Second Chances--Part 3--Tuesday (MF, rom)
Second Chances--Part 3 (MF, rom) 

Brian wasn't sure what time it was when he woke.  There were dim streaks of light reflecting through the window, but the sun wasn't up.  What a dream!  So vivid to imagine a lovely young girl sharing his bed...but wait.  The other half of the bed had been slept in.  It had really happened?  He slowly roused back to consciousness, and became aware of the sound of a flush and running water from the bathroom.  The lovely, naked Renae gently reentered the bed and snuggled close to him.
"I hope I didn't wake you up..."
"Doesn't matter...I'm just glad you're really here." 
She looked at him quizzically as he excused himself to the bathroom, and sat up to look out the window over the head of the bed.  There was a streak of light separating the ocean from the sky at the horizon--the sun would be rising soon.  He returned and found her staring into the distance.  "Everything ok?"
She smiled back at him. "Yeah.  I just wanted to watch the sunrise before I try going back to sleep.  Is that alright?"
"It's perfect," he replied, lying down and hugging her around the hips.  He kissed her thigh softly.  She stroked his head absently.  "I have an idea, if you're interested..." He propped his head up on an extra pillow, and motioned for her to straddle his head.  "Let me make this sunrise especially enjoyable for you."
"Oh?  OH..."  She leaned against the window ledge as he began kissing her inner thighs.  She hadn't expected this...but oh it felt nice.  His lips soon caressed her furry mound, and she felt herself warming inside.  "Oohh Brian...you shouldn't....but oh...."  Her hips flexed involuntarily as she sought to bring herself in closer contact with his mouth.  His hands now held her ass tightly and his tongue stretched to part her labia.  She sighed and hummed contentedly.  The light was getting brighter in the east.  She reached down to spread her labia for him and felt herself there.  She brought her slippery fingers to her lips and tasted the reminder of last night's lovemaking, smelling the strong musk.  She hoped she didn't smell bad to him, but the enthusiasm of his probing tongue seemed to indicate otherwise.  She was beginning to see the lines of waves reflecting the dawn now.  There was a grey shadow or two moving amongst them, and she gasped in delight to see a dolphin breach.  Then a louder gasp as his tongue found her clitoris and electric shockwaves traveled up her spine.  She moaned, rocking and grinding against his chin.  "Oh fuck...Brian..."  She glanced down to see his eyes watching her every move and expression.  His hand left her butt to caress her neck and settle against her breast.  Now there was a brighter, redder patch in the sky, reflecting a trail toward her.  She arched her back and lifted her head.  Oh what this man was doing!  Oh, and the sun, and waves, and sea creatures...the smell of sea breeze and the scent of her own arousal on her fingers.  A red line appeared on the far horizon.  His tongue writhed over her clitoris, his fingers danced on her breasts and bottom.  She moaned and gasped and moaned again.  The red line became a semicircle, then a ball, and .... "Oh GOD--NOW!!!  AHHHGG!"  She shuddered as her climax rose inside her like a fiery sun and buffeted her body with ocean waves of its own.  She trembled and closed her eyes...too much.  Too much light, too much sensation.  She pushed herself back from his eager lips and lowered herself to stretch out atop him.  His erection throbbed against her belly as she kissed him.  His lips were dripping with her musk, flavored with the remains of his own cum.  She licked his lips tenderly and slid her wet slit over his hardness. She wanted...Oh yes.  He was inside now.  She rocked against him, his hands gripped her tightly, he arched, he shuddered...the sun was rising inside him too, his salt spray crashing against her inner walls again.  She relaxed against him and slept, the image of the sunrise and horizon still lingering on her retina. 

It was hours later when they woke together and gradually untangled their limbs.  He sighed contentedly and stretched out next to her.  She found last night's stray towel and dabbed at his damp cock before tucking it between her own legs.  She kissed his musk-scented face again.  "I hope I wasn't too pungent this morning." 
"No worries.  You're sexy as hell.  I love pleasing you. And I still can't quite believe you want me."
She replied with another long kiss, interrupted by a stomach growl.  "Was that you or me?", she grinned. 
"Both.  How about I order up some room service and we can enjoy breakfast in bed after a quick shower?"
"Lovely.  Need coffee though.  Black and strong."  She hopped up toward the bathroom.
"My kind of woman." 
She kissed him again and waggled her butt at him as he picked up the phone to order.  Soon he was joining her under the shower.  He helped tenderly dab her dry, and wrapped her in the robe when their breakfast arrived. They sat together on the bed and devoured the pastries and fruit.  It was tasty, but his favorite memory of the breakfast was the sight of her sitting cross-legged across from him, sipping coffee and smiling sweetly as her robe slipped off her shoulders.  She picked up a slice of fresh pineapple and held it up to him.  "You know what they say about this?"
"No.  What?" 
"It makes your semen taste sweeter," she grinned, as she peeled a half banana and sucked the tip of it into her mouth.  He blushed, and she giggled to see his cock twitch beneath his towel. 
"I guess I'll have to take your word for it," he shrugged, but reached for two more slices.

The day's newsletter had also been slipped under the door, so they looked it over.  "What looks good to you?"
"Nothing major.  I was thinking that I'd try to hang out poolside and see if any of my group surfaces.  I don't want them to think I've fallen overboard.  And I see there are games and such.  What about you?"
"Well, I probably shouldn't, but I'm thinking I'll hit that Martini Tasting around 1...then I'll probably need a nap.  Do you want me to join you poolside?  Or would you rather that your friends not know about me?"
"I'm NOT ashamed of you, if that's what you mean.  But I want you to do what you like, OK?"  She reached for his hand.  "And you don't need to be tied up to me, just because we've decided to share a bed this week."
"And if I wanted to spend time with you?  Whatever you were doing?  Then what?"
"Then you should do what you like," she smiled.
"I like YOU."  He took her hand and kissed it.  Now it was her turn to blush.
"OK then.  Poolside or nap time later this afternoon."  She batted her eyes at him.  "Are you sure you can be apart from me that long?"  He just grinned and pulled her down onto the bed on top of him. She giggled and squirmed against him, pretending to try to get away from him, but in reality wriggling free of her robe.  She kissed him playfully, he returned the kisses passionately. 
"Unghh...I've missed this so much, Renae..."
"Enjoy me, honey. Touch me, kiss me all you want."  He lifted her higher to suck at her boobs, nuzzling his face against them, taking them into his mouth and circling the nipples with strong hard strokes of his tongue. Each lick and suck made her moan, and soon she found herself needing to grind her pubis against him.  She felt his cock bulging against her leg, and reached down to cast his towel aside. "Mmm.  Hard and smooth and warm..."  She stroked him lightly with a soft hand as she lay down next to him.  She began sliding down his body.  He tensed with anticipation.  She kissed his shaft lightly and stroked his balls softly.  Her lips brushed over him as she rubbed his penis with her soft, smooth cheeks.  He sighed, then groaned as her mouth opened to encircle his glans.  Now her tongue slipped over him, even probing lightly at the opening on his sensitive tip.
"Oh god..."  His moans made her smile as she kissed her way down his shaft and nuzzled at his balls.  She felt his cock twitch against her cheek.  Her mouth opened and sucked at his dangling scrotum, making him gasp.  She stroked lightly with her fingers against his inner thighs as she thoroughly licked his balls and dragged her tongue back upward over his swollen hardness. 
He groaned and reached for her, but she resisted, shaking her head. "No...not this time.  I'm staying down here.  This is for you."
"Oh fuck..." he moaned, sliding back against the pillow.  She just smiled and swirled her tongue over him.  Her fingers encircled him and stroked him softly as she gently sucked at the head of his cock.  It had been years...and even at her most passionate, Deb had never seemed to enjoy loving him in this way. Renae hummed gently as she took him in, stroking firmly with her tongue, then applying gentle suction.  "Oooohhh fuck..." He had no other words for the sensations she was sending through his shaft.  Though she only held the first couple of inches of him in her mouth, it felt as though she was stimulating him all the way to his very root--and deeper.  His butt clenched with tension, his spine tingled.  He moaned louder as he felt her lips around his shaft crinkle into a smile. Surely he would be exploding into her mouth already if he hadn't already come so many times in the past twenty-four hours.  She seemed to know that, too, and was enjoying keeping him at an ecstatic plateau. She sucked a bit longer, flicking her tongue lightly against his urethral opening, then slowly withdrew him while circling his glans with enthusiastic licking. Her fingers caressed his balls, and drifted lower toward his ass to make room for her to kiss and suck his scrotum. "Oh fuck, Renae..." She repeated her mouth's journey up and down his throbbing shaft--stroking, sucking, licking, tonguing--and smiling with each moan her actions drew out of him. Bringing him to the very edge, she gripped the base of his shaft tightly and paused her oral actions long enough to delay a climax--for the moment. Two or three more cycles of this and he was shaking with tension. She breathed softly against his wet glans and watched him twitch. 
"Do you want me to let you come this time?" She tongued him lightly. "What turns you on more?  Coming on my face, or letting me swallow you down?  Hmm?"  He could only answer with a groan. She licked his shaft from head to balls one last time. "Come for me, Brian. Give me every drop!"  She engulfed his swollen member once more, working her tongue firmly against the sensitive underside.  That was finally too much.  Brian climaxed with a gasp and a sob, pouring a jet of hot semen into her mouth.  She swallowed quickly and kept sucking on him until his spasms passed and he began to slowly soften against her tongue.  She gently cleaned him, licking away the final drop that oozed from his urethra. He panted quietly, eyes closed, as she slid up over him again. She kissed his lips gently, and parted them with her tongue, letting him taste himself on her. He held tightly to her for a long time, wanting to feel her warmth and softness from head to toe.
"Oh god, Renae..." he whispered. "Oh...oh sweetheart..."
"Shhh...don't talk," she replied.  She breathed softly into his mouth and stroked his chest lightly. They laid together in silence for some time until she pulled back and propped herself up on one arm to look at his peaceful face. His eyes opened to see her smiling at him. "You know," she whispered, "I enjoyed that almost as much as you did..."
He shook his head in disbelief.  "Renae...I...oh...you...you're just wonderful. I still don't know how I could possibly have deserved..."
She shushed him again with a finger against his lips.  "It's not about deserving...it's just about enjoying what we have in the moment.  And I REALLY enjoy YOU.  I enjoy the feel and taste of you in my mouth, and the ability to give you joy.  And besides...I'll get mine later," she added with a smirk. 
"Oh. I hope so. But I'm pretty drained right now."
She grinned.  "That was the idea."  She kissed him quickly, and started to get out of bed.  He eyed her body appreciatively, and reached to pull her back to him.
"What about you?"
"Later..." She kissed him again, more deeply. "I'll be back for more.  I promise.  I know a good thing when I've got it." She pulled away, smiling, and turned to dress in her bikini. "I'll see you later...poolside or back here after you've had a chance to recover, OK?"
He just sighed. "I still can't believe this is real..."
"What would convince you?" she grinned. "Here..." she grabbed his hand and placed it against her bare breast. "Is that real? How about this?" He squeezed the smooth ass cheek being offered, and gave it a light pinch.
"I'll take your word for it."  He watched as she tucked her breast away into the bikini, shaking his head. There was no reason to believe she was leading him on, but he simply wasn't used to so much pleasure in one short time. She kissed him again, wrapped up in a towel, and slipped out the door.  He prayed she would return.

Eventually, Brian summoned energy to crawl out of bed and pull on some clothes.  It was pushing 11:30, and his martini tasting would be at 1, so he figured he should eat some lunch and have something in his stomach by then. What with all the time he's spent with Renae, he felt that he had hardly seen half the ship--or any of the restaurants beside the buffet, and the Italian place they'd gone on their "date".  He wandered around, exploring the decks where the theater and shops were located.  There was quite a bit of activity again this morning.  Eventually he found a sports-themed bar and decided to sit down at a small high top.  A little "bar food" might be good to buffer the martinis. He ordered a sandwich and fries, skipping the beer for now.  So many people coming and going...good people-watching, but he wasn't seeing anyone familiar--none of the Ohio State kids, none of the Avonlea people (thank God). "I really should get out more..." he thought to himself as he finished up and headed for the somewhat classier martini bar.  There he found two of his "drinking buddies" from yesterday, who waved him over to join them.  He was pleased to see Allison was there setting up the trays of martinis, and exchanging banter with them already.
"Where's your lovely girlfriend this afternoon?" she teased.
He just smiled and replied, "Off at the pool, I guess."
"Ohhh, really?  Girlfriend?" inquired one of his companions.  "Are we talking about that sweet young lady from yesterday?  Damn..."
Brian just shrugged and waved the question off.  "It wouldn't be gentlemanly to discuss that." At the same time though, he shot Allison a wink and a grin, receiving a knowing nod in response.
The martinis began flowing rapidly after that, and Brian had to work harder and harder to suppress any uninhibited references to last night.  He knew he'd gotten lucky, in every sense of the expression, and he didn't want to blow it by bragging like some high schooler in a locker room. Fortunately after the fourth martini, nothing he would have said would come out clearly anyway.  Sedation was starting to set in, and he had great difficulty extracting himself from the soft chair.  He wavered his way to the elevator, thinking better than to attempt stairs, even for the one level down to his cabin. He carefully recited his cabin number to himself, referring frequently to his key card to make certain he was correct. Opening his door, he found the bed neatly made again, with a little towel elephant standing guard. He pushed it aside, stripped off his pants, kicked off his sandals, and collapsed onto the bed.   

He was sleeping soundly when Renae entered two hours later.  She'd been subjected to some teasing inquiries about her new sleeping arrangements, too, but had mostly resisted the urgings to "kiss and tell".  Sunning with Stephanie, though, she'd whispered privately about it. Stephanie confided that she was actually sore from the pounding she'd been getting from Phil, but that she was loving the private time together like never before.  "I really do think I want to spend the rest of my life with him--sex or no.  It was...there was just something about waking up next to him this morning..."  Renae nodded. She struggled to put into words the feelings she was having about Brian--how to separate her lust from the other stuff that was there, her doubts about whether she should feel this way so soon with anyone, let alone a man literally twice her age, and did it really matter and should she care? Steph knew she was just there to listen, as they had done for each other so many times. She was impressed though, by her friend's knowledge of her new man.  In just a short time she seemed to know a lot of details about his life, and his personality. She reflected this back to Renae. "I think that you really care for this guy. That's not trivial, or shallow at all. Give yourself permission to have this relationship--whether it's for the week or something else. What does your gut say?"
"It feels happy when I think about him. Warm. Not just horny.  I mean, I've known what Horny and UNhappy are like together...so it's not just my clit talking.  No, I'm happy. I feel like I just want to be with him for longer, even after I get off."
"Exactly. So go for it. Be with him. Be normal."
"Speaking of normal--why don't we do dinner together?  Plans tonight?"
"Phil said it's 'Formal Night' in the main dining rooms--that he'd put on a tie for me if I wanted.  Should we do that?"
"Well, I've only got one dress, but I don't think Brian would mind seeing me in it--or taking it off me!--again. So let's do it.  I'll let him know."

When she returned to the room, it was obvious that Brian had taken full advantage of the martini tasting.  He was passed out, prone on the bed in a rumpled t-shirt and his underwear. She found herself smiling at the sight for some reason. "So I guess it's 'nap' this afternoon..." she said to herself. She stripped out of her damp suit and slipped on an oversized t-shirt. It didn't look like Brian would be up for much action at the moment. She slid closely up against him and kissed his cheek. He mumbled something unintelligible and strongly alcohol scented. "Mmm, honey...just keep me warm..." She pulled the bedspread over them and rubbed her bare leg against his. He brought an arm up to embrace her. She breathed against his neck. "Oh Brian..." The warmth of his skin and closeness of his body was starting to arouse her. Reaching down hopefully, she rubbed softly against the soft bulge on his crotch, but his only response was a soft sigh. "Poor man--I may have worn you out. And I doubt that whatever you were drinking helped matters any."  She nuzzled his neck. "Forgive me for this...but I've never been very good at napping unless..." Her hand moved toward her sex, one finger gently parting her intimate cleft. Brian murmured something that sounded apologetic, and reached for her breast. She slid upward to put them at the level of his face, and his mouth searched for her nipple like a nursing child, caressing it with his lips through her shirt. "Mm...yes, hon. That's nice."  She traced her fingers up and down her cleft, her labia gradually swelling and lubricating from within. "So nice...just let me..." Softly she pressed his face against her breast, and pulled him in. His hand reached for her bottom to knead a buttock, urging her thighs open to embrace his hip. Her pelvis rocked slowly against him as she teased her swelling clit. "Oh Bri...yes...just like that..." How often in bed alone would she clutch a pillow to herself like that, imagining a lover such as this. "Oh Brian...", she purred. "Hold me while I come for you." He gripped her more tightly, and sucked hard at her firm, cotton-clad nipple. She gasped, and her soft moans became higher and more staccato as her fingers strummed faster across her clit. "Oh...oh oh oh oh,,,oh my... oh ummmmMMMMMNUHH...oh god...."  Her back arched and mouth opened silently as he embraced her tightly.  With deep, slow breaths she slowly allowed her body to relax, and drifted into a light sleep. 

Some time later, Brian's stirring woke her. The bed bounced slightly as he stumbled out of bed to the bathroom. She heard his shuffling feet, a bump against the wall, and a slight groan, then the sound of a long, voluminous urination, the splashing of a face being washed, and the shaking of ibuprofen out of a pill bottle. He returned to bed and collapsed next to her, a cool wash cloth over his brow. "Ugh...that was too much..." She opened her eyes and smiled at him, stroking his cheek gently.
"Hey Tiger. Need a little hair-of-the-dog?"
"Not a chance...coffee?"
She kissed his cheek and slid out of bed to brew him a quick cup with the tiny in-room coffee maker.  He sat up slowly and accepted it with a grateful nod. "What time is it? When did you get back to the room?"
"It's about 4:30 now...I guess I got back about 3:30. Do you not remember?"
He looked down sheepishly. "Not really. I felt you come back, but..." He looked inquisitively at her bare undercarriage. "What did I miss?"
She laughed and leaned over to kiss him. "If I'd known you'd black it out, I would have taken more advantage of you! But nothing really. Just a little cuddle and a nice self-administered orgasm to get to sleep."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
She smiled and shook her head. "Don't be--you helped. You were a perfect gentleman about it. And it was still very nice. Truth is, I've probably had to masturbate for every nap I've taken since I was 12. Just a habit, I guess. I hope not a bad one."
"Well, I'm just sorry I missed it. You have the most beautiful orgasms."
"They're always better when you help." She smiled warmly at him and kissed his forehead. "So--after that coffee, do you think you'll be up to getting dressed up for dinner? Steph and Phil want to dine with us--and it's 'Formal Night'." 
"Anything for you. And for them--since they chased you into my bed yesterday. I'll buy the drinks. I owe them--big time," he grinned. She poured herself a coffee and sat down cross-legged on the bed across from him. He looked at her longingly. "How the hell did I get this lucky to find you?"
"It goes both ways. I was just telling Steph how happy I feel with you."
"Even when I'm unable to perform in a drunken stupor?"
"Oh stop. After last night and this morning, you needed a little break. And believe me, I would have been taking care of business on my own no matter what. I'm just a horny little girl sometimes."
"I'm thinking I like that...are you always this way?"
"Have been since puberty, even a bit before, I guess. I know that almost everyone masturbates, but I think I'm probably above average with it. Though I've never talked about it really with anyone other than Steph...well, and my mom."
"Your mom? Wow--I don't think my wife had ever talked about anything sexual with Emily--well, other than "The Talk", but I'm sure that masturbation wasn't included in that! And it's definitely been 'Don't Ask--Don't Tell' with me."
"Actually, well, my mom may be a bit of an outlier.  I think I may have inherited my libido from her. She walked in on me rubbing myself in the bath one night, and she just did the 'Excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt' response that let me know it was alright. Then later, she took me aside and did the whole 'Do you have any questions, It's a natural thing, you should learn to enjoy your body, etc., etc....' talk--but then she added 'and Mommy does it too sometimes'! I don't think any of my girlfriends ever had their moms come out like that you know. But she said it was good for relaxing, or getting her mind off of problems for a little bit, and that she and my dad had a great sex life... Well my 12-year old mind was still just kind of getting used to the thought that my mom and dad might have had sex three times in their life--one for each of us--so I did my best to get out of that conversation quickly! But that night under my covers, I just had to touch myself again--and my thoughts went to my mom and her big breasts, and my dad and his big strong hands...and then I was visualizing them in bed naked. Now I didn't know a lot of the mechanics, but I knew from sex ed that his penis would get hard and had to go in her vagina. I was making myself really wet by then, and I just tried putting a finger inside me, and oh my god it slipped right in and it felt GOOD. So I did it a little more and a little more...and bang! I was shaking all over and felt like my stomach had exploded. It kind of scared me, but then I just felt this wave of warm all over my body, and I drifted off to sleep. So that's the story of My First Orgasm."
"Did you ever talk to your mom any more about it?"
Renae laughed. "Now there's the funny thing. I kind of *wanted* to talk to her about it, but I didn't know how. And I was all scared like 'Oh my god--am I not a virgin any more? Could I get pregnant from that?'" She laughed at herself.  "But a week or so--and SEVERAL more orgasms later--I was getting my period and the cramps were fucking awful--weren't they for your daughter, too? I mean those first few years..." He nodded. "So I was moaning and whining to Mom about it one afternoon after school and she asked me, 'Well, why don't you take a hot bath...and you know sometimes it helps me if I masturbate at that Time of the Month. Have you tried that?' I was kind of shocked. I mean, my mother telling me to go and have a wank...but anyway, I told her what had happened before, and she just hugged me and told me how glad she was that I had been able to make myself come, and she told me to go to my room and lie down and do it again. I don't know...does it sound weird? I didn't feel weird at all--just like she was trying to help me grow up--like buying my first bra or teaching me to use tampons. So anyway, I did. And it felt good and I had a nice nap, and she and I just shared this secret smile at dinner that night. Sometimes we still do--like in the morning after I've noticed that she and Dad had been cuddly and 'turned in early' because they said there was nothing good on TV...like she's letting me know that she really enjoys making love with him. "
"Sounds like a good relationship," Brian replied. 
"Well it's not like we never fought or bitched at each other again...but I appreciate her tons."
"Did you talk to her about starting to have sex with guys, when that happened?"
"Oh yeah...I even let her know the week before that I was planning to lose my virginity. Though she'd gotten me on the Pill way before then.  I think she was actually surprised I waited as long as I did--but at breakfast, the morning after that date, she gave me that same Secret Smile again. I don't know if she told Dad, but later she did take me aside and ask if everything had gone ok--it had, oh definitely!--and hugged me again. So I've always felt comfortable telling her about it--well, most of it."
"Are you going to tell her about me? What do you think she'll say about that?"
"In time...I know I will." She looked very thoughtful about something. "Actually, there's something you should know about them. I hope it makes you feel a little better. Dad's almost ten years older than her. They both grew up in our home town, and Mom worked in his family's store as a teenager, and on college breaks. So things kind of developed--I obviously don't know the details, but well, if Mom was anything like me at that age, I can imagine...so about halfway through her junior year, she ended up pregnant with my older brother. It was a little scandalous for a small town, with the age difference and all--but they hurried up and got married, and Dad found a job in Columbus so she could finish school, and then back home they came to take over the store and raise their little family. And here we are."
"So you think that they'd look at us as you wanting to be like them?"
"Oh, not explicitly...but I want you to feel that they'd understand how things like this happen, and might not be automatically judgmental about the age difference. That things do eventually work out ok in the end." She crawled across the bed to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We're not looking for a relationship, remember?"
He kissed her back. "I'll try to remember..." but I don't think I'd mind. The sentence finished itself in his thoughts. The kiss got a bit longer and deeper, and his hand moved to her smooth, bare bottom. There was a flicker of tongue at his lips, and fingers raking his chest. He pulled her down to the bed and held her close, kissing at her neck, and sliding his hand beneath the t-shirt to caress her soft breasts. When he loosened his embrace he was briefly disappointed that she turned away, but it was only to settle back against him, stroking her bare legs against his, and pressing her bottom against his groin. He kissed the back of her neck and nibbled at her ear lobe while his hand continued to attend to her delightful breasts.
She reached behind him to grasp at his butt, and slid her hand beneath the elastic of his briefs. "These need to come off..." He obeyed, wriggling out of them with her help. Her smooth bottom felt lovely against his cock. She pressed in closer, feeling him begin to swell and stiffen. "Mmm...there is still life there after all."
"All because of you, sweetheart."
"We have time..."
He answered with a moan at her ear and strong biting kisses at her neck. She moaned in response and lifted her leg over his, reaching between her legs to stroke his hardness. He moved his hand to caress her mound, finding it damp and warm, opening to his exploration. She made lovely little sounds of desire and arousal as he gently pinched her clitoris between his fingers and flicked lightly over its tiny head. Her upper leg lifted higher as she scooted her bottom up his belly, and opened her legs wider, reaching between them to grip his hardened cock. "Oh fuck...take me this way..." She wriggled her butt around and pulled his shaft against her wet mound, guiding its tip against the opening to her tunnel. He gripped her thigh and lifted it higher as he struggled to align himself with the target she presented, then pressed inside with a long, slow stroke. "Uuhhhahhhhhh...." they moaned in unison. "Oh...I LIKE it like this," she groaned.
"You feel so...tight this way...uuhhghhh" he panted, moaning as her internal muscles gripped him firmly.
"Yessss...you're just touching ALL the good places, too. MMMmmm...." They wriggled and writhed together, his hands playing over her breasts and belly. She placed one hand over his and held it at her mound. "Oh god...feel that...Oh I love having you inside me." He moved slowly, with shallow, short thrusts, as they felt their motions together. There was no urgency this time, just a happy, comfortable connection. He whispered her name at her ear and savored her moans in return. Soon she would want more--her moaning became more intense, her hand over his urging more pressure on her clit. He responded with harder and deeper thrusts.  Pulling her upper thigh up over her body, and letting her turn more so she was lying flat on her back, he twisted his body so that he was lying almost perpendicular to her, plunging his hard rod into her sweet cunt. "Oh fuck, Brian. Deeper! Oh God...Oh FUCK ME NOW!" He pushed and pressed against her, pulling her back into him to pant in her ear and bite her neck. "Oh ffuuuuck....uuuhhhhhAAAAHHHHHGH! Ah ah ah ah ahhuhhhh...." Her body stiffened as her peak hit and he drove his cock deeply into her, simultaneously pressing his hand over her clit.  Her vagina pulsed around him and squeezed him, making him moan.  He held onto her tightly through the orgasm,then as she relaxed and began panting for breath, he resumed thrusting into her. "Oh god Brian...oh fuck you feel so big in there. Unnnghh..." Her grip on his cock tightened, and he thrust harder. "Oh fuck oh fuck...omigod Brian..." He felt himself swelling, his scrotum tightening. "Yes yes yes yes...oh fuck come in me Brian...give me your cum…Oh god..." He gripped her hips and arched his back as he thrust home one last time, his whole body tensing and then finally releasing, pouring all of his energy and power into her via a spray of hot cum.  He groaned loudly, and expelled his breath in bursts echoing the pulsing of his cock inside her.
"Oh fuck, Renae..." He held onto her with shaking arms. "Oh fu...," he sighed,  
"Mmmm...stay there...don't leave me..." Her hand rested on his balls and shaft where he was joined to her. She rubbed herself softly, tweaking her clit gently, then with two or three firm strokes pushed herself over the edge of a final quiet climax. "Oohhhhhh...." They floated in a moment of bliss, still joined, still glowing with the warmth of arousal that filled them. 
"God Renae...I still can't believe..."  He touched her hair, stroked her flushed cheek, cupped a soft breast. She took his hand and pressed it against her there. He felt her heart beating against his palm and felt her chest expand with each breath. His muscles relaxed slowly, and he felt his penis receding, wetly sliding from her warm center. 
She sighed contentedly. "Believe it, darling...hold on to this..." She took a deep breath in, and slowly exhaled. Turning her head, she gazed silently into his eyes. He couldn't look away, but smiled with a joy that felt like it filled him from head to toe. "Brian..." she reached for his face, tracing his brow, his temple, his lips. "Brian...I love you. I really do." She rolled over closer to kiss him softly, and he embraced her firmly. 
"Renae..."
"Shhh...don't say anything..." He held her, just listening to her breathing against his ear, feeling her chest rise and fall against his. What else could he say? His heart answered for him, beating next to hers.