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Evening in Bed (MF, rom)
by Bronze Tigress

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                      Dedicated to Silver Tiger

        I don't know what it was, to start with.  It was late, for one
thing, a long day with another tomorrow - the whole list of reasons why
not.  So, "take me to bed?" I asked.
 
        "No, take you -in- bed," was your reply, voice soft and deep.
 
        So, we undressed, quickly, and I went off to the bathroom to
clean up.  The lights were off when I got out, and I could see you lying
there, with the covers kicked back, by the light from behind me, just
before I turned that one off too.  I made my way over to the bed, slowly
in the dark, letting my eyes adjust to show me your form stretched out
there.  And I knew I wanted you tonight...
 
        Wanted to taste you, feel you...  A gentle push on your hip, and
you were lying flat, and I could lay a trail of kisses down your chest,
and down the line of fur that leads down, across your abdomen, bumping
into your smooth, half-erect cock with my cheek, feeling how soft the
skin of it is before running my tongue over it once, just to get your
attention.  Oh, yes, I had it now...  Long, soft licks, savouring the
feel of you, growing harder with each touch of my tongue.
 
        And you, moving your hand against my leg, trailing it softly up
the inside of my thigh as I continued my work.  You reached my crotch,
as I knelt over you, and pressed up against it with your knuckles, and I
moaned softly, taking the head of your cock into my mouth, enjoying the
feeling, and turning my hips further towards your hand. You moved it up
further then, trailing it across the back of my thigh, and then across
my cheek, and then back down by my tailbone.  I moaned again as you
brushed against my anus, and then paused there, rubbing slow circles,
and pressing ever so slightly as I slid my mouth slowly up and down the
length of you.  As we continued, I pushed back against your hand, almost
to urge you on.
 
        "Umm...  your finger, it's awfully dry..."
 
        "I was wondering...  Can you reach the lotion?"
 
        "Mmm, hmmm...", and I reached up to the dresser top for it,
passing the bottle back to you and returning to my licking, applying
just a little bit of suction.  The lotion was cool along my tailbone,
but warmed quickly.  This time, your finger slipped in easily, and you
began a slow pace that I echoed with my mouth and hand.  A little bit
faster, then, and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building,
even though you were doing nothing beyond stroking that one finger
slowly in and out of my ass as I suck and licked at you.
 
        The second finger went in almost as smoothly as the first, and
the pace never changed, but it was getting harder and harder to keep up
the blowjob I'd been giving you as the tension grew.  And then I was
shaking and spasming around your fingers, unable to continue stroking
you, managing a lick across your balls as I shuddered.  I felt you
withdrawing, and the twist of your body as you reached for the towel.
 
        Then your voice, muttering something about more, and your hands,
gently moving me, urging me to turn, facing the edge of the bed, your
knees inside mine, and I -did- want more.  You must have heard that,
because after a moment, you had spread more of the lotion over me, and
then nothing, for a while, and something about wanting to be well and
thoroughly lubricated for me.
 
        Again, then, just one finger, only this time there was half a
sting as it entered me, and I twitched, and then the soothing lotion was
doing its work and I was relaxing again, just enjoying the sensation.  I
knew what was next.  The head of your cock felt smooth, and warm, as you
pressed it slowly against me, easing me open, and I could feel you stop
your motion, letting me rock slowly back onto you, slowly, slipping
maybe half the head in, and then out, as my muscles relaxed into the
feeling of your penetration.  Then the whole head slipped in, and I
gasped and stopped rocking for a moment, then started the rocking again,
trying to get you deeper.  Passing the widest part, I had to stop again,
and hold, and then pulled almost off and back into you again, clearing
the hurdle and stopping again, and feeling you start the slow rocking
motion yourself, slipping ever deeper as we continued...
 
        I could feel you getting even harder as you moved, fucking me
oh, so slowly, your excitement growing.  I was on the brink of coming
again myself.  Reaching back, underneath myself, I could just reach to
stroke behind your balls, pressing up with my fingers, feeling the
slickness of the lotion that had spread over the two of us, feeling you
stretching me wide and sinking so deep into me.  Still not all of you
in, either, and I wanted you all...  Feeling your orgasm building, and
your hands tightening their grip on my waist as you tried not to slam
those last few thrusts too hard, as you came, hard, inside of me.  My
own small cries of pleasure sounded loud in my ears, echoing through the
mattress as I reached my own climax.
 
        Your withdrawal left me feeling empty, and strangely both
finished and unfinished, twitching, and with my legs shaking, out of my
control.  You got up, walking around the bed, to the bathroom to wash
up, and as the light flicked on, my nerves began to spiral down and my
thoughts were sifting in some semblance of order.  I managed to get up,
and tottered on still-shaking legs to the door in time to meet you
coming out, and made my own clean-up efforts.
 
        Coming back in, and slipping bed again, and lying down to hold
you close for a moment, felt good, and warm.  But I wasn't satisfied
yet, and you knew it, and when my twitches stopped, you were raising up
again, onto your own hands and knees, kissing me, moving to lick at me,
and send me into another series of orgasms before you moved up again, my
feet still draped over your shoulders.  You were hard again - too soon,
really - and I was dripping wet now, and you slipped into me easily this
time, as you started to fuck me again.  Hard this time, the way you knew
I wanted you, and I bucked and wriggled under you in my pleasure as I
came, and again, and again, until I couldn't anymore, and still you
slammed into me, until, wrapping my legs around your hips, you stopped,
and let yourself down onto me, holding me close and me holding you,
biting and licking at each others' necks.
 
        "Are you okay?"  I think that was your question.
 
        "Mmmm.  You?  You haven't come yet...?"
 
        "No, that was for you...  I'm fine.  Have I told you recently
that you have a wonderful ass?"
