After our lovely Saturday night session, Jim and I spent a lovely Sunday together with the kids, just hanging around the house.

When bedtime approached, the baby had already fallen asleep upstairs in her room where I had been working on my computer. Katie, our 5-year-old, was downstairs in bed with Jim, chattering away while he worked on a crossword puzzle.

I slipped out of the baby's room and headed downstairs, where I climbed into bed with Jim and Katie. We all talked for a while and I helped out with the crossword puzzle. When we finished it, Jim reached over to turn off his bedside light and snuggled down under the covers. I took my customary place in the crook of his shoulder while Katie bounced around on the rest of the bed, perpetually full of energy.

I reached underneath the sheet to run my hand over Jim's chest and tummy and down to his groin, where his semi-erect penis stirred and swelled slightly when I stroked it. I moaned quietly in appreciation, just so that Jim could hear, and wrapped my hand around it as best I could through his briefs.

Shifting towards him, I threw my knee over his thigh to shield my ministrations from Katie's view and stroked him a bit more. As his erection grew more rigid and Jim closed his eyes and sighed, I said over my shoulder, "Katie, why don't you go upstairs, brush your teeth, and get your jammies on so that when I come up there, we can have more story time? In the meantime, I am going to have some alone grown-up snuggle time with Daddy."

She protested slightly, not wanting to miss out on anything "fun" we might be doing (little did she know what I had in mind!!), but when I promised to read her an entire chapter of <I>The Wizard of Oz</I> if she cooperated, she was off like a bunny -- literally, hopping on all fours and pretending she was a bunny. Such is the life of a 5-year-old.

As soon as she had gone around the corner to the stairs, I closed our bedroom door and locked it. In the meantime, Jim shimmied off his underwear and was waiting for me in bed, naked from the waist down.

I giggled as I stripped off my nightie and bounded onto the bed and gave him a kiss. "Am I just a naughty mommy?" I asked.

"Naughty enough for me," replied Jim, patting my ass affectionately.

I moved down his torso, running my hands under his shirt and down to his hips. I kissed and nibbled each of his hipbones in turn. I absolutely adore the tender little patch on either side of his groin where no hair grows and the skin is utterly soft and sensitive. Depending on Jim's mood I can either tickle him mercilessly or turn him on to no end. And he wasn't in a ticklish mood tonight. 

His hard cock nudged my collarbone as I licked and nibbled gently. I lifted up, nestled his hard-on between my breasts, and squeezed them together around him. I moved them up and down his shaft slowly, eliciting a low groan from his throat, and when the head of his cock peeked out from the top of my cleavage, I tucked my chin down and licked its ruddy tip.

This made him groan a little bit more vociferously, so I shifted myself down lower and released his member from between my breasts, grabbing it up with my hand. I gave it a tender squeeze, another lick or two at the head, and then trailed my tongue downwards to his balls, which I gently took into my mouth and caressed with my tongue. He lifted his hips ever so slightly at this. I continued to lick and suck until they were soaked with my warm spit and his cock throbbed urgently against my cheek. 

I let his nuts slip from my mouth as I returned my attention to his cock. A tiny, glistening hint of precum sparkled at the tip, and I couldn't resist dipping and sliding my tongue along his opening with a long, slow stroke. That sent an exquisite shudder of pleasure through him, delighting me. There's nothing I adore more than pleasing a man like this, with my mouth and my tits, my hands and my pussy... My deepest sense of fulfillment comes when I am satisfying a man, and I eagerly seek out opportunities to do so.

So I licked once more at the salty-sweet droplet of excitement oozing from Jim's cock and then nibbled with my lips down his shaft to the base, where I ran my tongue around and then back upwards, slowly, firmly, to the tip. I continued this pattern a few more times, until his hips were arching and straining every time I did so.

I pursed my lips against the tip of his cock, then, and slowly opened them around his head, making a perfect "O." But I stopped after just a fraction of an inch, slid back up, and then down again. Over and over, making just a tiny bit of progress each time, simulating the delicious first strokes of penetration as he invades my pussy. When I finally allowed his cock head all the way into my mouth, I began swirling my tongue around it and flicking against the sensitive frenulum underneath.

Jim's cock was rock hard when I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped upwards to my mouth and back down again, spreading my slick saliva all down his length. 

My own pussy was tingling and aching, but I knew that those needs wouldn't be satisfied tonight -- I only had a few more minutes before Katie would be back downstairs, demanding my attention. And this was Jim's turn to be pleased. So I redoubled my efforts and focused my attention on sliding my mouth and hand up and down his needy cock. 

As I pulled my mouth away at the end of a stroke, I would slip a finger over his sensitive head, and slide his cock between my index and middle fingers, nearly encircling him, as I sank his head back into my mouth. It provided a variety of stimulation all at once, and never failed to bring him ever closer to the brink of exploding into my mouth.

His breaths grew ragged and irregular, and I could feel his dick burgeoning even more between my lips. I grabbed his shaft in my fist, and with firm pressure, began pumping it up and down into my mouth, matching the same motions with my mouth on his head. 

His final approach was drawing closer and closer, when I heard the patter of feet in the hallway outside our door and a tiny little knock. 

"Mommy, when are you coming upstairs?" Katie's voice called softly.

I slowed my pumping of Jim's cock just a touch, pulled up, and answered, "It's going to be a few more minutes. Why don't you go pick out a CD you want to fall asleep to after we're done reading?" I heard her sigh, turn, and patter back down the hallway, but I didn't wait to hear her go up the stairs before taking Jim back into my mouth and running my tongue passionately around his head again. 

The interruption had distracted him, I could tell, but I was glad for it -- it meant that I'd get to spend an extra few minutes sucking his delicious cock. 

I varied my rhythm once more and slowed it down to build his excitement back up again. His head was even more sensitive for having delayed his orgasm, and I took advantage of it by cupping my palm over the head of his cock and working it back and forth ever so softly. My spit and his precum made for perfectly slick lubrication and I could tell from the tension in his body and the expression of utter concentration on his face that the sensation was almost unbearable to him. He moaned softly with relief when I took him into my mouth and began pumping up and down again. 

I assumed a steady rhythm with both my mouth and hand, moving up and down with determination, flicking my tongue around with a twist of my head and imagining what it must feel like to him, to be fucking my mouth, as hot and wet as any pussy ever was, with the added stimulation of my tongue. With my free hand, I reached down and cupped his balls, felt them tightening, getting ready.

Jim put one of his hands on the back of my head and began to guide me to suck him more quickly, more deeply. I responded to his wish and moaned in anticipation, squeezing my thighs together and feeling my pussy throb. 

His cock swelled even more until it felt like it was going to burst, and his breaths almost ceased, when he gasped out, "Here it comes..." and heaved a large, grunting sigh as I felt the first spurt of his hot seed squirt into the back of my throat. I caught it and swallowed once, and continued pumping up and down as he shot more jets of his salty load into my wet, willing mouth. His hand pushed my head into his crotch, and I opened to accommodate him as deeply as I could, relishing each throb of his cock as it pulsed over and over again on my tongue.

It happened in just a few seconds, but whenever he came, time seemed to slow down and I savored every sensation and movement and sound. It was the most gratifying feeling, to have him explode into my mouth, to bring him to that height of ecstasy, and then to feel him relax so very deeply afterwards. 

I continued to suck him gently for a moment or two after his shudders had ceased, licking up every drop of his flavor and ensuring that no stickiness was left behind. Then I sat up, dabbed at the corners of my mouth with the sheet, and leaned over to give him a dainty kiss. 

"Was that good, baby?" I cooed at him.

"Yes. Very," he answered, smiling sleepily.

"Well, now you can go to sleep. Consider yourself officially tucked in." I kissed him once more and climbed out of bed. I picked up my nightie and slipped it on over my head, and gently closed the door as I whispered, "Sweet dreams, sweetie," and headed upstairs to put our daughter to bed.