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Morning arrived with a lazy ray sifting through the blinds. I watched it gather intensity until the room achieved full illumination. Howard's even breathing relayed his peaceful state. I was careful not to move, even a fraction. Through the night, our limbs had shifted. At one point, Howard had been on top; as we approached dawn, he slipped onto his side, with his arms flanking me. I felt both security and affection in his embrace. His one leg was thrown over mine, securing me to his body. Even if I had contemplated leaving the apartment while he was asleep, I don't think I could have wrestled free from that delicious tangle of muscle. Fleeing, it seemed, was no longer a burning issue. I saw nothing wrong in lingering with this man. His unconscionable effort to bring me to this place was canceled by other sumptuous factors. The sofa bed on which we slept had seen much action. I never realized so much pleasure could be obtained from one man. He was a source of joy I didn't know existed. I was definitely in no hurry to leave him now that these feelings were established. As his "guest," I encountered none of the discomforts. I was thankful Howard didn't me up, but had instead, wrapped his arms and legs around me. Whether or not it was his intention, an underlying intimacy evolved from that practice.
The sunbeam legthened. It was going to be a stunning morning, I told myself, perhaps exceptional. I was happy to be in Howard's bed. I was happier, still, when he nuzzled my ear a second later, after stirring. "Mmmmmmm," he murmured, giving me a playful squeeze. The strength he exerted was pure tenderness. I took his hand in mine. "Hi," I whispered. "I feel great." His clasp confirmed mutual agreement. There was also an unspoken sentiment neither of us wished to divulge. It seemed infinitely better to let it hang in the air, surrounding us. Desire rose through me once again. Howard was an addictive chemical I couldn't get enough of. Having him near me, naked, summoned an unarguable craving. I studied his hand with erotic interest. The fingers were long, tapered, flecked with hair. I brought his thumb to my lips, and then let out my tongue. I gave him a suggestive slurp. The purr in my throat was genuine. Howard's heart began pounding again. I could feel it from behind, his chest wedged to my back. "Sherl," he said, speaking my name softly, in a silken fashion. There was something psychologically sexual about his thumb. It had served to defeat me during our initial struggle. I remembered how it stayed fixed to my nose, holding that ill smelling cloth until I lost consciousness. It was powerful, representing the incredible vigor of which Howard was endowed. I took his thumb into my mouth and sucked on it. My lips swept up and down, while my tongue traced its length. "Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, tasting his manly oils. From behind, I felt him get hard. Oh, yes, I thought jubilantly. I wanted to arouse him. I wanted the morning to begin with a fuck. I wanted to show him how much I enjoyed what we had done the previous night. I was glad Howard had abandoned his protestations about having sex. If this was the situation fate placed us in, we would make the most of it. "Sherl," he repeated, using the tip of his tongue to trace my ear lobe. "You're so hot, Sherl. I never thought any woman could make my blood race the way you do." I made no attempt to respond to that statement. I preferred keeping his thumb where it was. My sensuous lips traveled over every part until I engulfed it. When I was finished, I started sucking on his index finger. I'm sure the tickles I supplied got him totally stiff. I wasn't going to stop until he had a full-fledged hard-on. Howard couldn't take another second of my head giving. He cupped the back of my head and brought my mouth to his. I sighed as his tongue went inside for a passionate kiss. Those hot flicks occupied my tongue. I surrendered to them without argument. His hand went over my breast. He rubbed my nipple with his sucked thumb. He transferred the moisture to my swollen nub, amplifying its aroused condition. My lips broke from his mouth. I was gasping for air. "Oh, Howard," I whimpered, overtaken by the electricity he generated. It was amazing how the simplest gesture could render such turbulence. He reached down and cupped my buttocks. "Can't stand the heat?" he asked in a low, husky voice. Smiling, I shook my head. He dragged me on top of him. I could feel the urgency in his grasp as he moved me into position. My legs spread automatically for that swollen member. Together, we worked it into me. My mouth dropped open and sputtered a choked, anguish whine. His hugeness pushed up into me, a tremendous pressure overwhelming me. I met it with vigor. Possessed by hungry intensity, I began humping him for all I was worth. Oh, yes! He was inside me again! "You've made it good and hard," Howie gasped. "Come on, baby, take all of me in you. Yeah, sit on me. Hop on me." Howie took my breasts in his hands, bunching them together, and urged me to rock back and forth. His thumbs circled my nipples, transforming them into twin peaks of excitement. In his delirium, he crushed them. "I want it all the way in you, babe," he grunted. "Like we did last night." "Oh, it feels like you've made yourself harder," I moaned. "But I love it." "Yeah." He threw his head back. "Come down here for me, bring yourself all the way down!" I couldn't help but caress his jaw, his cheek. There was an exciting virility about Howie I couldn't get over. Howard robbed me of further daydreaming by ramming himself up onto me. I moaned as I sank onto him. Planting his feet securely into the mattress, he raised his groin so that, when I bounced on him, I would experience its hardness even deeper in me. He wanted me to cum harder than before. I was already on the verge of climax. I stared at him, excited to see that his expression was a study of passion. "Oh, Howie, you're making me cum again!" Blood drained from my ravished face, my eyelids fluttering, my nails raking his furry chest as the lustful contractions swept over me. For a brief moment, I felt pressure building from his implanted dick, followed by weakening numbness. My orgasm was so intense that I could no longer remain mounted upon Howard, slumping over to the side. Howard, still inside of me, flipped me onto my back, pulling my limp legs over his shoulders, and began fucking me with recharged energy. After a few minutes, he released. "You don't like talking dirty in bed, do you?" I teased "Huh?" he asked, dazed from orgasm. He made no motion to get off me. He shrugged. "Maybe you can teach me." Why not? What else did we have to do? I thought it sort of cute that he was shy. Behind all that brooding intensity lurked a gentle man. I guess I had to get close enough to find him. Now that I had, I wasn't so willing to let him go. Although I might have been perfectly content lying there, the impulse to clean up was imperative. "Do you think we could take a bath together?" He blinked. "A bath?" "Yes. Let's go sit in the tub." Grinning, he warmed to the idea. Fifteen minutes later, we squeezed our
bodies into that rather small porcelain-covered area. I sat at one end,
he on the other. Our legs were practically tangled as we settled into
the deliciously warm water.
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