That is a direct quote from CJ last night. CJ had a tough day at work yesterday. It was a clash of personality and the heat here in the Mid-Atlantic that did him in.
I was feeling very cozy and frisky so I surely, yet subtly hit on him. As we kissed, caressed, and massage on the couch I just reveled in it all, as usual. He moved his hands up under my t-shirt and started to squeeze my braless tits. When he began to pinch and twist my nipples in that special way of his, I could feel it in my gut. I could feel my pussy dampen. I whispered in his ear that he was going to turn me into a dirty talking slut.
I don’t mind “making out” on the couch, but last night it just wasn’t comfortable. I leaned into CJ and whispered, “Take me to our bed”.
Like the gentleman he is, he obliged me. Let me step away from the story for a moment and explain the importance of our bed, particularly recently.
CJ has a snoring problem. He was ordered by our doctor to have a sleep study done. He basically has obstructive sleep apnea. It’s not the type where he stops breathing, but the snoring usually keeps me awake. At times, it comes to the point where I have to kick him out of bed and have him sleep in the guest room. Sometimes we even decide before we go to bed what the arrangements will be. I know to, especially our seasoned readers, it must sound very strange that it isn’t rare for CJ and I to sleep apart. Neither of us likes the need for this. He is almost always very gracious about it all, even if I’m kicking him out at 2:00am. I am a firm believer in the fact that a couple’s bed is a sanctuary. It’s why I wrote Sex Bed Sunday. We don’t go to bed angry. Sometimes we just hold hands in bed. I know the feeling of that warm weight next to me. Sometimes I even tolerate the snoring. Best of all, we make love in that bed, and to lighten it sometimes we just fuck. I wanted him to make me feel as close as possible to him and be 100% his woman.
I went to the immediately and was on my back immediately. I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of lounge shorts. CJ lagged behind me just a bit and entered the room naked, wearing only a smile and a hard-on. He joined me on the bed; it was so comfortable, so right. The light from the living room added a warm glow, which I preferred this time.
CJ suckled me, and then began to play with my swollen clit. I’m sure he could feel me get wetter moment by moment. His fingers entered my hot hole and began to stretch me as he knelt over my face. By now he was pulling my t-shirt off and I was wriggling my out of my shorts. His luscious balls grazed over my face and lips and begging for my attention. I know I needed them just as desperately. I lapped and licked at his nuts as I massaged his ass cheeks. He pulled his cock upward so I could totally enjoy his balls. Between his soft moans he said,
“I love how you teabag me”.
I let his balls fall from my mouth and answered with, “I love that you let me”.
Then it was back to my snack. Using my lips I grasped at his sac, kissed, licked, and sucked his balls, hungry as hell for them. His cock was lying along the length of my face now. He was rubbing it over my face as his rested on my lips. CJ looked down at me and said, “Where’s a camera when you need one”.
The picture taking is always a big turn-on for me so I offered to wait while he got it (It was in the living room). It seems as though he didn’t want to leave the position he was in at the moment. I think it would have been a great shot too. Me splayed out on the bed, nipples hard as CJ’s cock, slapping my clit, with my face covered in cock. I’m disappointed that we missed that shot. CJ shoved the head of his cock into my mouth to let me have him, let me suck him. I think he not only enjoys it, but likes to see me enjoy it and he knows it gets my pussy wetter.
Then he did something I really enjoy. He teased me and he’s good at it. It makes me ache and it drives me wild! Not to mention that it turns me even dirtier. When just right the lovemaking can easily turn into hot monkey fucking. The tip of his dick ran up and down my wet slit and I could feel its heat. My hips began to rock and I began to beg, not to have it all, I begged to be teased. I begged to have my pussy stirred and I squirmed for it. We played some more and then he sank that stiff dick right into me. It felt as though a hot poker was branding me. We really set a fantastic love rhythm. After all the attention I was allowed it wasn’t too long until I came all over that hot rod. CJ just kept pumping and I kept up with him coming again. We held onto each other after collapsing and it was beautiful. When I finally got up off the bed, my knees were weak. CJ is the only man that can do it that for me.
I’m still sorry we didn’t get our readers any good pictures, but we have learned and will be keeping the camera in the bedroom from now on. Instead, I thought a picture of the tea that CJ made and served me on our first date, almost 30 years ago. That was a yummy teabag too.