Marc 8: Naked Time.

Seriously, is there anything better than naked time?

I mean you and your significant (or not so significant) other just laying next to each other naked, diddling. Nothing serious, maybe later — okay, probably later — but for now just that easy touching, hot caressing, exploring. A slow build up to a great climax. That hot, skin-on-skin action.

Yeah, it’s one of those nights. Amy’s over, the bottle of wine is almost gone, and we’re just kicking back on the couch, looking for a movie to watch. She’s my friend (with benefits) and we get together lots, and not always for sex. Some nights we just hang out.

Tonight, she runs her finger down my chest, while I play with her hair (She’s got really great hair, especially when it’s just washed.)

I’m not sure where tonight is headed until Amy grabs the remote and turns off the TV. “Let’s just get naked.”

I was hoping, but I wasn’t going to push.

I stand and take her hand, pulling her into an embrace. We kiss. I love kissing her.

I want to take things slow tonight. I know at some point passion is going to take over, but there’s something about holding off, bring things to a boil slowly. Edging a bit. Do you know what I mean?

Amy seems to be in the same kind of mood. She’s playing with the buttons of my shirt, slowly teasing them open. Nothing frantic. (Yeah, we’ve had those nights too.)

I mold my hands to her breasts. They’re smallish, but full and round. She’s not wearing a bra tonight and the nipples stand at full attention through the thin material of her T-shirt. They’re really fun to play with. I can’t explain why, but I’m a boob guy.

Well, and a leg man…and I really like a nice ass.

Piece by piece our clothes come off and get dropped to the floor. Fully naked now, I ask her to spin slowly for me. I want to take in all the scrumptiousness that is Amy. God, her ass is something special.

She takes my hand and pulls me toward the bedroom. “Take me to bed.”

We tumble onto my bed and roll, arms entwined, toward the middle. I run my hand down the side of her face, taking in her eyes, that pert little nose, and those full, ruby-red lips.

She has her hand flat against my chest as she plays with the hair on my chest. “Tonight probably won’t be fantastic enough for you to write about,” She says, a little pout pursing her lips.

I’m not so sure about that but, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is us, right now, here.”

She kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re sweet.”

I do try to be…most of the time.

My fingers skim down the side of her breast.

“Oh, please…” she says, and I know what she wants.

I lower my mouth to an erect nipple and gently suckle, running my tongue around and over. Still, nothing frantic, though it’s tempting to rush.

My cock comes to life, pulsing against her thigh. It has other things in mind.

Amy wraps her fingers around my shaft, which only makes things worse…better. (You know what I mean.)

She gently slides her hand up and down. “You’re so hard tonight.”

I release her breast to enquire, “Harder than normal?”

“Not really.” She smiles. “But you’re always writing about how wet women are, so I thought the expression appropriate.”

So, this was to be an intellectual fuck. I was down for that. I slid my hand down her torso, cupping her mons, then sliding a finger inside her. “You are incredibly wet tonight.”

“Wetter than normal?” Now she’s chuckling.

“Not really,” I manage to squeak out before we both break into raucous laughter.

Now, laughter isn’t really sexy, and it tends to kill the buzz during sex, but tonight it just helps bring us both back from the edge.

“God, you’re fun,” she says when she finally stops laughing.

My soldier has drooped a little, but there’s definitely still interest.

“I’m sorry.” She takes softy in her hand, and he perks back up.” Let me make it up to you.”

She rolls me flat, and sits up over me, giving me a delicious view of her incredible breasts. Holding my shaft in one hand and cradling my balls in her other, she slides her lips down my cock, tonguing the head viciously as she works it deeper into her mouth.

I cup one of her breasts and roll the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmm.” Amy’s delight rumbles through my shaft and tightens my balls.

Slowly, deliberately, she begins to work my cock, taking me deeper with each bob. Her tongue is constantly working, but before I reach my climax, she pulls off. “Not yet. Not yet.”

My cock is slick with her saliva and my precum. It pulses with need and desire, but I bite my lower lip and pull back from the edge once again. Tonight is about slow and steady.

I roll her over on her back. “My turn.”

I can torture as well as the next guy. Taking my time with each breast, I work my mouth and tongue down her body, laving her navel before delving deeper.

She’s shaved smooth down below, and my tongue slides over her mons. I reposition between her legs, and bury my face, sucking her erect clitoris into my mouth as I savor her juices.

She is so wet, but I resist making any comment for fear of another outbreak of laughter. She smells and tastes amazing. Sweet, musky, all woman.

“Marc,” she cries out as I insert two fingers into her. She squirms, and I feel her rising desire. “I need…”

Yeah, me too. But her first.

I pick up my pace, pistoning in and out with my fingers as I lash her clit with my tongue. Slow time is over. She writhes under my intensifying manipulations.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” An orgasm shimmers through her. I withdraw my fingers and hold her tight. My mouth still on her sex, I drink her in as she shatters.

I come up for air smiling. “You liked that I take it?”

“Oh, Marc, that was incredible.”

I skid back up her body and draw her into an embrace, turning us on our sides. “Good.”

I kiss her long and hard. My cock is begging me to take her now, but I want to be sure she’s ready.

She breaks off the kiss. “And next…” a sly smile slides across her lips.

“Next?” I inquire.

“I want to ride you like a wild cowgirl on a bucking bronco.”

I chuckle as I roll to my back. I’m still incredibly hard. “Saddle up, cowgirl.” I try (and fail) to neigh like a horse.

Planting her knees on either side of me, she slides herself down my shaft. So tight. So wonderful.

I love her…cunt? Pussy? Those words seem so crude for the wonder of her opening. And vagina seems way to clinical. I’m a writer, damn it. I hate it when I can’t seem to come up with the right word.

(I need a new word. If you can help, leave your thoughts in the comments.)

Hands on my shoulders, she begins to ride me. Up and down. Up and down. Increasing speed with each revolution.

As she settles on me each time, I buck up, driving into her. Gasps and moans escape our lips.

Now my orgasm builds to its climax. She’s riding me hard.

Now it’s me crying out, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck!”

My release travels like a tsunami from my balls, through my core, and up my shaft. I pour my hot seed inside her in long, hard spurts.

She ripples on top of me, crashing down and sinking me deep inside her before collapsing on top of me.

We’re both gasping for breath as her warmth enfolds me.

Slowly, I find control once again. I reach out and manage to grasp some covers to throw over us, preserving the warmth and passion of the moment.

Our bodies are still merged as my cock softens. I want to stay in her as long as possible. I want to keep this incredible connection.

Her breath whispers across my neck and shoulder. Her gasps slow to gentle puffs. “That was good. I needed that.”

I smile. “So, you used me?”

She pulls back enough to look me in the eye. “I did. I shamelessly did use you.”

“So, you owe me.” She doesn’t, and she knows it.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Stay tonight,” I say.

She snuggles in. “Okay.”

God, I love naked time.

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