Part Four: An Overnight Date to Remember

Fifteen hours of passion, joy, and talking.

“Ready for more?” LPM softly said into my ear while giving it a lick.

Grinning, I nodded. We had a break and a talk. A sweet time between. The time for sweetness was over. I needed him to fuck me again. I wanted my lips on his cock.

Jumping off the bed, he pulled me over with ease. He pulled my bum to the edge and lifted my legs to his chest and shoulders. As he’s tall, I wasn’t sure they would reach his shoulders. But thankfully, I have long legs. They reached just fine.

He gave my pussy a rub, moving around our combined wetness. My body was so ready for him. He entered me softly and then closed my legs on his chest.

At first, I wasn’t sure if he was still inside me as he was so still.

Then he started to move. Long measured strokes. Slow and steady. Nearly out and entirely in. I open my eyes to watch him watching me.

Watching what he’s doing to me on my face. My shoulders lift up towards him, and the pressure increases. I start feeling what he’s doing all over my body.

He had me firmly in place, so I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

Soon the feeling was too much. I felt the orgasm about to burst out of me. This one is the rare one. The one that is intent and makes me cry. It rarely happens. But occasionally, that release brings me tears of joy.

I knew this would alarm him if I started crying. So in broken words, I managed to let him know this. He understood and told me it was okay. A release is good.

His pace increased, and I felt his hips push hard into me, pushing up to the top of my vagina.

I came in a burst of stars, shouting into the room. My body swelled with all this emotion and need, and I started to cry.

Short-lived but tears nonetheless.

He leaned down over the bed, covering me, and holding me tight. I held on for dear life, and the emotions rolled over me. I could see it roll over him too. He kissed me deeply and softly over and over.

I needed him tonight. He gave me all I needed and more.

Just after midnight, we lay on the bed chatting. The orgasm had faded, and I felt blissful, and sleep was starting to claim me. I cuddled into his arms, with my head on his chest, and fell asleep.

What happened over the next few hours was beyond my expectations. Before I fell asleep, he told me to wake him if I needed him. He was there for me.

I had no recollection of the time. I know that when I first shifted, he shifted too. We rolled into each other naturally. Like we had been doing it for a long time.

My hands covered his body and cock. I stroked him and felt him swell in my hand. His mouth covered mine and kissed me hard while his hand found its way to my smooth mound, plump and ready for him.

Kissing me, he pushed his fingers inside my pussy in a way that’s hard to describe. But I’ll try. He had a least one if not two long fingers inside me, with at least his thumb or a finger outside.

His hand was rubbing and grinding against my pussy inside and out simultaneously, grinding and pushing up against me. The feeling was incredible.

I came right away, squirting all down over his hand and forearm. He kissed my temple and then licked his fingers clean.

Back to the dreams we went.

Another time, I shifted, and he was there. I was facing away from him this time, with my leg pulled up towards my chest. This opened my bum and pussy to him. He shifted down on his hands and started sucking me from this position. His chin and face were pushed in as deep as they could go.

I felt his tongue lick my vaginal entrance. And soon, he was fucking me with his tongue. His fingers were still on my body, urging me to come, soothing me with his presence. I screamed into the pillow as I orgasmed.

He kissed my hair as I came.

We kept touching each other all night. I don’t know how much sleep we actually got. I don’t think it was much.

Around 6 am, we woke again. I felt the persistent ache of LPM being in my body throughout the night. It felt delicious and wicked, sweet and tender all the same time. It was early, but I was awake. So was he.

He rolled me on my side and entered me quickly. It was fast and hard. It was a quick orgasm. And a poof of air.

Yes, I farted on him.

He laughed. Maybe it was more of a giggle. It was so unexpected for us both. I orgasmed so quickly that something else came out too. Laughing, he hugged me, and we cuddled. It was too early to get out of bed.

Finally, before 8 am, we were both awake. He had to leave a little earlier than initially expected, so breakfast was held until the next time.

LPM asked, “Would you like one more good cum before I go?”

Ever so politely I replied, “Yes, please.”

I went to the side of the bed, and he entered me again, legs on his chest.

With all the fucking we had done the night before, it didn’t take me long to come.

He was determined to go out with a bang. So he settled between my legs once more and licked and sucked me hard, that beard scraping my already tender skin. It felt amazing. He kept tonguing me until this time, as I came, it was in his mouth. He drank it all down.

Not one drop was missed.

I rolled him over to his back, so his cock was in my mouth. I sucked and teased him over and over. He held my hair back tightly as my saliva dripped down his cock and over his balls.

I sucked his ball sack, too, rolling around my tongue and swirling.

His breathing sped up, and he thrust his hips up to me. I wanted him to. I told him before that he could come inside me. He had my permission.

I wanted him to.

I felt him throb and swell in my mouth. I wanted to feel him let go inside me.

He orgasmed in a moan, hands firmly gripping my hair. I wouldn’t let go until I had every drop. I wanted to give him this.

He pulled me up to his face and kissed me. We both smelled of sex, sweetness, and body. It was the best thing I’d smelled and tasted in a long time.

Time to get up. He already pushed it out a little longer than he should.

A quick shower. I wore a nightie and offered to change to walk him to the parking lot. He knew I had hours to go before I had to leave. So he urged me to paint and practice some French in the meanwhile.

I watched him dress and tried to keep smiling. I wanted him to stay.

He had to go.

He kissed me with his hands in my hair. He dropped to his knees and gave my pussy a quick kiss goodbye.

He winked and said, “Chat later, lover” as he walked to the door.

Then he was gone.

To my credit, I didn’t cry. I wanted to, but it felt different than before. He gave me so much. Fifteen hours of so much.

The time after someone leaves the room is hard. This wasn’t the ending for us.

This is our beginning.

I would see him again. He promised I could sit on his face.

And he’s a man of his word.

Guaranteed.

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