Part Three: An Overnight Date to Remember

Fifteen hours of passion, joy, and talking

We talked about where he wanted to put his face.

Extensively.

We both love oral. It’s not a chore for either of us. We want to please each other so much. This heat in my chest warms me when I think of taking my lover in my mouth.

He wants to be my first lover to kiss me between the cheeks. Yes, you know which ones. I’ve never had that before. I’ve never asked for it. He wants to give me as much pleasure as I can hold. To stretch my limits and boundaries.

On the bed, he walked behind me. Looking at my exposed bum and pussy. He ran his fingers thru my folds, then caressed my thighs. Quivering with every stroke as a wet tongue licked me.

Sucking at my labia, he started lathing with his tongue. I’ve never had oral in this position, either.

So exposed.

I should have felt awkward, but I didn’t.

I felt desired. Wanted. LPM sucked me earnestly and made me so wet for him. I was already wet but then started dripping. I could feel it coming out for him to lick and consume.

Then a tongue went to my bum cheeks. He kissed me softly and started sucking and stroking deep. This was a first for me. As his face pressed into me, I felt intense pressure.

I started pushing back against his face and into him. He increased his pace and intensity. I was going to come.

He used his fingers to fuck my pussy as he licked me. I’m now gasping and breathing hard on the bed. He is all over me, and I’m lost in this feeling.

He changed his hands and position slightly to a grind motion, and I came.

Squirting.

Wet. All down my thighs. All over his chin. Covering his beard.

After a moment, he asked if I was okay. I managed a quick yes because wordy Clara had no words.

He fucked the words out of me.

I felt him climb onto the bed behind me. Felt his cock brushing against me. Asking if he could fuck me now. I pushed back into him, telling him to fuck me now. To fuck me if he can.

He entered me swiftly. Oh, that felt so good. It had been months. Part of me would be sore later, but I didn’t care right now.

He started thrusting into me, repeatedly moving his hips, his hands gripping my hips, reaching up to flick my clit and rub me. I started pushing back against him, harder and harder.

I felt my orgasm build and build. I told him to fuck me harder and pound me. He is such as good listener because he did just that.

I came hard against him, with him deep pressed into my body. His hips against mine. I gushed over his cock, this time soaking his hips and thighs.

I lay on the bed face down, panting and spent. Full of joy and satisfaction.

He came back to the bed with a bottle of water for me. I rolled over, and we looked at each other for a few minutes.

LPM asked me with a sly grin, “Ready for round Deux?”

You betcha.

He settled between my thighs, flat on my back, halfway across the bed. He wasted no time diving in. He wanted his face as deep into my pussy as he could get.

This was his time, the one thing he craved over the last month.

His beard hadn’t reached the soft stage yet, so it was sharp edges. It felt divine on my skin.

I didn’t need any prompting to open my legs wide. He dived in. Face pressed against my labia. His long fingers spread me wider, and he started licking my clit and hood. My body was already coasting on several orgasms.

My pussy was delightful achy, and sore from everything we did.

I wasn’t expecting his next action.

He started rubbing his mouth and chin up my labia, every beard hair touching all the nerves and skin in my pussy. It did not hurt. Oh, the opposite of discomfort.

The pressure of his mouth and chin pushed into me repeatedly. I started moaning and gasping. His hands came up to grab mine to help keep me on the bed. I held on while he licked, scraped, and pushed me over an edge.

Falling into a bottomless pit of pleasure.

He rolled me onto my front. He moved over me and opened my legs so he could enter me from behind. He pushed in and lay on top of me. I felt his heat as he moved over and over. My hands were clasped in front of me, uttering a prayer.

For him not to stop. He felt so good.

I needed him.

This time, the action that pushed me to climax was him holding my hair. He gathered it tightly and pulled me gently back towards him. My chest and shoulders arched back as I came again around his cock.

Lying back down on me, he massaged my scalp and kissed the nape of my neck. He pulled back and settled on the bed, back against the pillows.

Opening his legs, he asked me to lean back against him. I did, and his arms circled me. Warm and comforting.

The orgasms made me sleepy. I lay there against his chest, eyes closed, starting to drift away. I tried not to as I didn’t want to miss one moment with him. I left myself slumber.

To feel his heat and care as he held me and kissed my hair.

I love it when he kisses my hair.

I don’t know how long we sat there like that.

I felt whole and sated. If I never have his touch again, I’m okay with that. He gave me something beautiful. A memory etched into me.

I didn’t have to fret.

He’s just getting started.