triple lewd

You walk around the edge of the bed and stand between your husband and the light, letting him see your silhouette.  His gaze disappears into your outline as you slowly untie the sash, letting the robe fall open.  He reaches out to run a fingertip along the gap between your sleeping bra and your pajama bottoms, and you grin as his touch lingers.  His finger is a tiny spot of warmth on your skin.

You step a bit closer, and he leans over to run both hands over your stomach, sliding them down to your pajama hips and gently caressing you through the fabric.  He entertains himself with that for a moment before gradually drifting upwards, sliding his fingers under the cups.  You grin eagerly as his fingers push the fabric off your sensitive nipples, and they firm up as he gently massages your breasts.

“So pretty,” he sighs happily.  “I’m so lucky.”

“Mmm, luck’s got nothing to do with it,” you murmur.  You bite your lip as his hands send tiny jolts of pleasure through your upper body.  He gets his thumbs going in little circles around your perky nipples, which sets off a tightening sensation you like a whole lot.  “That, right there… that’s skill,” you sigh.  “Mmm…”

“It was a good weekend,” he chuckles.  You and he had spent a weekend together after you had started courting, just exploring each other’s tastes and dislikes in bed.  He was clearly paying strict attention the whole time.

You take another step and he gently tugs the bra; the hooks you ‘forgot’ to latch pop, and he pulls it away.  He leans forward, running his lips over your skin, leaving little kisses until he finds one nipple.  Very slowly, he closes his teeth on one, and you groan as he tugs a bit.  “Jerome…”

He sits up a bit more and reaches back down with his free hand as the other massages the breast he’s not kissing.  Jerome slides his hand down under the waistband of your pajamas and between your legs, where the warm brush of his hand makes you shiver.  “Ohh… handsome, this is nice,” you whisper.

“I’ll say,” he says against your skin.  He switches to the other side as both hands vanish down under your waistband, running up and down your thighs.  He abandons your breasts and kisses his way down to your navel, pausing only long enough to grip the pajamas and pull them down.  You hurriedly kick them off so all you have left on is the robe, hanging loosely from your shoulders.  He unties his own robe as he leans down and grips your left leg with his hand, raising it a bit to rest your knee on the high mattress.

Your eyes shut as his finger slides against your inner thigh, then flinch as you feel his hot breath on your aroused skin.  “Ho wow, that’s… intense,” you groan as his hand starts exploring your neatly-maintained bush.  “I’m so glad we waited.”

“Me too,” he says feelingly.  He shucks his own robe and kisses a line from your thigh to your pubic fuzz on your raised leg, earning him a loud groan.  “Okay, you liked that, Elsa,” he says playfully.  He runs his tongue over the little ridge of your clitoris, and you feel your other leg go weak.  When he’s done with his first lick, he slips a finger across your labia and teases it open, tonguing you again.  You run your hands over his hair and whimper as he starts in on you with both hands and his mouth.  When he slips in the second finger, you feel your patience disappear.

“Get on your back,” you urge him, suddenly done playing.  You gently push him back and straddle him, letting your robe drape across his legs.  You tuck your own legs outside his, happily running your hands along his rock-hard erection.  “Oh, yeah, this is what I want,” you giggle, a bit loopy with eagerness and simple lust.  “Hold me…”

He sticks both pillows behind his back so he can sit up and watch as you keep playing with him.  When he’s done, he reaches over and firmly grasps your butt, pulling you a little closer.  Your husband’s light brown eyes glitter with desire as you align him and slowly clench your legs, lowering yourself as slow as you can.

“…Jerome,” you slowly moan, guiding him inside you with both hands, one on him and one on you.  “Oh, lover… this is good…”

“Fucking… wet as the river in there,” he grunts.  His hands clench as you pause to savor the feeling.  A little thrill makes your teeth chatter for a moment as his head slides through your vagina, moving neatly inside you.  “Oh, Elsa, sweetheart…”

You let yourself sink down until you’re flush against him, and you feel that funny gushing feeling as he squirms a bit to get more comfortable under your weight.  You arch your back a little and groan at the ceiling as you adjust to his presence.  “That feels so good,” you manage through clenched teeth.  “Oh, stud, that dick of yours…”

He grasps tighter and flexes his arms, pulling you up, then relaxes as your legs take over, slowly riding him.  In that condition, you’re just a messy orgasm waiting to happen, and the way his expression of tight concentration follows you up and down with every bounce helps that along nicely.  After just a few minutes, you’re clenching against him, out of control, and he holds you flat against him, gasping as the tightening feeling overwhelms him.

“Elsa… oh, I can’t… whoa!” he groans as he suddenly releases, arching back against the pillows.  “Oh… fuck, Elsa, I… I fucking… came already,” he pants, slumping back.  “Whoa…”

You sag forward, resting your hands on your knees for balance, feeling his seed pour back out as you slide off his shaft.  “Whoa, indeed,” you breathe.  You slump off next to him and rest your head on his shoulder.  “Nicely done,” you murmur.  “That… yeah.  Worth waiting.”

“Worth waiting,” he echoes, and you both just lie there a while.