Aimee Ch. 04

Aimee awakened to the deep sonorous tones of the grandfather clock in the living room as it struck eleven o'clock. It required a few moments for her to come fully awake and to orient herself to her surroundings. The memory of what had happened in the previous few hours rushed over her like a tidal wave and brought her fully awake.

He continued to sleep soundly as she carefully extracted herself from the tangle of limbs in which they were entwined. As she sat up, her eyes caught sight of his groin, exposed above the duvet that had been thrown across his thighs. She had begun to recognize the meaning of the physical sensations in her own body, and they stirred at the sight. She hesitated for a moment, but her hesitancy was overcome by her curiosity.

She quietly slid down the mattress and quietly lay her head on his abdomen. Her face was just inches from his thatch of pubic hair. She breathed in deeply the of his musky scent as her eyes roved over the landscape of his toned leg muscles and his tanned and hairy thighs. Her head rose and fell on the wave-like motion of his stomach as he breathed the breath of deep sleep.

His penis looked so much different than it had earlier in the evening. It was small, soft, and lay limply bent in the middle of his thick pubic hair. It put her in mind of a naked baby bird in its nest, exposed and vulnerable. She pursed her lips and gently blew across it and saw it twitch lightly. She smiled to herself and wondered if it would offend him if she told him she thought it was 'cute'. Placing her hand lightly on his thigh she blew again, and it swelled slightly and began to roll as it started to straighten. She was fascinated by the movement and felt the urge to touch him.

As the heat grew between her legs, she lifted her hand from his thigh and, extended her finger, she laid it near the base of his penis just above the sack containing his testicles. He was so soft, warm, and a bit sticky. She could feel his pulse. His penis twitched again as he shifted his other leg, bending his knee and spreading his legs in the process.

She smiled and moved her fingers lower, grazing the soft, wrinkled pouch between his legs. She marveled at the fluid, slippery motion of the orbs it contained as she hefted them on her fingertips, measuring their weight. She was rewarded with another twitch of his shaft as it uncoiled a little further, this time even lifting the tip into the air for just a second. As she watched, his member grew visibly in its tumescence, and it hardened under her touch. She smiled as the wrinkles disappeared with the stretching of the skin. The head of his penis began to become shiny as it swelled and the ridge behind the cap became prominent giving it a mushroom shape. She touched the tip with her finger, and it jerked upward, this time remaining slightly elevated instead of dropping down again.

She felt increasing warmth between her legs and the tightening of her nipples as she realized that he was responding to her, even as he slept. She sharply recalled the moment his lips touched between her legs a few hours previously. The muscles of her belly clenched, and she squeezed her thighs together. She was overcome with the urge to kiss him there. What would it be like to taste him as he had tasted her. Was that perverted? Was it wrong? It seemed dirty but the thought of doing it aroused her even further.

His penis was almost fully erect, no longer a baby bird but a turgid shaft of stone, as she lifted her head and moved closer. The tip was already leaking as she touched it with her lips and brushed them across the warm flesh, wetting them with the pre cum that had begun to seep from the hole in its center. It was almost tasteless with just a trace of saltiness, but as the shaft surged again in length at the touch of her mouth, its slipperiness allowed the head to slip past her lips and partially into her mouth.

She froze, motionless, unsure what to do. The smell of him, the heated tip poised just inside her lips; it was almost overwhelming and deep in her belly she trembled. Without moving her head, she slowly swiped her tongue across the velvety smooth crown of his penis. He moaned in his sleep and his hips flexed driving the shaft even deeper into her mouth.

Her thoughts swirled with indecision. Hoping that she was doing it right, she gently rubbed the lower half of his shaft. Again, he flexed his hips as he slept, and she reflexively applied gentle suction. Without even thinking now, acting on primal instinct, as she sucked, she edged her head forward, wanting more. She thrilled to the thought that her attention had raised her baby bird into wakefulness.

Wanting more, she edged her head forward, sheathing him to a depth of four or five inches. She could feel the heat and his pulse against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The sensation fueled her own growing arousal.

She wanted to watch him awaken and repositioned herself so that she straddled his thigh with her face hovering over his groin. With her vulva pressed to his thigh, she pulled his penis to her mouth and drew it in again. She watched his face as a moan escaped his throat and his eyes began to flutter.

His hips lifted with increasing regularity now as he began to drive himself upward into her mouth and she increased the pace of her motions. The motion resulted in a generous amount of her juices, soaking her panties again as her hips ground her sex on his hard muscular thigh, setting off an inferno in the pit of her belly.

His eyes fluttered open as he awoke with a start. He was immediately aware of the pool of molten lava filling his groin seeking a vent through which to erupt. Aimee locked her eyes with his and he watched with increasing arousal as his shaft disappeared deep into her mouth and the reappeared slick and glistening with her saliva that now foamed around her lips and in the thatch of hair around the base of his penis.

Aimee did not know what to expect but she did know that what she was doing was causing him great pleasure and that her own pleasure was tied to his. That connection fueled her desire to continue until he was satisfied.

His mouth fell open as his stomach muscles spasmed once ... then twice ... she saw them bunching under the skin of his abdomen. His hands gripped hers with their fingers intertwined. Her head bobbed with increasing speed as his body arched and his hips lifted from the mattress. She watched as his face contorted and a guttural scream escaped his mouth ... it was her name! "Aimeeeeeeee! .... I'm cumming!" She felt his penis surge in size and then the tangy, thick, salty ropes of his semen hit the roof of her mouth, coating her tongue and the inner surfaces of her cheeks. Some slid down her throat and even more leaked from her lips and dripped down her chin.

His body convulsed several times, each time pumping more of the sticky substance into her mouth. His knees lifted with his eruption pressing his thigh hard against her. The pressure and the tremors of his contractions against her buzzing core broke her dam as she exploded with him in ripples, then waves, tsunamis of pleasure. She heard someone keening with pleasure and realized it was herself as she rode the wave on his thigh.

As their orgasmic wave receded, they both lay limply, enjoying the aftermath of the gentle tremors passing through their bodies. She continued to hold him in her mouth as he began to shrink. She sucked him clean and as his member slipped from her lips and returned to the appearance of a defenseless and vulnerable baby bird.

Under the gaze of his lidded eyes, she licked up the excess spill and knew that baby bird could soar.

She crawled up beside him, kissing him on the lips, whispering "I love you", and then she lay her head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

She reflected on the power of his orgasm and the sense of power it created in her, to know that she could draw such pleasure and give such pleasure. Right now, as she lay there, she wanted desperately to be loved by him, and to be his lover as well.