Free Hot Monogamy by Lucy St. Vincent Page B

on when I do that, especially when I aim it at his perineum, that area just between the root of the penis and the anus.   There is a powerhouse of nerves down there.   I love it when he does that to me, too.   (Or I do it to myself.)
    When his cock was clean and glistening, I took the bath pillow and knelt and centered my mouth at his crotch level.   Then I began to suck while the hot water poured down over me, sensually beating my back and dripping down over my breasts.   Paul was bending forward and grabbing my breasts, tugging at my nipples and then scratching my back with his nails.   He did it hard and furiously and it felt divine.   I love to have my back scratched during sex.   It’s a real turn on for me.     I like a little roughness: a bit of pain.
    I continued to suck his cock while fingering his balls, rolling them back and forth like Chinese medicine balls: slowly and gently.   When I sensed he was getting close to coming, I let go of his cock and took turns slipping his testicles in my mouth and sucking them.   By this time, Paul had both hands outstretched on either end of the shower stall to keep his balance, his head was swung back, and his eyes were closed.   I knew he was exquisitely close.  
    I could hardly wait for my turn to come.   Luckily, I knew how to speed things up and provide incredible pleasure at the same time.   I took my fist and put it between his shaft and his anus, pressing hard on the pressure point.   Then I plunged his cock into my mouth and began sucking hard, long sucks that reached to his root and then climbed back up and lingered on the head of his penis.   He was nearly there.   I felt a rush suddenly throb through his penis: then came the loud gasp and the spurt of warm, sensuous liquid flood my mouth.   Now I wanted to come.   I needed to come.   I was hot and wet and incredibly turned on.
    Paul barely needed recovery time: he followed the same pattern as I had, starting with my hair.   He very gently began to lather my scalp in circular sensuous strokes.   He took his time, and in spite of how good it felt, I wanted him to make his way downward just a little quicker.   I was bucking like a horse.   I had waited too long already.   I wanted satisfaction now
    “Slow down, Baby,” he said.   “There’s plenty of time.  Just relax and enjoy.”
    He was right.   I knew he wasn’t going to give me a quickie.   Not today.   I surrendered to his strong hands that had now worked their way down to my neck and shoulders where he was kneading and massaging with a firm grip.   It felt so good.   Fortunately we had installed a massive hot water tank and the scalding water continued to pound down on us, the room completely steamed up and smelling of eucalyptus.   My shoulders refused to loosen despite Paul’s labile, experienced fingers because the sexual tension was filling my body, straining all my muscle fibers.
    He worked his way to my front and began to gently tickle my clavicle and the tiny indentation where my diamond pendant rested.   He bent his head and gently began kissing my little cave.   Then he began kissing my neck and my shoulders.   My breasts were pressed up against his hairy chest and it felt so good.  Then he abruptly stopped and stepped back.
    “I have to look at you,” he said.   He stood staring at my dripping body, still firm and supple after fifty-odd years of living.   “God, you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.   What are you doing in my shower?”  
    He pulled me to him and began kissing me wetly with his tongue, probing along my gums and deep into the recesses of my mouth.   The water filled our mouths as we kissed and his hands made their way to my breasts.   He grabbed the bar of soap and while still kissing me, he began to roam around my nipples with the abrasive soap, around and around, soft and slippery and exciting.   I pressed my flat stomach against his hairy one and remembered the grapes.