Savour

Savor

We cuddled together afterwards. Hearts slowing, breathing struggling back to normal. A wonderful loving it had been. Almost animal towards the end.

I pleasured you orally and then you, bringing me over the edge time and again until I begged for your cock inside me. Then we coupled, I’m so wet that we both giggled at the sounds of our loving. Finally, sobbing for breath you gushed your love into me. My final orgasm came rushing after yours. The intensity made you think you must be flooding me, but knew you weren’t, it just felt that way as you came into me time after time. We lay then, still spooned. You slowly dwindled inside me and I felt your gentle contracting, my walls holding you, loving you gently.

Finally I got up and scrambled into my panties. Youe watched. White cotton, very brief and very sweet.

"Don't you leak afterwards?" you wondered aloud.

"Of course." I laughed, as if stating the obvious.

I came over to the bed and thrust myself provocatively towards you. "Of course I leak ... feel."

You reached out and touched the crotch of my panties slipping fingertips gently between my thighs. They came away wet. You rubbed thumb against fingers, silky, slippery.

You looked up at me. I smiled, guessing your unspoken question. "Because I like the feeling. Because it's yours, ours. I get a thrill from the chill .." I half laughed at my unintended little poem, "when the breeze gets up my skirt..." I paused and added defensively, "do you think that's weird?"

"I think it's sweet," you told me, "fact is, I don't wash my face after I've loved your pussy. The scent of you lingers in my moustache for the rest of the day."

"Really?" I murmured. "Now that is sweet."

"Very," you said making a show of licking your lips.

I struggled into my bra. You watched me, your cock stirring at the sight.

Breakfast was hurried, just toast and coffee. We'd spent more time lovemaking than we realized. I glanced at the clock, the bus was due in ten minutes. You were still in your bath robe. I moved towards you and straddled your leg. I flexed me knees and dropped me crotch onto your thigh. The action hidden under my skirt. "Just so long as I dry as fast as I leak." I thrust forward wiping myself up your thigh, then down again. I stood and moved back grinning wickedly. Your thigh was cool from my wetness, the skin glistened and you were damn near fully erect again.

"Got to go sweet."

I turned in the doorway, my feet apart. Sure enough, there was that naughty breeze cooling my crotch as it fingered my panties. You leaned down and kissed me.

"Mmmm, marmalade and me," I looked up at you, licked my lips, strangely moved by the taste and the obvious scent of myself around your mouth.

You caught my scent too, and licked your lips, "you are very sweet My Lady."

(Mr.Webster gives nine meanings for SAVOUR, of which: The quality in a substance that is perceived by the sense of taste or smell and ... The power to excite interest and ... To relish or enjoy seemed to say it best.)