Thoughts of the day squirmed through my brain. It was 3:00AM. One hour later than the last time I looked at the clock. 

Sighing and rolling to my side in search of a position that would carry me into dreamland, I focused on the form beside me. The illumination from the moonlight caressed the smooth skin on his head. He was breathing deeply, just on the verge of snoring. Instinctually, I reached out and smoothed my hand over his shoulder and the back of his neck. He stirred, but did not wake.

Warm. Familiar. Safe. 

I stretched my legs, inciting a few snaps and pops from my "30 something" bones. 

The dull ache between my legs brought a smile to my lips. How I loved and craved his touch. An addiction? A bad habit? Most certainly. Any way I could have him.

Typically rough and hurried, this evening had been intense and calculated. 

I was dozing on the couch while watching TV. He came home later than usual and roused me to join him in bed. I paused to rub my eyes - gain my bearings and was surprised to see him standing there...waiting. Lust in his eyes. Desire prominent in his old work jeans. Magnificent. Through my dreary veil, I felt a tingling around my areolas that puckered and tightened my nipples. The idea of what awaited me once we entered the bedroom sent tiny electric shocks to my center, flowing out to the tender skin on my inner thighs.

Why was he waiting for me tonight? Why didn't he make tracks to the back of the house, as was his routine, losing his shirt and pants along the way? Grasping my hand, he firmly but gently pulled me to a standing position and led me to bed. Pushing me to a sitting position, he reached over his head and pulled off his grease stained white tank. His upper torso muscles rippled in concert with the motion. Driving me closer to nirvana. God bless the moon and the way it cast a glow about him, allowing me to see that which excited me so.

Sliding his belt out of its buckle, undoing the button and pushing the zip down, my mouth began salivating as did other areas. I could feel moisture tickling and teasing my lips below. No words needed. I knelt before him and loved him with my mouth while gratifying myself.

My rewards were his moans, hisses of air through clenched teeth, and filthy words cursing me, driving me on. Working him with my hand and my lips, I sucked, teased him with my teeth, and laved my tongue up and down his meaty shaft. Tracing the prominent veins. Pushing the foreskin back to reveal my prize. A brilliant purple head.

Jeans, boots, and socks gone. He pulled my shift over my head and seemed to be at odds - whether he wanted to eat me or fuck me. I expected the latter.

Foreplay is not an obvious step for a man like him, but tonight - I was treated. 

Commanding me to lie back. Placing pillows under my ass, he lay flat on his belly and plunged his face in my sopping wet curls. His mustache and goatee brushing lightly on my exposed folds, he tended to my clit, rolling it in his lips, nipping at it, sucking my juices from me.

Not able to keep my hands to myself, I ran my fingers along his head - the sensation of shaved skin heightening my arousal, if that was possible.

Rocking and nudging himself into the sheets as he pleasured me, I was sure I would explode and would have been happy to die at that moment. His primal instinct blinded what ever human condition was left in him. He rolled me over, yanked my hips into the air, and sank himself into my cunt - full thrust. I came immediately.

Rutting like a jackhammer. Driving. Pounding. He cursed. He smacked my rear, reveling in the loud "pop" his palm made contacting my flesh. More. I wanted more.

Sweat dripping onto my back. Liquid dripping from our union below onto the sheets. Hands gripping, fingers digging into my hips. Skin and sac bombarding my mons in time with his manhood boring into my depths. Touching me where only he could.

He leaned over, sank his teeth into my neck, and came. I could feel his spunk jetting into me. He kept pistoning in and out, coating my walls and himself with his semen.

Withdrawing, he retreated to the bathroom. 

My jewel. My delight of the evening arrived moments later when he thought me to be curled up asleep after our night play. 

A kiss on my neck. 

"I love you." 

~~~

Returning his gift, I did the same. 

And went to sleep.