My Romantic Side

It was a lovely morning as I lay there thinking of last night. Nick had stayed with me last night. I woke from a dream to his touch. He had rolled over and put his arm around me. I stroked his skin, which was warm from sleep, snuggling in close, to feel him on as much of myself as possible. After daydreaming a while longer, I felt him move. He was facing me, and I rolledover and opened my eyes to see him looking right back at me, smiling as he pulled me close to him. After he gave me a soft kiss, we lay like that for a little while.

In a few minutes he took a bit of a stretch. I did the same, and then we held each other close again. I said, "Good Morning."

I kissed him, lingering and slow, with my tongue dancing gently in his mouth

We kissed and hugged for a long time, each of us enjoying the fact that the other's touch was there to wake up to. My Nick began to kiss my neck and touch my face lightly, enjoying my skin, which he says is so soft. I could tell he wanted something more, but didn't know exactly what, because our lovemaking was so intense and so varied last night.

After more intimate touches and caresses, I asked him, "What do you want to do?"

"Would you mind if I made love to you?" he said.
"Uhn uhn, not at all!" Truthfully, I was delighted.
After that, we really didn't speak much at all. He kissed and touched my face, my body, at first avoiding my most sexual parts, but then lightly going over them, too. He gave me long, lingering, soft kisses, and I returned his touch wherever I could reach, which was mostly his back and sides. I lightly scratched his back and arms, and touched his face when I could.

With soft almost featherlight touches Nick kissed my shoulders and then lowered himself down to my breasts. He lightly kissed each one, and then licked them all over - not too wetly, but warmly and softly, seeming to savor the taste of my skin.

He spent quite a while on my breasts, going over every little spot on them, paying special attention to my nipples. I stroked his soft hair and played with his ears and watched what he was doing with me. It felt so good, and so gentle!

He abandoned my breasts and kissed me again, and then we turned so he was lying on his back and I was at his right side. I kissed him, lingering and slow, with my tongue dancing gently in his mouth. He let out a sigh, which showed his appreciation for that kind of kiss. I caressed his neck and his ears with my fingers, and then began to kiss his neck and shoulders, running my nails along his shoulder blades.

We were both reveling in each other's scent, feel and warmth, using soft, simple caresses and gentle, loving touches. I kissed his neck again, and began to lick it, just lightly, and blow on the wet traces left by my tongue, which made him sigh again. I really enjoy pleasuring my Nick, and this time was to be different. I wanted to show him by being gentle with him, how much I loved his body, and how much making love with him means to me.

I nibbled lightly at the tendons on his neck and blew hotly and lightly into his ear, which made him writhe a little and moan audibly. I made my way down his shoulders again and began to caress his chest and stomach, running my hands lightly over his warm skin. I kissed him again and running my fingers over his nipples, took a gentle hold of each one, one at a time, and gently, but firmly rolled them in my fingers. He seemed to enjoy that. I had found the pressure he enjoyed, which pleased me.

I kissed him every once in a while, and licked his neck and began to caress his thighs and hips a little, avoiding the centre of his sexual energy.

We stopped, sharing one of our lingering, soft, moist kisses, and we lay side by side facing each other. He began to caress my legs, mostly my inner thighs, softly and slowly, in ways he knows make me squirm. He turned me over so I was on my front. He ran his soft hair over my back and it felt light and cool. He went further and further until he was at my thighs again, and he worked his way down to just behind my knees.

After a few moments of this, he began to lick my back and the back of my legs. He paid special attention to the areas of my back which he knows are sensitive, and worked his way down my legs, brushing his hair over my rear end and lingering in the area just at the top of my legs where I was stoking a fire just for him.

He worked his way further down my thighs, lightly brushing my legs with his hair and sending shivers over me as he brought me further and further up the arousal scale, until he reached my feet. He took each foot in his hand and put my big toes in his warm mouth one at a time, which makes me crazy!

He worked his way again up my back, lingering with his tongue over the sensitive spots on my right side, and traveled back up to my face, where he gently nudged me to turn over again.

I ran my fingernails along the tendons below his ears and he moaned softly at the feel of it. He offered me his shoulder and I kissed it. I savored the taste of his skin and the sound of his groans of pleasure.

I then worked my way back to his face with my mouth and tongue and gave him a long, more passionate kiss than the preceding ones.

He returned the embrace with as much passion and offered me the right side of his neck. Soon I began to want a little variety, so I made a play for his ears, blowing hot air into them, and snaking my tongue deep into his auditory canal, causing him to twitch and moan from the feelings that I was causing in him.

My Nick began to scrape hard at my back, which turns me on a fair bit, and we kissed again. Finally, he slithered his hand down my body and lightly brushed his hand against my sex, causing shivers to course through my body. I jumped at his touch, anticipating more. He delivered, that much was certain. He went exploring in the folds of my delicate lips, encountering my wetness and remarking on it. I told him it was not surprising, since we had been turning each other on for almost an hour by that time.

He spread the wetness around with his fingers, put one inside me, and then brought it to my lips for a taste. I tasted delightful.. not too heady or thick, and just a hint of tartness. At the same time, I was manipulating his erect penis with my hand, enclosing the shaft with my fingers and gently, but firmly caressing his hardness with my entire hand.

He and I slowly masturbated each other for a while, and then the pace of his fingers quickened. All this while we were still kissing each other, taking bites and nibbles and licks of each other's necks and ears. Occasionally he would groan in my ear just to see my reaction, which I found very distracting to what I was trying to do for him.

After a short while of him circling my clitoris faster and faster, he stopped what I was doing with his penis because it was clear that I could no longer concentrate on what I was doing. My Nick was manipulating me closer and closer to orgasm, and I was enjoying all the tightness and warmth of the sensations going through my body as my urgency for release increased.

My head went back, my eyes closed and the kiss broke. He watched me closely, enjoying the expressions on my face... the grimace of concentration on the pleasure that he was giving me... the breathing that was quick and deep, and erratic. He was gritting his teeth with effort as his fingers moved fast and furiously on my sex, bringing me ever closer to release. "Cum for me," he breathed, as I squeezed my eyes shut and grunted with the onset of orgasm.

Suddenly the dam broke and I tensed in every muscle of my body as it imploded and then, just as suddenly my body involuntarily relaxed and my clitoris became too sensitive for a second. He knew the signal of the end of my orgasm and took his hand away slowly.

After a brief period of relaxation and holding him close, he kissed me again. I could detect my aroma in the air in the room, and it reminded me that I had some unfinished business with him. I traded places with him by climbing over his body, and took his cock in my hand, gently stroking it with my palm down. He sighed in appreciation of my effort and I looked into his eyes as they reflected the pleasure I was giving him.

I closed my hand around his hardness and began to slowly pump him from top to bottom of his shaft, until he was solid and very hot to the touch. My speed and forcefulness increased as his breathing did, and he groaned and grunted his approval of my ministrations as he began to twitch and turn a slight shade of pink around his face, neck and upper chest.

"Harder and faster," he demanded, and I was more than willing to comply, to see my Nick explode for me.

"Is this the way you want it?" I asked him after changing the pace of my fingers and hand until it was moving so fast there was no set rhythm, but a furious speed and a tight grip on him to keep from losing the contact.

He nodded approval and told me not to stop. "Are you going to cum for me?"

He nodded again. "Soon." His face tensed, the muscles in his cheeks and neck becoming more pronounced and his jaw and mouth set in a grimace of tension and need. "Don't stop!"

"I won't," I replied and pumped his cock harder and faster still, and heard him gasp and saw his head go back.

Suddenly he cried out, "Oh, my God! Oh God!" and his eyes rolled behind his eyelids, and his head went back as far as it could go. His face, neck and upper chest turned bright crimson, and his head bounced against the pillow as every muscle in his body contracted backward in waves. My hand received a wet, slippery gift and I kept on stroking him even as his head relaxed back on the pillow, as he moaned in approval and his body shook with aftershocks.

My Nick is not the one-shot-wonder type, and after a brief rest, he placed my hand back on his gooey cock and I spread the cum all over his stomach and hips until it felt almost dry. By that time, he was semi-hard again. I licked it off my fingers and gave him one for a taste, which he doesn't find unpleasant.

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked. Of course I did, and said so. Nothing is better than feeling him move inside me, filling me with the knowledge of what gives me pleasure. He positioned himself on top of me, with my legs on either side of him, and I stroked him until he was solid again while he held himself up by his arms, ready for when I put him inside.

The initial feeling was fantastic. I was so wet there was no hesitation, and he went into me almost completely on the first entry. I gasped with the intense feeling of it; so sudden and fulfilling. Slowly, at first, he ground in and out of me, taking long, luxurious strokes and then slowly building to a frenzy of motion above me. He had everything under his control, including me.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked me, while moving in such a way that every in-stroke was a deep and fast grind, and every out-stroke was slow and measured.

By this time I was bucking against him, trying to get more of him, and faster, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my feet resting on his gorgeous ass, pulling him into me with every in-stroke, and relaxing each time he withdrew. My arms and hands were touching his chest, his shoulders, his back and his face, and he had been kissing me each time he entered me with passionate abandon and a look of pleasure at my increasingly erratic breathing and sudden burgeoning lust for him.

"Please, make me cum," I begged. I wanted so badly to find release while he was inside me, grinding on my body, and smelling his scent as the heat between us increased proportionately to my level of urgency. He slowed down just a little, which made me think he was going to tease me, but then went faster and faster and told me to cum for him. I grabbed onto his shoulders and arms, and held on tightly, my body beginning to convulse with the beginnings of release.

I could feel him growing inside me, his heat increasing and his pace as well. I opened my eyes and saw his face frozen in concentration as he watched my orgasm build and tried to hold on until I was about to cum. "Cum with me, Baby. Please, cum with me," I cried out, "God, yes!" As the dam broke, my eyes closed and my head went back. I clutched my body to his as I felt him pulse and expand inside me, having his own release as I had mine, each of us shouting our own words of relief and crying out in unintelligible grunts and throaty noises as our pleasure came to a climax and then began to relax again.

Finally, we collapsed, he laying on me, not disengaging, and holding me, gasping in my ear, silently relaxing with the satiation we both felt. I gently stroked his hair, and kissed his shoulder lightly. We lay there for some time just like that, silently feeling our passion ebb out. We went back to just being happy to be with one another, and didn't disengage until some worldly distraction forced us to come back to the real world around us and fully awaken to the reality of the morning.