One Last Time Before We Go

"Let's pack and then shower. But before that I want something else," he said as he kissed me on the sofa.

We were half-assing about getting ready for our trip.

"What do you want?"

"Liza."

"How do you want Liza?"

"I don't know yet."

His hand slid under my top and he started fingering my nipples. My left nipple became hard very quickly, and he turned his attention to my right, more sensitive nipple. He was barely caressing, barely squeezing, but I could feel the sensations warming my pussy. My squirming and moaning accompanied his pinches.

"What I'm doing is making that pussy wet, isn't it?"

"Yes," I heaved.

For a long time I really didn't get much out of tit fondling. And then a few months ago we started exploring intense nipple play, and it's like they woke up from a dead sleep.

With his free hand he pulled his cock through the opening in his pajamas. He was so hard.

"Is that just from touching my tits?"

"Yes. This is what you do to me."

His hand then wandered down my belly and into my pajama pants. His fingers slid over my clit and down to my slick opening. Inside, and I was already close to coming.

"Two fingers just slid right into you," he said.

"I know. Oh. I know," I moaned back to him.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and he kept working in and out of me.

"You aren't planning to take these pjs on vacation, are you? 'Cuz they're going to get dirty."

Our hands continued to work each other. I squeezed his cock as I stroked him, circling my fingers over the head as I pressed my thumb just under the ridge. I felt the pressure on my g-spot intensify and an orgasm burst forth. Then another. I tried to keep my hand moving over his hard-on, but I couldn't much more than squeeze.

He slipped out of my pussy and pulled my pajamas down, only to kneel between my thighs to lick my clit. His tongue and lips slipped and sucked over my folds as I braced my feet against the ottoman behind him. I felt the orgasm build and surface. Another was behind it, but it lurked and wouldn't come forward.

"Please put a finger in me. Just one."

He coaxed it out of me, and my muscles contracted around him as he continued to lick and suck.

He stood and stripped. My ass was hanging off the cushion as he slid into me. We stayed in that position, save for changing the position of my legs to deepen or lessen penetration. With my legs at his shoulders he fucked into me, while I stroked my clit to come again.

I saw his thighs trembling. He'd been working hard for a long time.

"I need to sit." He flopped on the sofa next to me and jacked his cock. "Keep touching yourself for me."

We sat next to each other, thighs touching, as we worked to bring ourselves off together. I beat him, as I always do.

"Do you want to see me come?" he groaned. I said I did.

As the first spurt erupted I sucked him into my mouth, taking the load that had built up over the last two days. He stayed very hard as I sucked him, driving him wild because he was so sensitive.

I slid my pussy onto him and rode gently but firmly. His moans and laughter intensified. His head was still so sensitive and every stroke and squeeze was met with his verbal approval. He's not usually so vocal, but he just kept going.

"I'm not going to stop until you do," I said, as I rotated my hips and ground into him. The feeling of his hard head against the front wall of my pussy was divine.

Slowly his vocalizations abated, and I slipped off him and sucked him clean.

"That was like coming forever."

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