She spread her knees a bit more on the bed so that Steve wouldn't have to crane his neck too much to reach between her legs. His lips on the sensitive flesh felt like ecstasy, and while it was very arousing to be on top of him like this, she kind of wished that she could watch him as he pleased her.
Mary's tongue slid down over his balls, tasting what was a new part of him to her. She kissed the wrinkled skin before moving back up to the shaft. The head of his cock disappeared into his mouth and she sucked hard on it, trying to remember all of the things that he had enjoyed the last time she had satisfied him with her mouth.
She practically rubbed herself against his mouth when her knees shifted on the bed, but far be it from him to complain. Rather the opposite, really, and he found himself whimpering softly when that faint roll of her hips only aroused him further.
That wave of pleasure only got stronger as she moved her lips to the sensitive head of his cock. Moaning softly against her, he latched his lips onto her warm flesh, tongue working against her clit while he applied a little suction with his lips at the same time.
Her hips bucked more insistently against him now, until he latched his lips onto her clit. She moaned around his cock, the sensation of the suction of his lips along with his tongue nearly driving her mad. Her toes curled, and if he kept that up, it wouldn't take him very long to make her come.
In response, she worked at his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth as far as she could take it. It was just a few inches to start, but then she was able to add another. Mary didn't want to gag, so she kept it at that. At least it was more than she had been able to take last time. She sucked on him, tongue swirling around the head before flicking against the slit.
He split his focus between working his mouth insistently against her, and not bucking his hips up when she started taking him deeper into her mouth. She felt so hot and tight around him, and it certainly was very tempting, but the last thing he wanted was to catch her off guard or cause her any discomfort. Besides, even without taking him fully into her mouth, she'd still easily make him come.
He sucked harder at her clit, tongue flicking across the sensitive spot. One of his hands slid farther up until his fingertips could reach her from behind, prodding lightly at her opening, teasing along the rim and spreading it open a little. He couldn't push his fingers too deep into her in this position, but the tips still dipped past the entrance, testing the muscles, and trying to offer some more stimulation while he focused mainly on pleasuring her with his mouth.
Mary spread her knees a bit wider when she felt Steve’s fingers teasing at her entrance. In turn, she took his length deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly before pulling back. Unfortunately she still wasn’t quite ready to have all of him yet. It just meant that they would have to practice more.
Feeling his fingers and his tongue work in tandem was enough to finally push her over the edge. Her muscles contracted and legs trembled as the orgasm rolled through her body. Mary moaned around his cock, not taking it out of her mouth, so that he would be the recipient of the vibrations of her moans.
He gasped breathlessly, but pushed himself to lick and suck at her flesh as she rode out her orgasm, finally relaxing when he felt her ease above him, and turning her attentions on his cock with added vigor and dedication. Closing his eyes, he let his head sink down on the mattress, his soft sounds turning to louder moans as she sucked him harder, pushing him fast towards his own climax.
It likely wasn't much of a surprise when he came, a few beads of precome turning to short spurts, then finally he cried out, spilling into her mouth as she sucked him tightly. His thighs quivered and he curled his fingers into the flesh of her leg, as if holding onto her even as he felt like he was soaring through the sky.
There was something very erotic about doing it like this, about hearing his moans coming from down between her legs. Mary knew it wouldn't be long until he came and she was ready for it. She continued sucking hard on him as he orgasmed, drinking in his release and swallowing it all down. Once she was sure he was finished, she flicked her tongue up and around the head of his cock, trying to clean him.
After releasing him from her mouth, Mary turned back around so that she and Steve were facing the same way again. When she looked at him, she couldn't help but blush and giggle a bit. She laid down on top of him, snuggling into his embrace. "That was very enjoyable."
Steve panted heavily for breath, feeling little shivers and aftershocks of his orgasm course through him as she licked and sucked him clean. He only opened his eyes when he felt her move around on the bed, his own lips opening into a grin, and a soft chuckle slipping past when she giggled.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. He kissed her cheek and temple, nuzzling into her hair, fingertips playing up and down her back. "It was pretty... spectacular."
"Mmm." She kissed his lips, lingering at the taste of herself on them. She never would have guessed that she would find something like that erotic as well. Laying back down with her head on his chest, Mary listened to the rain hitting Steve's bedroom window. "It doesn't sound like the storm's let up at all. I wonder what sort of lecture I'm going to get once I go home tomorrow."
Martha had agreed to let Mary spend the night at Steve's, mostly for her own safety. Despite her grandmother's liberalism, it was still improper for a lady to spend the night with a man she wasn't married to. There would be a conversation, Mary was sure of it.
He kissed her back lazily, letting his head fall back on the mattress. He turned it to the side, looking out the window when she mentioned the storm. The rain was hitting the windows hard, and Steve could even hear the wind howling and whistling, so strong it was. It really was no safe weather to be outside.
He glanced back down to Mary, fingers running through her hair. "Well... if it helps, you can always tell her I slept on the couch and let you have the bed." It was a silly suggestion, and he knew Mary's grandmother wasn't stupid. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty, though. He didn't want Mary to get into trouble, nor did he want her family thinking that he was taking advantage of her.
Mary snorted a little laugh at that. "I wouldn't even dignify her with that sort of lie." She drew patterns on Steve's chest with her fingers. "It's alright," she said. "You kept me safe from the storm. That should count for something."
At least the two of them were engaged. And no matter what Martha thought about Steve's status in life, there was no doubt in anyone's mind how much he loved Mary, and how much that love was returned. There was no advantage being taken. And while her grandmother certainly didn't know this part, Mary loved every second of it. She loved every time they were in bed together, the way his hands caressed her, the way his cock felt inside of her. She loved how he made her come, how he always made sure that she had her pleasure before taking his. Their sex life was prolific and immensely enjoyable. If that wasn't ladylike, well, Mary didn't care.
"Yeah... she'd see right through that, wouldn't she?" He chuckled, shaking his head. He knew very well that Martha was a smart woman, and modern enough to not be so naïve as to believe that they spent a whole night together and didn't do anything. As it was, he was well aware that she likely knew they had slept together already, even if she had never brought it up with Mary.
He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers, then pressing her palm to his cheek with a soft sigh. "I won't even lie, Mary. I'm really glad you'll stay with me through the night. I always hate it when you have to leave." They never got to cuddle together after sex, fall asleep in each other's arms without having to worry about their schedules, her curfew or her family waiting for her. They had the whole night and early morning to themselves, and that made him happier than he could put to words.
"Mm, we do have all night. It means that we'll have to make the most of it."
After another kiss, Mary sat up and moved so that she was straddling his waist, sitting gently on his lower abdomen. She doubted that he was ready for another round yet, but that was alright. Her own fire was stoked, but she could be patient.
Mary tossed her long brown waves behind her shoulders, showing off her body to him where he lay below her. Her hands cupped her own breasts, eyes sliding closed as her thumbs moved to tease her nipples, turning them quickly to hard peaks.
He smiled a little at her words, looking up at her as she moved to straddle his hips. Though it'd take him a little longer to recover and be ready for more himself, he certainly was planning to enjoy the view nonetheless.
His hands landed on Mary's thighs, moving aimlessly up and down her skin, a soft gasp spilling from his lips when she started playing with her breasts. Gaze darker, Steve slipped one hand between her legs, fingertips dragging slowly across her wet slit.
An involuntary moan escaped her lips when she felt Steve's hand between her legs. She spread them slightly in response, not caring if he was watching her. In fact, she wanted him to watch. How different she felt compared to the first time they'd slept together, when she'd been much more shy. She also remembered the time she had slipped her own hand between her legs and been so ashamed, but how much Steve had enjoyed it. He made Mary feel so comfortable with her body and sexuality.
She continued to caress her breasts and tease her hardened nipples, letting Steve take care of the suddenly aching skin between her thighs. "Is it possible to climax too much?" she asked breathlessly, hoping that the answer was no.
His gaze darkened as she spread her legs wider for him, aroused immensely by her lack of shame. His fingers stroked along the slit, feeling her juices coat him fully, then his fingertips drew up to her clitoris, rubbing gentle circles over it.
"So long as it feels good... I don't think so, no." Basically, she could climax too much if a simple touch could make her feel pain, or if she was too uncomfortable to even move afterwards, but even having sex the whole night through, he had a hard time believing that would happen. If she was asking from a cultural standpoint, well then that didn't really matter, since it was no one else's business but their own just how often she came, or how.
There was a light moan when he began to stroke her clit. She breathed his name and rocked her hips gently against his hand. If this was wrong, sharing her body with the man that she loved, then she didn't know if she wanted to be right.
She could see the fire burning in his eyes as he watched her touch her nipples. Knowing how much it turned him on turned her on as well. Reaching down, she spread her legs even more before taking a hold of his hand. Mary positioned two of his fingers at her entrance, then slowly helped him push them in. Her hand then moved back up so that her fingers could circle her clit.
"Do you want to watch what I do when I think about you in the middle of the night?" she asked with a teasing grin.
It didn't take much for Steve to understand what Mary wanted when she guided his hand, and as he felt his fingertips press against her opening, he promptly pushed inside, two digits sliding past her tight entrance and burying all the way into her. He didn't stay still for long, though, and as he watched her stroke her sensitive spot, he started moving his fingers, in slow and shallow thrusts that still had his breath picking up pace.
"Yes," he exhaled, his voice practically a moan. His hips shifted on the bed, as he felt the heat spreading through his body, then coiling down at his groin already. "Please. I want to watch you."
Her cheeks were flushed pink with both desire a bit of embarrassment. This was much more intimate than the last time she had done it for him. Straddling him like this, she was practically on display. Steve did a great job of making her feel comfortable though, and she knew how much this was arousing him. She couldn't deny him.
Spreading her knees just a bit more so that she was sure Steve had a good view, Mary closed her eyes and flicked her pointer and middle fingers across her clit. "Mmm, like that... I just wish I had your fingers all the time." Having two of his fingers inside of her only heightened her pleasure. "I can't moan too loudly when I'm at home because there's always the worry that someone could walk in." Mary rocked her hips gently against their hands as she moved on top of him.
He appreciated it all the more knowing how embarrassing this usually was for her. The pink flush on her skin only aroused him more, though, and he was even more excited knowing that she felt this at ease with him now— a far cry from the first time they'd been intimate.
"You can moan now," he breathed, licking at his own lips. His fingers slid in and out of her slowly, keeping up with the pace of her hips as she rocked on top of him and against his hand. "I want to hear you, Mary... want to hear how much you love this."
Sure, he had neighbors, but they probably wouldn't care much, and certainly wouldn't say a word about it. And besides, the storm outside helped muffle a lot of the sounds that they both might make.
She did moan, softly, her head sliding back slightly. "It feels so good," she gasped. With her eyes closed, it was a bit easier for her to speak her mind without having to look him directly in the eye. "I... I think about you every night, about how I wish I were with you, about how I can't wait to be your wife... I think about all the things we've done together in this room and sometimes I need... relief." Her cheeks turned a slight shade darker.
Her fingers were rubbing gentle circles over her clit now. "So, I slip off my panties and slide my hand between my legs and pretend that it's you touching me, making me come. Your hand is much better than mine."
He found it incredibly arousing nonetheless, maybe even more so because she seemed to really let herself go completely when she had her eyes closed like that. His breath came to him in short little pants, as he fingered her a little faster, building up the pace as she started stroking her clit more insistently.
"God, Mary... Me too. Want you all the time. Every night, with me... I touch myself picturing your legs wrapped around me, your mouth on my skin— crying out my name," he bit back a moan, knowing full well he was getting hard again already. "You look so gorgeous like this, Mary... I love you, please... please come for me."
She went silent for a moment so that she could concentrate on the movement of his fingers with hers. He kept a perfect pace as her own fingers on her clit matched it. Mary could feel herself getting worked up, her pleasure rising with each pass of her fingers. So close.
Finally, she was able to push herself over the edge, her back arching and her tight walls squeezing around his fingers. "Steve!" Her hips bucked, pushing his fingers in deep as she moaned her ecstasy for him.
His breath stuttered, warm and heavy in his lungs, his gaze dark as he watched her, mesmerized by how beautiful she looked like this. Free, unembarrassed, blissed out as she took her pleasure. His fingers moved hard and fast, working her as she reached her orgasm, slowing down only once she started to come down from it.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, feeling himself growing hard again already. His hands settled on her waist, petting the skin slowly. "Love you so much, Mary..."
Her laugh in response was breathless, a joyous, carefree sound. Steve always made her feel like everything was alright, that she would always be safe with him, and that he he would love her until the day he died.
Mary laid down on his chest, her legs still straddling his body, and kissed his mouth gently. "I love you too," she replied. "Did you like that?" There was a knowing grin on her face. Of course he liked it, but confirmation never hurt.
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Mary's tongue slid down over his balls, tasting what was a new part of him to her. She kissed the wrinkled skin before moving back up to the shaft. The head of his cock disappeared into his mouth and she sucked hard on it, trying to remember all of the things that he had enjoyed the last time she had satisfied him with her mouth.
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That wave of pleasure only got stronger as she moved her lips to the sensitive head of his cock. Moaning softly against her, he latched his lips onto her warm flesh, tongue working against her clit while he applied a little suction with his lips at the same time.
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In response, she worked at his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth as far as she could take it. It was just a few inches to start, but then she was able to add another. Mary didn't want to gag, so she kept it at that. At least it was more than she had been able to take last time. She sucked on him, tongue swirling around the head before flicking against the slit.
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He sucked harder at her clit, tongue flicking across the sensitive spot. One of his hands slid farther up until his fingertips could reach her from behind, prodding lightly at her opening, teasing along the rim and spreading it open a little. He couldn't push his fingers too deep into her in this position, but the tips still dipped past the entrance, testing the muscles, and trying to offer some more stimulation while he focused mainly on pleasuring her with his mouth.
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Feeling his fingers and his tongue work in tandem was enough to finally push her over the edge. Her muscles contracted and legs trembled as the orgasm rolled through her body. Mary moaned around his cock, not taking it out of her mouth, so that he would be the recipient of the vibrations of her moans.
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It likely wasn't much of a surprise when he came, a few beads of precome turning to short spurts, then finally he cried out, spilling into her mouth as she sucked him tightly. His thighs quivered and he curled his fingers into the flesh of her leg, as if holding onto her even as he felt like he was soaring through the sky.
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After releasing him from her mouth, Mary turned back around so that she and Steve were facing the same way again. When she looked at him, she couldn't help but blush and giggle a bit. She laid down on top of him, snuggling into his embrace. "That was very enjoyable."
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He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. He kissed her cheek and temple, nuzzling into her hair, fingertips playing up and down her back. "It was pretty... spectacular."
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Martha had agreed to let Mary spend the night at Steve's, mostly for her own safety. Despite her grandmother's liberalism, it was still improper for a lady to spend the night with a man she wasn't married to. There would be a conversation, Mary was sure of it.
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He glanced back down to Mary, fingers running through her hair. "Well... if it helps, you can always tell her I slept on the couch and let you have the bed." It was a silly suggestion, and he knew Mary's grandmother wasn't stupid. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty, though. He didn't want Mary to get into trouble, nor did he want her family thinking that he was taking advantage of her.
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At least the two of them were engaged. And no matter what Martha thought about Steve's status in life, there was no doubt in anyone's mind how much he loved Mary, and how much that love was returned. There was no advantage being taken. And while her grandmother certainly didn't know this part, Mary loved every second of it. She loved every time they were in bed together, the way his hands caressed her, the way his cock felt inside of her. She loved how he made her come, how he always made sure that she had her pleasure before taking his. Their sex life was prolific and immensely enjoyable. If that wasn't ladylike, well, Mary didn't care.
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He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers, then pressing her palm to his cheek with a soft sigh. "I won't even lie, Mary. I'm really glad you'll stay with me through the night. I always hate it when you have to leave." They never got to cuddle together after sex, fall asleep in each other's arms without having to worry about their schedules, her curfew or her family waiting for her. They had the whole night and early morning to themselves, and that made him happier than he could put to words.
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After another kiss, Mary sat up and moved so that she was straddling his waist, sitting gently on his lower abdomen. She doubted that he was ready for another round yet, but that was alright. Her own fire was stoked, but she could be patient.
Mary tossed her long brown waves behind her shoulders, showing off her body to him where he lay below her. Her hands cupped her own breasts, eyes sliding closed as her thumbs moved to tease her nipples, turning them quickly to hard peaks.
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His hands landed on Mary's thighs, moving aimlessly up and down her skin, a soft gasp spilling from his lips when she started playing with her breasts. Gaze darker, Steve slipped one hand between her legs, fingertips dragging slowly across her wet slit.
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She continued to caress her breasts and tease her hardened nipples, letting Steve take care of the suddenly aching skin between her thighs. "Is it possible to climax too much?" she asked breathlessly, hoping that the answer was no.
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"So long as it feels good... I don't think so, no." Basically, she could climax too much if a simple touch could make her feel pain, or if she was too uncomfortable to even move afterwards, but even having sex the whole night through, he had a hard time believing that would happen. If she was asking from a cultural standpoint, well then that didn't really matter, since it was no one else's business but their own just how often she came, or how.
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She could see the fire burning in his eyes as he watched her touch her nipples. Knowing how much it turned him on turned her on as well. Reaching down, she spread her legs even more before taking a hold of his hand. Mary positioned two of his fingers at her entrance, then slowly helped him push them in. Her hand then moved back up so that her fingers could circle her clit.
"Do you want to watch what I do when I think about you in the middle of the night?" she asked with a teasing grin.
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"Yes," he exhaled, his voice practically a moan. His hips shifted on the bed, as he felt the heat spreading through his body, then coiling down at his groin already. "Please. I want to watch you."
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Spreading her knees just a bit more so that she was sure Steve had a good view, Mary closed her eyes and flicked her pointer and middle fingers across her clit. "Mmm, like that... I just wish I had your fingers all the time." Having two of his fingers inside of her only heightened her pleasure. "I can't moan too loudly when I'm at home because there's always the worry that someone could walk in." Mary rocked her hips gently against their hands as she moved on top of him.
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"You can moan now," he breathed, licking at his own lips. His fingers slid in and out of her slowly, keeping up with the pace of her hips as she rocked on top of him and against his hand. "I want to hear you, Mary... want to hear how much you love this."
Sure, he had neighbors, but they probably wouldn't care much, and certainly wouldn't say a word about it. And besides, the storm outside helped muffle a lot of the sounds that they both might make.
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Her fingers were rubbing gentle circles over her clit now. "So, I slip off my panties and slide my hand between my legs and pretend that it's you touching me, making me come. Your hand is much better than mine."
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"God, Mary... Me too. Want you all the time. Every night, with me... I touch myself picturing your legs wrapped around me, your mouth on my skin— crying out my name," he bit back a moan, knowing full well he was getting hard again already. "You look so gorgeous like this, Mary... I love you, please... please come for me."
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Finally, she was able to push herself over the edge, her back arching and her tight walls squeezing around his fingers. "Steve!" Her hips bucked, pushing his fingers in deep as she moaned her ecstasy for him.
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"You're beautiful," he breathed, feeling himself growing hard again already. His hands settled on her waist, petting the skin slowly. "Love you so much, Mary..."
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Mary laid down on his chest, her legs still straddling his body, and kissed his mouth gently. "I love you too," she replied. "Did you like that?" There was a knowing grin on her face. Of course he liked it, but confirmation never hurt.
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