Let it out

When Chad and I first started fooling around, I counted myself lucky if I could get any verbal responses from him. I counted up the compliment of every moan, sigh and gasp.

I, on the other hand, moaned, shrieked, squawked like a bird, giggled, hooted and made all sorts of undignified noises. I showed my pleasure without restraint. He subscribed to a much more stoic philosophy.

This mirrored our reactions to more than just sex, of course. I've always reacted to life with more intensity. He is more steady, less inclined to wear his emotions on his sleeve. Neither way of being is better than the other - just different.

Recently, however, I've noticed a change in my beloved husband's reactions. He's more willing to make his pleasure known in the bedroom.

I'm kneeling on the floor in front of him, worshiping. At first contact to his swollen skin, he gasps. He strains forward at the waist, asking, begging for more, without words.

He's not wordless for long, however. "That feels so good," he sighs.

I scrunch myself down below his soft sack and lick the textured underside. He moans as my tongue reaches deeper and strokes further outward on each trip.

I lick up, up, up to his red purple tip. My tongue circles it, feeling the round ridge. He exhales raggedly.

Then I slide my mouth down around his shaft. He inhales sharply. I slide and and down spreading a slick layer of wet, slipping my mouth up and and down faster and faster. His response mimics my movements.

Without warning I change it up. My mouth corkscrews sideways, base to tip. My head swivels wildly, not giving him a chance to get used to a rhythm.

He groans in pleasure. His hand grips my shoulder, head back, every nerve alive. He holds out as long as he can, enduring delicious agony. Finally, he has to pull away.

I watch him. Waiting.

My eyes stray to his cock. It is mottled pink, red, purple. It is engorged - straining upward in an arch.

He's focused on delaying the enviable. Prolonging the pleasure.

When he's under control, he moves back toward me ever so slightly. I dive at the opening, engulfing him with my mouth. His sounds let me know it is much appreciated.

Then he's ready to enter me. He pushes me forward onto the bed, on my hands and knees before him. We both gasp as he slides inside. Our groans of pleasure intertwine.

"You feel amazing," he groans. His hands grip my hips lightly, caressing my skin.

I open myself to him, asking for more. He's thrusting forward and I'm thrusting back onto him. We rock back and forth, our movements keeping time with our ragged breathing.

As my moaning peaks, he lets himself go. Bodies slapping, muscles tense, we ride the wave to the end. He lets loose with a deep vibrating groan.