“I thought we might read one of your stories tonight. You said you had a few I hadn’t read yet, huh?”

He did. He always did. Some in reserve for her. Some just for him for now. Not quite ready.

She had been making him feel very good about his writing; she thought his stories were sweet and sexy. Some a little surprising, but it meant she still had things to learn and discover after all these years. He felt safe being open with her and found it brought them closer, it was very intimate.

He began to run through what he had completed. The one with the dildo, she enjoyed that one. The one with the other thing, not as much. They’d discussed it after she read it and concluded that while the story was hot, it was better read than did.

She liked the “memory lane” stories, and he had recently completed one. He had embellished parts of it and added in some details from other encounters, but it should be recognizable. He copied it from his stash and emailed it to her.

They settled into bed, he stripped to his briefs and she pulled her nightgown over her head. The skin-to-skin contact always felt wonderful to him, and he curled up by her while she read.

“I remember that night,” she started. He reached up and kissed her softly, then found himself a position where he could see what she was reading and follow along. He knew the part she would be getting to, and he began to run his hands along her legs as she read. “I like the part with the butt massage,” she told him, “you’re very descriptive and I had no idea there were that many ways to say ‘he rubbed her butt’ and make it sound sexy.”

“Well, you’ve got a very sexy butt, and I spend a lot of time thinking about it, so it’s easy to be flowery and descriptive,” he replied. He slid his fingers to her inner thigh, spread them, and caressed the skin there, barely more than dragging his fingertips along.

“The way you write, I feel…very sexy.” She stuttered for a moment as his fingers grazed higher and higher. “This is feeling ve—very sexy too,” her voice turned husky for a moment.

“I should hope so you feel sexy. I’m quite smitten with you and I think you’re the sexiest fucking thing in the world.”

“At least you think so. Mmmm….I like that.” He was applying more pressure to her, and it wouldn’t be long before she told him to just take the panties off. There was a growing heat that the panties should not contain.

She continued reading, periodically a “mmmm” or “oohhh” trickling from her mouth.

She read aloud. “ ‘He licked his pinky and ran it over her rear entrance, the ring jumping at his touch. The small digit slid into her to the first knuckle easily.’ Why do so many of these have something in somebody’s ass?”

“I like butts,” he replied. “I like the image of seeing my finger or thumb or dildo or something going in, I think it’s hot.”

“Someone might get the idea that all we ever do is butt stuff,” she told him.

“There are some ‘normal’ stories, and only a few where the butt is the center of attention,” he emphasized. “It’s just lagniappe, and in that one, that’s pretty much it.”

He slipped a finger inside her and pressed his thumb to her clit as she continued from later in the story. “She squeezed his thick warrior between her chesticles and he fucked her tits, poking her in the chin with his massive schlong hard enough to make her bite her tongue. She thrashed as the force of her own orgasm overtook her, she always came from a tittyfuckin’.”

He slid down lower as she spoke, nudging her legs apart, and kissing up her inner thighs until his nose was touching just above her slit. He was just starting to put his lips to her clit when her words really landed on his brain. “The fuck are you reading? I didn’t write that!” He protested the gross mischaracterization of the scene. “She presses her breasts together around his dick and he thrusts respectfully and lovingly between them.” He attacked her with his tongue in retaliation. It may not be an effective deterrent.

She had trouble defending her reading while his tongue was tap dancing over her clit. Instead, her only option was to offer a plea for more, cocking her hips forward to give him more access to her. “You… you can do the… the pinky… thing.”

“I dunno,” he teased. He swirled his tongue around her, then pushed it into her channel and licked all the way to the top of her slit. “Seems like all we do is butt stuff.”

“Just do it!”

He did.

She came.

He loved the way he could feel it from behind.

When she was finished, he crawled up and kissed her lightly on the cheek, then the mouth.

“You finished reading?,” he asked her. His dick hung between them, just touching her lips but not entering her. She squirmed, still sensitive from his oral efforts.

“Mmmm,” she said with a smile.

“Any ideas? My massive, thick schlong between your chesticles?” He kissed the relevant spot.

“Maybe not that,” she replied, “but I think if you want me to suck your dick and let you jerk off on my chesticles, that could be arranged.”

“That sounds terrific, love. You want me to come up there?”

“I just don’t want to have to move.” This was neither a surprise nor a problem. He moved into position, kneeling next to her head on the pile of pillows, and she used her hand to pull him to her mouth. He felt very powerful in this position, very dominant, and he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, taking care not to choke her. Dominant and powerful or not, he could never hurt her.

She took a break to rest her jaw after a few moments, and he took the opportunity to rub his head over her nipples, spreading some of his fluid there. He bent down and licked it up. “Your breasts taste pretty good,” he told her, before she motioned to continue sucking his dick.

With masterful skill, she had him reaching the edge quickly this second round. It would now be a delicate balance of getting him right up to the precipice with her mouth and letting him pull out in time to finish himself on her breasts.

“Okay…okay,” he exclaimed, speeding his hand from its position on her shoulder to his dick, pulling it from her mouth, and aiming at his target. Drops of white appeared on her breasts and chest and he stroked himself with vigor.

When his climax subsided, he leaned in to kiss her deeply. Kissing her after being in her mouth felt good, right, grateful in a way that words would be inadequate to convey. “Thank you,” he panted and smiled. “You look beautiful, by the way. This is a good look for you.”

They both looked down at her chest. He started to run his finger through the mess there but she stopped him. “Don’t.”

“I’ll run and get you a towel.” He hopped off the bed, still holding his dick in his hands, and she took great amusement in watching him waddle to the bathroom. He found a wash rag and rinsed both his hand and the cloth under warm water. He wrung it out and returned to her.

“May I?” He gestured with the rag. He tenderly wiped his come from her, careful not to get too close to the sensitive skin at her nipples.

“You missed some there,” indicating the nipple he didn’t clean with the rag. There was a large drop clinging to it.

“I know,” he smiled. “I didn’t want to scrape you there. But don’t worry.” He leaned down blew on the darker, round patch. It hardened with the cool breath, she sucked in air through her teeth, and he took it into his mouth, savoring the bit he left there.

“Goober. You ain’t right.” She laughed and pushed him away, then hopped from the bed for her own stroll to the bathroom.