It is such a weird paradigm to have been with someone for years, and realize that you've only scratched the surface of what's possible sexually.

As Meg started easing out of her post partum slump, I started seeing soft, glowing embers in our sex life. There were still many hangups on her part, and a lot of hesitation on my part, but she was making herself available more often, and seemed to be more enthusiastic when the stars aligned and we found ourselves naked between the sheets with a few minutes to spare.

Years of maximizing every sparse encounter had conditioned me to be efficient in my approach. Gone were the days of drawn out love-making, as inevitably, a child would wake up, a meteor would strike or something else would happen to interrupt us. Now, when given the opportunity, I would finger her to orgasm, slide into her to expedite my own climax and pull out in time to avoid creating any additional cock blockers. We could be done in five minutes on a good day, an act born of necessity more than passion.

Lately, and without explanation, she had taken to changing things up. Foreplay was working it's way back into our repertoire. Minutes at a time spent kissing and fondling before clothes would come off, yielding a level of wetness between her legs that I thought life had permanently robbed her of. She was letting me go down on her again - legitimately one of my favorite pass times, and something she had banned after the birth of our first child.

Despite the growth, there were still limitations. For years, penetration had been relegated to a "for his pleasure" activity, and she could bring me to orgasm in an embarrassingly short amount of time regardless of position. Since faster tended to be preferable, this didn't seem like an issue, but the fact that she had never cum with my cock inside her felt like a fundamental flaw in my manhood that I would never overcome.

"What are you doing?"

Her text surprised me for a few reasons: first of all, because she knew I was working and second, because she could have just as easily popped her head into my home office if she wanted to chat.

"Just plugging away - what's up?"

"The kids are down for a nap. They were exhausted"

"Oh, cool - free time for you! Whatcha gonna do?"

"You."

I nearly sprinted to our bedroom, arriving just in time to see her disappearing under the covers, a flash of skin and her pile of clothes indicating her state of undress. I stripped off as quickly as I could and climbed under the covers beside her, kissing her deeply while she giggled into my mouth. Our hands began to roam as our kisses became a dance of sorts - giving, taking, probing, sucking. Her hips undulated in rhythm with her breathing as I began twiddling a nipple between my fingers.

"I want to try something", I whispered into her ear, and I felt her tense up.

"I promise you will like it, and if you don't then we will stop - deal?"

She nodded her consent, and I propped a few pillows up on the headboard, settled into position with my back against them, then invited her to lie back against me between my spread legs. I adjusted my erection to the right of her spine as she settled against me, and for a moment we just breathed in unison, my arms wrapped around her and hands resting against her flat stomach.

Leaning my face down, I kissed her jaw line as I began to slowly knead her breasts. She arched back into me as I circled her nipples, tracing my fingertips lightly across her areolas before broadening my circle to encompass her side and underboob. I alternated my approach, oscillating between firm squeezing handfuls and light traces, until she was pressing hard against me and panting. Looking over her shoulder, I saw her legs spread wider and the grool glistening on her pussy - a level of arousal I hadn't seen in years.

Her moans transitioned from responsive and playful to desperate and pleading as I continued to work her gorgeous tits, wondering if she might actually climax from nipple play alone.

"Oh God, please touch my pussy"

Her hoarse whisper dripped with longing as I trailed my right hand down her stomach and slipped my middle finger into her wetness. The gasp that proceeded resonated in my core - a combination of a laugh and a moan that signaled her satisfaction. I kept a steady pace on her left breast as I began gently working her engorged clit. Her lips met mine in a ravenous kiss, and I knew she was close to her release.

Without warning, she bolted up, turning to face me as I lay half-propped against the headboard. "I need you inside me" had barely left her lips before she sat astride me, hand grasping my still-hard cock with an endangered eagerness.

"Babe, no - I'll cum", I objected, but it was too late: she had lined me up and slid to my hilt in one smooth motion, her head lulling back in pleasure as her arms draped around my neck. I leaned in and latched on to her nipple, my hand finding the other one, as she began to move. But the way she moved was unlike any time before.

Usually, she would slide up and down my shaft in long strokes that threw me over the edge almost immediately. Now, she kept me buried deep inside her as she ground her clit against my pelvis. It still felt amazing, but with my cock head buried deep inside her, the stimulation was significantly less and I found that I could actually handle the sensation without blowing my load. Emboldened by this discovery, I began sucking her nipples alternately, tugging at the neglected tit as her pace quickened and her breathing became ragged.

I was incredibly close, and on the verge of telling her so, when she pushed hard against me and froze. The strangled cry that poured out of her was unprecedented, as she began bucking against me in earnest - my cock still buried inside of her, and her nipple clenched gently between my teeth as my hands spread her ass cheeks and I pulled myself deeper inside of her. I screwed my eyes up and tried to focus on anything else as not to unload inside of her.

She rode out her orgasm until the final wave of pleasure had subsided, then collapsed against me, my cock still throbbing inside of her and threatening to burst.

"That was... Oh my god. That was unbelievable" she breathed into my neck, fully limp as I held her tightly against my body. After a minute, she began to stir and climb off of me.

I gripped her hips, forcing her back on top of me, as the sensation struck me full force and told her "I am so close, I don't know how to get out of you". She read my face with a smirk, gently rolling her hips just to watch me panic.

"Meg, stop! I don't have a condom on", I said in a panic.

She placed her hands on my chest and begin to slowly, agonizingly slide off of me while watching my expression closely. She was toying with me, pulling an inch out only to slide half of it back in, then pull off a little farther and repeat. The sensation was unreal, as the cool air hit her wetness on my shaft while my head was still playing at her feverish entrance. My hands clawed at her thighs urgently, and I erupted just as she pulled me fully out of her pussy. She reached down and tugged at my slick cock, milking out every drop of cum as I humped her hand and released my seed across both of us.

She lifted her hand to eye level, a globule of cum stringing from her finger. Continuing her pattern of surprise, she placed a single drop on her tongue while looking intensely into my eyes. With a wink, she wrapped the blanket around herself and went to clean up, leaving me exposed and feeling more accomplished than I ever had in my life.