Digging for Home

Charlie's hands began to roam her lover's body. Her tongue pushed through the man's lips, glancing off teeth and tongue, expecting to sample a substantial portion of her own flavor. Her eyes opened as she found only traces.

Withdrawing her mouth and tongue, she pulled her head away and looked her lover in the eye. "And what did you do with my cum?"

Frank grinned. "What do you think?"

Charlie's mouth gaped for a moment before her lips recovered to form a broad smile. "That was naughty; not saving any to share with me!"

Frank's eyes gleamed as he returned her grin. "I guess I'll just have to go get some more." He started his journey with another kiss on her lips, before moving his mouth to her cheek and then her neck.

The woman's brown orbs grew wide and bright as she felt her man slither down her body, kissing as he went. He lingered to tease her breasts until her hands came to his head and urged him onward. As if banning any additional loitering, she curled her fingers in his hair, exerting a gentle pressure as his mouth moved across her abdomen, his lips leaving a trail of cool moistness, like footprints upon her skin.

Charlie's hips began to squirm as she felt her husband take her hardening member again into the warm moistness of his mouth. A long, low, whimper left her lips as she felt his adoration for her expressed in the most passionate, and personal, of ways.

Charlie brought her hands to her shoulders, hugging her chest as if to fight a sudden chill. "Oh, Frank," she gasped as a shiver gripped her body. "Do you know how long I've waited for you to love me like this? Tell me I'll never have to wait again; tell me you'll take me to heaven like this every night."

In ways superior to words, Frank told his wife he would do just that, for the rest of their days.