Twining for Love

Even a quick -- and naughty! -- trip down memory lane with sex on the beach didn't do much for my mood this morning.

Okay, I admit it didn't look like this -- we're not that sexy.
But it sure felt like it!

 

 

The Twining

I was curled up on the bed, blinds drawn and burrowed in the fetal position under a mound of blankets and pillows when Nick came in.

I heard him but chose to ignore him, half hoping he'd just go away and let me be miserable and half hoping he'd do something to snap me out of my funk. Fortunately, he chose the latter.

At first, I was annoyed as I heard him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants. This is no time for sex, I thought grumpily. But that wasn't what he had in mind. He sat down on the edge of the bed and I heard his shoes drop to the floor, followed by the soft thud of his pants and the faint clink of his belt buckle.

The bed shifted again as he stood up and walked to the closet. By this time, I was wondering what he had in mind and was glad it -- apparently -- wasn't going to be a quick slap and tickle. The closet door creaked open and I peeked out from under the covers, like a timid animal too curious to keep from looking for a predator.

Nicky was naked from the waist down, wearing nothing but an old t-shirt. As I watched, he took some sweat pants from the closet and slipped them on. When he turned around, I ducked back under the blanket and pretended I hadn't been watching.

He came back to bed, still having said nothing, and gently lifted the blankets, easing himself in behind my fetal curl. The bed bounced a little as he positioned himself and wrapped his arm and leg gently over me. His face was against the back of my head and I could hear him breathing softly. He snuggled closer and kissed my hair, then moving it off my neck, he kissed that, too. Then he lay back, pressed against me, and held me, lazily letting his right hand rub my hip and thigh, settling comfortably on my waist.

"Bad day?" he whispered.

"Yes."

"Does this help?"

"Yes."

We lay there quietly. I felt the tension and anxiety start to melt away.

"Brownie?" he asked.

"No."

"It's special."

"Maybe just a bite."

I rolled over to face him and he popped a bite of "special" brownie into my mouth. The flavors of chocolate and pot flooded my mouth and a little brownie dribble escaped between my lips. Before I could react, Nick had licked it off my face.

"Eww."

"Not compared to a lot of the things we've done, Nora."

"Well, I suppose that's true."

He looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me, robbing me of a little more of the gooey pot brownie. I pressed up against him and squeezed him tightly. I slipped my upper thigh over his and twined my leg around his, pulling him closer, feeling his penis growing plump against me.

"Really, Nick? Sex?"

"Sorry, it has a mind of its own. Just ignore it."

"I'm not sure I want to."

"Bad mood getting better?"

"Yeah, I think so."

We wriggled out of our clothes and snuggled up again, surrounded by pillows and blankets. It took a little time to get settled, then he began to kiss me gently, just brushing his lips and tongue over my skin. He smelled a little of sweat and sawdust, but then he almost always does and I like it.

His hands quickly got into the game along with his mouth and he gently stroked and caressed my body from head to toe. I reached between us and massaged his penis, which by now was quite hard. I slipped my other leg under him and wrapped both of mine around his, spreading my thighs and pressing my pussy down against his cock.

He didn't thrust himself in, instead letting me slip down, easing him gently deeper inside me. I clenched my muscles, tightening my pussy around him and squeezed rhythmically, our bodies pressed together, hardly moving, until he got closer to orgasm and began to press into me.

It felt like forever, but a good orgasm always seems to stop time. In a tight clench, bodies pressed together, arms and legs entwined, we gave ourselves over to this soft, loving sex. At last I came and the spasms were more than he could withstand. As I was coming down, he shivered convulsively and shot a hot load of cum deep inside me. He softened and started to pull out.

"Wait," I whispered. "Stay in me."

I squeezed my pussy tight on his penis as it began to go soft and held him tightly, feeling the hardness dissipate.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes, much. I don't know which helped more, the sex or the brownie."

"A little of both, probably. At least I hope I had something to do with it."

"I'm sure you're right. After all, you did bring me the brownie."