Midnight Talks

I was lying on my husbands childhood bed, in the bedroom he grew up and became a man in. We were up late into the night talking, something we haven't done in a very long time. Facing each other, we lay there talking, his arms around me, mine around him.

When the conversation had lulled I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Certain the talk was coming to an end, I repositioned myself for comfort and pulled the blankets up beneath my chin. I felt the light touch of his hand trailing up my thigh and stopping between my legs, placing his hand inside my panties. He noticed right away the bare skin of my pussy and commented how soft I felt. I smiled and teased that he should pay more attention.

Kneeling before me he pulled my panties off and leaned down. He licked my pussy, barely inserting his tongue. I moaned at the sensation, tingly and wet, so nice. I wanted so much more. He inserted his tongue as I entwined my fingers into his hair, lifting my hips out of need for him. I moaned again, this time louder, I couldn't stop myself. I came with his face buried between my legs, my hips lifted from the bed, and my hands gripping his hair.

My scent was thick on him, I tasted my cum on his lips when he kissed me. He told me he liked the new putty and asked me if I could keep it for a while. I told him I would, just for him.