After Dinner

They push back from the small, circular table in front of the window looking out on their backyard.

Their dishes hold only scant remains of a dinner well-enjoyed.

He grabs his whiskey glass and takes a final sip.

As he finishes, she is next to him. Now on her knees.

She unbuckles his thick leather belt as he watches her. Her small hands unzip his khaki pants.

She rubs her hand over the stretchy cotton that holds his growing member.

She pulls him out, admires his thickness, holds him in both hands.

Her tongue teases his bulging head and he lets out a low moan.

With her tongue, he traces the thick vein running from under the head of his cock all the way down to his body.

Then all the way back up, taking his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue, her lips providing perfect suction.

She takes all of him...all the way down to the base. Back up. Then down. Her hand cupping his balls.

He simply watches her, lets go...relishes the pure pleasure, the moment of bliss.

She looks up at him and their eyes lock.

He places his hands on her head, guides her, slowly... up and down. A bit faster, he's taking her mouth, taking what he wants.

She feels him pulse, feels his energy.

His head grows harder, harder and throbbing and he explodes with a thick coat of semen down her throat, in her mouth. His taste sour, salty, warm.

She looks up at him, his softening cock still in her mouth.

He pulls her up, kisses her.

He takes her hand and leads her to their bedroom.