BEDROOM SCENE (INSPIRED BY NIZANA)

When, at last, we were naked together, we touched what up to then we had not yet seen of each other with wondering, wandering hands. His dwelt for a few arousing moments upon the breasts that had nourished my daughter and did please my past husband when we conceived her, then one slid gradually downwards until he was cupping my mound, wetting fingers in my response, playfully kissing an erected teat in his stoop.  
   
The hardness of his own awakening to me unfolded inescapably, brushing my thighs. Reverting to my own type, I gently but surely drew his hands off me. He did not resist as he watched my golden topped head nod towards it, then see me fall on my knees and my needs, taking his manhood between my lips.  
   
My tongue rolled and sucked as he continued to erect, until the first salty taste that heralded more to come from deep within him.    
   
I rose again to my feet, kissed his lips with his taste still on my tongue. He re-embraced me while playfully wrestling tongues, then moved us both onto the open bed where he sank his encouraged need into the welcoming response of my inner thighs.    
   
I was transported to night-brightening heights when we climaxed together. After talking, we slept, I allowed him to die into me.