Renaissance of the Heart - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 2

... plaintive tones. I stretched out my legs and unraveled myself, prostrating my body and then bringing myself forwards, until I was half crouched between her legs. I placed my hands on her knees and looked up into her eyes, as my lips planted kisses inside the feather-soft skin of her thighs. My hand strayed between my legs, feeling the wetness that was developing as my lips left butterfly kisses along the length of her legs. Her pussy was almost within kissing distance, ruby red petals barely hiding the moisture that was waiting for my tongue. I stretched out my arms, walking my fingers ‘like a teddy bear’ along her tummy as my nose probed her labia, ploughing a little furrow for my tongue to follow. Elizabeth’s breathing quickened – I heard her gasp in time with my delving tongue, as I lapped along the length of her moist vulva. Her hands met mine and we interlocked our fingers, at the same time as she folded her legs around me. I paused to look at her, my lips glazed with her juices and she licked her lips. I edged around counter clockwise, lapping and kissing between her legs and around her sexy pubic mound. Her hand grasped at my leg as I was turning, pulling my bottom half towards her, until I had completely straddled her chest. I could feel her shuffling beneath me, as I attacked her pussy from the opposite direction. Suddenly I was indulging on Elizabeth’s sweet pudenda and having my own pussy licked at the same time. I was aching and horny, wet and excited in a way I ...

... hadn’t felt for ages. It was as if Elizabeth had pushed every button I had. I was prepared to give myself to the moment, to give her the best oral sex I knew how. I knew my drizzling dew box would be amply rewarded by her loving tongue. Elizabeth gave me orgasm after orgasm, making me tremble right down my toes. We kissed and cuddled, rolling on the bed in passionate love snuggle. The sleepiness induced by our love-making had led us both into a dreamy snooze, where the sheep were counting clouds and the cows were made of Turkish delight. Eventually, it was the aroma of my lasagne, which lured us away from the bedroom. I had cooked it slowly and it came out of the oven with the cheese bubbling over the dish. “It’s my special recipe,” I hope you like it,” I said, as I served up the meal. “I’m sure it’s perfect.” “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone… with the painting.” “Why do you say that? The lasagne is really good.” “Thanks. I’m just saying. I don’t want you to think I’m neglecting you.” “I’d never think that, Cindy.” I took a long drink of my wine, as I collected my thoughts. “I thought I could do this, now I’m not sure.” “You thought you could do what?” asked Elizabeth. “The sex without the feelings. All the lovey stuff.” “The connection and affection?” “Yes, I mean you start out thinking you can put something in a little box, with a label and everything. But…” “Are you going all mushy on me, Cindy?” “Maybe. Well philosophical maybe.” “I’m happy. Are you happy?” “Of course I ...