STORY: SHARE MASTURBATION

The night was getting old as he sat in the soft blue chair. The cloth covering it felt cool against his skin as he stretched his long legs out before him. Resting his chin on his fist he let his eyes linger on the form lying on the bed across the room from him. 

The moonlight silvered her fair skin and glistened in her hair. The long strands spread out on the pillow like a halo. She wasn't beautiful in the classical sense but he found a deeper beauty in the woman sleeping across the room. Though he rarely told her, she meant much to him. 

He let his eyes wander over her sleep softened features. The oh so straight nose, the one she hated but he really liked privately. To her chin, that could be so firm and stubborn when she was awake. Now the lines were softened. Her lips were slightly parted. He longed to go over and kiss those lips, to drink in the taste that was just hers but he didn't move. 

The moonlight caressed one up flung arm. It was soft, not muscled like his own and he found that arousing in an odd way. He had honestly thought before he came to her bed that he would want a woman who was as toned and health conscious as he was. She wasn't. To her the heart was more important. 

His gaze slowly moved down her arm to the top of her chest and he smiled. The blanket was pulled down on one side. One full breast was exposed. He licked his lips as his eyes strayed to the darker skin of her nipple. The gentle motion of her breathing caused that circle of dusky rose to lift and fall and a cool breeze from the open window caused it to grow hard. 

The sight of that hardness caused an answering one in himself. Not thinking, just reacting he slowly slid his hand down his belly. The sensation of his fingertips on his hot skin brought to mind the feeling of her tongue sliding down his skin and he gasped a little. Closing his eyes he wrapped his fingers about his cock and slowly started to stroke himself. 

It felt good, but not as good as she made him feel. Her small hands had brought him to pleasure not so long ago and he pretended that it was her fingers, not his, stroking his erection. 

***** 

She swam up out of slumber. Something woke her and she lay breathing slowly still, trying to figure out what it was. She repressed a smile as she figured out what had woke her. She opened her eyes to just a slit and drank in the sight across the room. 

Her man, sitting naked as the day he was born, in the chair in the corner. The moonlight that filtered into the room made him seem a god come to earth. His dark head was resting against the back of the chair, his lips parted as his breath came harshly. She could see his eyes wandering hungrily over her form as he stroked a full hard erection. 

In her mind she giggled. He was so turned on by just one breast, it made her feel powerful. Slowly, so as to seem like it was just the movement of her sleeping body, she slid the blanket down so that her other breast was exposed. As he gasped and stroked faster, little grunts coming from his throat she felt moisture forming between her legs. She repressed the urge to rub them together. She didn't want to interrupt his pleasure. 

As he brought himself closer to orgasm she watched, enthralled. He was a handsome man. Tall, strong and muscled, many a woman had desired him and some few had filled those desires. But tonight he was hers. He had told her many sweet secrets and she knew that his elusive heart belonged to her. As she watched him, his body growing slowly more taunt, she realized just how beautiful he was. The pleasure was turning him into a marble statue but one that was warm and breathing. She waited, longing making her own breathing speed up. 

She knew that now he would not notice. Had been in his arms as he came a number of times that night. As the need was taking him over his eyes fell shut and she took that time to slip out of the bed. The blankets slithered silently to the floor and she padded across to kneel between his flung out feet. She watched for a moment more before placing her hands on the arms of the chair and leaning inward, she licked his balls. 

**** 

As he felt a gentle lick on his balls he jumped and his eyes flew open. There between his knees was his lover. She slowly licked him again and he groaned deep in his throat, his hand now moving much faster and his hips started to buck, as his seed spilled out of his fist. He cried out her name and his other hand came down to tangle in her hair. 

She watched his face, entranced and then as he spilled his seed she moved upwards and licked up the thin streams of white. She rocked her own hips in need as she dipped her head and caught the tip of his cock with her lips. She sucked hard, pulling another blast of cum out of him and another moan of pleasure. She tasted his saltiness on the back of her throat and swallowed, licking him clean. 

When he was done she lifted her head and looked up into his dark eyes. He brought both of his hands to rest on her cheeks and pulled her gently upward to kiss her deeply. She gladly followed his hands, moving upward, her breasts dragging across the hair on his legs, causing her nipples to harden more. 

When they broke the kiss, he smiled shyly and she giggled quietly. Neither of them spoke for they didn't need words. He trailed a hand down her breasts, cupping one for a moment and rubbing his thumb over the nub. When her eyes dropped closed his smile broadened and he dropped his hand lower. 

She was kneeling with her legs spread and as he sat forward his long arm trailed down her belly. After a moment his fingers slid through the hair of her mound and dipped inside her wetness. She gasped and tilted her head back. 

He licked his lips and plunged his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, pulling her inward with his other hand. He brought his lips to rest just under her ear and spoke soft sex words to her as he finger fucked her to a shuddering release. As she sagged from the release he pulled his hand free and scooped her up into his arms. 

Standing swiftly, he took the few steps to the bed and lay her down, spreading her legs wide. She looked at him as he gently stroked the inside of her thighs and then he bent down and licked her cunt from bottom to top. Her hips came up off the bed and her fingers this time tangled in his hair. The moan that rose from her throat was more animal like. She wanted more and she knew that he would deliver. 

Grinning into her bush he purred, rumbling deep in his throat. The vibrations that came up through his lips stimulated her even more. She swallowed, trying not to cry out. It was a game that they had played earlier in the evening. He would try to make her moan out his name, to plead for more and she knew that this time she would give in much sooner. His lovemaking was powerful and she had little control left in her. 

Gently kneading the flesh on her inner thighs, he settled down to business. Flickering his tongue softly at first, he slowly pushed the tip between the outer lips of her mound. Instinctively she spread her legs wider and they parted for him. She was slick with the moisture he had caused to flow with his fingers and he lapped it up greedily. She tasted musky yet sweet and totally unlike any other woman he had had. 

To Be Continued...