Randy had his back against the headboard and his hands on my ass. I was sitting on his lap and rocking against him with my thighs squeezing his thighs. We moved together, his cock deep in my pussy.

I exhaled slowly, holding his shoulders as I moved up and down. Every motion mashed my clit against his body, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

He brought his thumb down to the top of my slit. He pushed on the little nub of flesh he found there, and I hummed an improvised tune that let him know how good it felt.

I kissed him, biting his lower lip as he pressed my clit again and then rubbed a hard circle over it until I sighed.

I moved faster and then faster still, building to a climax. My pussy was tight around his cock, and he jerked up under me, thrusting deep. He stroked me as I rocked atop him.

I bit his shoulder as I came, and he pushed me back until I flopped on the bed.

“That’s not all. We’re not done yet,” he said.

Our lazy Sunday afternoon was turning out to be a very pleasant day. The TV played softly in the background, some kind of crowd cheering for some kind of sports team.

He didn’t give it a moment’s notice.

Instead, he eagerly spread my legs apart and moved down between them. His lips trailed along my inner thigh, and I did a chaotic dance. It felt good, it tickled, and I couldn’t decide how I felt about it all.

He used his teeth then, biting me in a line from the top of my thigh to my knee.

I grabbed his hair, tugging none too gently as I breathlessly — and halfheartedly — protested, “That hurts. That hurts!”

But it didn’t. Not entirely.

Pleasure coursed through me, and I moved my hips impatiently. He read the motions of my body and pushed his thick fingers inside my pussy.

“It might hurt, but it feels like you like it.”

Randy flexed his fingers, and I couldn’t help myself. I groaned with helpless abandon.

When I did that, he knew he had me. He lowered his warm mouth to my pussy and kissed it with a dramatic smack.

I laughed, bouncing around on the bed. He pushed his forearm onto my lower belly, holding me in place so I couldn’t move as easily. That excited me, and it showed because he growled, “You’re getting wetter.”

Feeling silly, I shouted, “Lies!” But he wasn’t lying. I was getting wetter. I could feel it.

Tonguing me gently, he held me steady. Finally, I stilled. My thighs fell open, and my eyes slammed shut.

“Something tells me this is a big hit with you,” he said, jamming his fingers inside me and flexing them before thrusting them in and out rhythmically. At the same time, he lapped at me in the perfect rhythm, and I moaned.

“That moans says I’m not wrong.”

I moaned once more because he drove his fingers deep again.

My legs trembled, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. We’d been together long enough that he could read my motions, my sounds and even the way my mouth moved when we were fucking.

Randy tongued whirls around my clit and then paused to suck it. Then he did nothing for a few beats, making me squirm and groan with frustration. Finally, he settled his mouth over my clit and sucked hard enough that I let out a whoop as I came.

“That was quite a cowgirl sound,” he said looking up at me.

He blew a soft breath across my pubic hair. My muff was fairly short, but it seemed to ripple from his breath.

“You know, just once, you should shave it bare. We can compare — see if it feels better when I eat your pussy with it shaved or not.”

I shook my head and said, “I doubt there’s a difference.”

He blew again, and I shivered. His breath cooled my hot skin. It turned me on all over again.

“We’ll never know, I guess.”

I moved to kiss him. I grabbed his still hard cock in my hand, giving it a few hard tugs. He groaned into my mouth, his tongue darting this way and that.

I lowered my mouth to his hard-on and sucked him in. I drew on his cockhead alone for just a moment. He tangled his hand in my hair and guided my head down until my lips brushed the base of his cock.

Cupping his balls, I sucked him slowly. It was Randy’s turn to squirm.

When his fingers tightened in my hair, I sped up my tempo. He came with a rough grunt and a thrust of his hips.

I lapped at him, making him jump and laugh and hiss until he gently pulled me away.

“Go get in the shower, woman. Then we’ll make dinner, take a walk maybe, watch a movie,” he said.

I walked to the bathroom enjoying the chilled hardwood floor beneath my feet.

The bathroom filled with steam as the water heated. I stepped directly into the spray and let it run freely over my head and down my breasts. It kissed my lower belly and ran down the mound of my sex. I looked down at myself, considering his earlier suggestion.

I washed my hair and body, mulling it over. Then I figured:What the hell. I grabbed a razor and the soap. Excitedly, I lathered up and started to draw the blade down over my mound, removing one strip of hair at a time.

When I was pretty much bare, I soaped up again and did one more swipe.

“Let’s see how he feels about this,” I whispered to myself.

Wrapped in a towel to hide my surprise, I scurried to the bedroom. I grabbed the lotion like any other day and started to slather it on my skin as he reclined on the mattress.

I walked up to the side of the bed and let the towel fall.

“Well, there you go,” I said. “What do you think?”

He glanced at me and did a double take. He reached out, fingers grazing my now smooth and bare mound.

I watched as his fingers parted me and pinched my labia gently.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured.

He kept his gaze pinned to mine as he slid his fingers along my folds. He found my slit, and I was instantly wet all over again.

Randy pushed a finger inside me. When my body flexed and gripped him, he gleefully added a second finger.

“Let me get a closer look,” he said. He pulled his fingers free of me and held out his hand. I took it and lowered myself onto the bed.

The intensity of his eyes on me reawakened my horniness.

My skin was still hot from the shower, but it got even hotter despite the mild chill in the room.

He rolled onto his belly, pinning me with his forearms as he used his fingers to pry my pussy lips apart, opening me fully.

He stroked me with a gentle touch, and when his fingertip found me wet, he plunged his digit back inside me. Then his tongue was on me, gently touring my hot flesh as his finger moved in my pussy.

I responded instantly. The sensations felt so much more intense. Was it the raciness of going completely bare for him? Was it just my imagination?

Either way, it was heavenly.

He suckled my clit. I jolted, my muscles going rigid. A laugh escaped me, and I shivered. He did it again. And then again. He sucked my nub until another orgasm shook me, and then he was over me, staring down.

“I like the new look. I think it’s hot. Hotter than hot.”

Then he plunged into me again, his cock as hard as if we hadn’t done anything at all earlier.

I wrapped my legs around him, loving the feel of his pelvic bone banging my tender clit every time he thrust into me.

“So good,” he whispered in my ear.

His body was flush with mine. We were hot and moving together. I gasped and flexed, my pussy tight around his thrusting dick. His movements were growing more frenzied, and I could tell he was seconds away from climaxing — and so was I.

My body was already riding a high from my previous orgasms, so it was fairly easy to tip myself over into another — and I did.

“I guess I’ll go shower. Again,” I said shortly after we finished.

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at all,” I replied, pinching his nipple. “Not even a little.”

On Monday morning, I went for a run, while he was on a conference call in our home office. The weather was brisk but sunny. One of those days I feel glad to be alive and mobile and breathing fresh air.

There was just a hint of spring on the horizon.

I walked the neighborhood to lower my pulse, taking my time. I liked to give Randy his privacy when he was working.

But the wind soon picked up, and I got chilly, so I jogged home at a lazy pace and snuck past the doorway to the office. Upstairs, I stretched for a few minutes and kicked off my sneakers.

“Hey there,” Randy said from the doorway.

I turned to find him playfully ogling my ass.

“Hey, yourself,” I said.

“Turn around,” he said. “I heard you sneak in. I saw you as you went past.”

“OK,” I said.

I placed my hands on my hips and faced him. He whistled softly, licking his lips.

“What’s that about?” I asked.

“Bare pussy in skintight leggings, so fucking hot,” he said.

I looked down and then laughed as I said, “You’re a sleazy goober.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just too hot.”

He came toward me and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my leggings, tugging me forward.

Randy slowly worked the stretchy pants down over my hips, pushed them down to my knees, but left them there. Sort of binding me in place. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and leaned in to give me a nibble.

“Don’t you want me to shower first?”

“Nope,” he said. “Just let me do this.”

He licked my clit until I thought I’d die. My pussy throbbed with arousal, and my pulse beat steadily in my ears. I held his shoulders as he knelt there, licking me nearly to climax.

Then he sat back on his haunches, looking up at me.

“Now, how about we remove these leggings.”

I stepped out of them as he helped me, and then he stood. He led me to the bed and lowered me onto the mattress.

“Spread those legs, chicky,” he said.

I let my legs fall open, wanton and wanting.

“Finish me off, Randy,” I said.

“Say please.”

“Finish me off, Randy. Pretty please with a pussy on top.”

He raised an eyebrow at me before lowering his mouth and licking my cunt. The whole time he kept his gaze locked with mine. There was something supremely sexy about that — his eyes on my eyes as I rocked my hips upward.

He blew on my clit, and I hummed. I rocked my hips up again. He traced patterns on my clit as he continued to watch me. I watched him right back, pinching my nipples between my fingertips as he ate my pussy.

“You know that drives me nuts,” he said against my wet slit. Then he drew on my clit and gave it a little nip.

“You know that drives me nuts,” I replied.

“I do.” So he did it again.

He worked my pussy with his lips and teeth until I was grabbing his hair and yanking it.

He rolled me to the side slightly and swatted my ass.

“Ow!” I squealed in mock protest.

“Hair pulling is a no-no,” he said.

“Since when?” I tugged it again, and he smacked me again.

My cunt pounded with excitement.

He grabbed my ass and went to town, eating my pussy with a vengeance. I forgot about pulling his hair or anything else.

I lay there, reveling in the pleasure and coming with a sudden cry. I hadn’t even caught my breath when Randy growled, “Get on your hands and knees.”

I rolled onto my belly and got up on my knees. I reared back, stretching and teasing all at once.

He exhaled loudly and pushed his fingers into my pussy from behind. I rocked back to take them, relishing the feel of his digits probing me.

I yelped when he bit my shoulder.

“I bet you thought we’d been together too long to get each other all riled up like this.”

“Oh, no. I didn’t. But I like it.”

I felt his fingers slide free of me and then he ran his cock along my soaking wet slit.

Goose bumps broke out along my chest where not long before I’d been sweaty. My nipples pebbled as he grabbed my hips and squeezed me hard.

Randy rocked into me, and I rested my head on the mattress, listening to the magical sound of us moving together.

He reached under me and found my clitoris with his fingertip. He pressed it. Just once. Like a promise. Then he moved his hands away again.

I pushed back against him wildly, forcing his dick deeper into me. My ponytail hung down in my face.

I reached down and smacked my mound. That sudden impact rocked me, and I heard him say, “Do it again.”

I did it again and again until I felt swollen and tight. Then I stroked my fingers over my clitoris. I pinched it between my fingertips and then went back to soft supple strokes.

His fingers did a tour of my ass cheeks. He skated his fingertips over my lower back.

I hummed softly, pushing back and chewing my lower lip as I got closer to coming.

Randy started fingering my back hole, pressing softly against it but not quite penetrating me. He was gentle until I relaxed, and then his touch grew harder.

I worked my clit faster and faster until I could hardly stand it anymore.

“I’m going to come,” I said. “Soon. Like very soon.”

“Go ahead. Whenever you want. Whenever you need, baby girl.”

“And you?”

“Not yet.”

I didn’t argue with him. I couldn’t argue with him. I was too far gone for that.

He upped his tempo, knowing how close I was. His hand closed over my wrist as I stroked myself. I knew he could feel every motion. That knowledge made the moment that much hotter.

I slammed back, shut my eyes and felt his cock stretch me as he pushed deeper.

“Coming, coming, coming,” I chanted as I climaxed. As if he needed me to tell him. As if he couldn’t feel the wet rippling of my pussy around his shaft.

I pushed my forehead against the mattress and rested for a moment.

“Get on your back, lover,” he said.

He pulled out of me and gently pushed me to my side. I was beyond relaxed, feeling warm and stretchy from the inside out.

Randy lowered himself to me and kissed me. His mouth was soft on mine. He licked my tongue then nibbled my lower lip until I shivered.

His cock slid along the split of my sex, moving along the outer lips. He was gliding slow and easy along my smooth, slick skin.

“You feel so good.”

“You feel pretty good yourself.”

He pinned my hands above my head and continued to drag his cock along my pussy lips.

Finally, he grunted. He’d tired of his own game.

I spread my legs and let him slide into me. He rocked into me gently at first, but when I thrust up to meet him, he grew more eager and fucked me faster.

I struggled against his grip because I knew it turned him on. I felt his cock jerk inside me, which gave me a little thrill.

“That’s it,” I said. “Fuck me.”

He growled softly, and I said it again, “Fuck me. Faster. Harder. Come in me.”

He shook his head.

“No?” I responded, pushing up to take him. My belly was sweaty, pressed against his.

“No,” he said. “I’m coming on your pretty shaved pussy.”

I grinned, finally understanding.

I craned my neck and kissed him. He squeezed my wrists roughly, and his hips pistoned faster and faster.

“I’m going to come soon, baby.”

I nodded and murmured, “Yes. Come on me. Coat me with your cream.”

He groaned like a dying man and pulled free of me so suddenly I heard the slick withdrawal.

He pushed my thighs wide, looking over me on his knees. His big hand worked his cock as his eyes stayed locked on my cunt. I decided to make the moment even better for him.

I slowly parted my pussy lips with my fingers and spread them, so he could see my pert little clit.

I stroked it slowly, flicking it a few times. He exhaled mightily, and his hand was a blur on his erection.

I bucked my hips up, licked my lips and watched him masturbating over me.

I pinched my clit again, and he cried out as he climaxed. His pearlescent come splashed my shaved sex, warm and sticky on my skin. His breath was ragged, his face flushed. He gave himself one more squeeze and shuddered above me.

Then he was dropping to the mattress and said, “I don’t know why you went out for a run.”

“What? Why?”

“What we just did, that was way more than a workout.”