The night before he fucked me until I fell asleep, arms and legs splayed across wet sheets, his cum dripping down my thighs.
We woke up slowly the next morning, groggy and stiff. The room smelled of sex, our bodies still sticky in post-coital bliss.
The sounds of little boys playing down the hall barely penetrated our fog.
I wrapped my arm around him, stroking his crinkly chest hair, kissing his shoulders. He murmured his pleasure. Neither of us was ready to face the day.
Turning, he pulled me into his arms, curving his body around mine. My ass nestled against him. I could feel the tell-tale twitches of his growing desire. His fingers plucked at my still sensitive nipples, causing me to writhe in his arms.
Without a word, he pushed my torso forward, forcing my back to arch and my ass to jut out in a familiar position. He threw my satin and lace nightshirt over my hips, exposing my cunt. I felt his cock nudging, seeking entry. I threw one leg over his hips to give him better access. Slowly, he slid his cock into my body as we laid in bed.
I gripped the edge of the bed. I exhaled with each thrust, a lustful panting that was barely audible. Lying on our sides, I felt the heat from his hands as he caressed my back. He stroked my hair as he lazily fucked his pussy.
Shrieking from the hallway outside our bedroom didn’t deter us.
In and out, in and out, I could hear the slurping grasp of my body. I buried my face in the sheets and breathed gulping breaths.
His thrusts became more urgent. He began to fuck me faster. I felt his body tense as his breathing deepened, punctuated by quiet growls emanating from the back of his throat.
One hand gripped my shoulder, holding me in place as he slammed into my pussy one last time. He growled softly as he came hard. He released me, and we collapsed on the bed.
I smiled knowing my slick thighs were covered in his seed for the second time in eight hours. The boys continued to laugh and giggle as they played never knowing the grown-ups played too…in complete silence.