Can we go inside and warm up?

You kiss Pierre passionately and rub you hand down his firm chest. When it reaches the bottom you feel something bump your wrist, and discover he's hard and ready again. You're not thinking about your husband, you're not thinking about what time it is. You're thinking that it feels a little chilly out now, and you know the perfect thing to warm you up. You whisper in Pierre's ear, 'Can we go warm-up inside?' His makes a low rumble of accent and excitement in the back of his throat, and then stands, naked and glorious with water running off his body reflecting in the golden flickering light. The sight of him almost takes your breath away. You stand up too, and that literally does take your breath away as a slight breeze plays over you wet body. You huddle against Pierre and he puts his arm around you. Holding you close as you head inside.

He grabs you a towel and flips a switch on the wall that starts a fire in the fireplace. You stand in front of it on the raised hearth and huddle under your towel for a moment while he walks up, drying himself with his towel. You're still wearing the skimpy whit bikini that he gave you, and as you dry off you see his eyes wandering all over your body. He steps up to you, standing on the floor so he's only a little taller than you, and takes the towel from your hand, tossing it away, then puts his hand on the side of your neck and pulls you in for a long, hot kiss. Your tongues touch and the kiss becomes wetter and more urgent as you close your eyes and lose yourself for a second. Pierre presses against you and his other hand roams across your skin. It finds the side ties on the bikini and deftly pulls them lose. You work your hands down Pierre's flanks and slide his trunks down so the puddle around his feet on the thickly carpeted floor. He steps out of them, the sudden space between your bodies allow your bottoms to fall wetly on the hearth.

He takes your hands in his, then lifts them over your head and turns you around. He rests your hands up on the mantle, then you feel his long, rock-hard shaft resting between your butt cheeks. You realize with his height and your more petite stature the raised hearth puts you at the perfect height. You step your legs out to the sides slightly and tilt your hips back to open yourself up to him. You feel the warmth of the fire beating on your face and torso as he rubs his large head back and forth, back and forth between your legs. He undoes the strong on your swimsuit top and takes it off. Your breath is coming faster as he keeps rubbing you. You move one hand down and cup it under his head, pushing him up into you, so each stroke forward grazes across your clit. You're getting so excited now that you look down and see shiny wetness on his cock when it protrudes between your legs. His big strong hands explore your body, roving over you back, around your sides, grasping your hips and cupping your breasts. You feel little sparks of pleasure when he drags his fingers around and across your nipples erratically, almost like he doesn't mean to.

One of his hands leaves you and you feel him reposition behind you, then there's pressure on your entrance and you rock your hips, trying to be as open as possible for him. With a gasp you feel the head squeeze in. It's very tight, and you're dreading the next part where you expect him, like most guys you've been with, to try to push his whole cock into all at once. You know your husband always says he does that because he can't stay hard very well if he's not inside you. Pierre doesn't do that though. He stays there with just the head in, patiently letting you adjust and rocking just the slightest bit back and forth. His erection is rock solid and unwavering, and you realize this is something you could get used to. Sex without any worry or pressure. No rushing; just pleasure, a big, thick, veiny source of pleasure, there for the taking.

Slowly Pierre works his way inside you with tiny strokes slowly getting bigger and longer and deeper. You feel very full as he goes, but you've also never felt pleasure this constant and intense before. It feels almost like you're right on the edge of an orgasm, just constantly about to tip over as he works his thick shaft into you. You start to recognize other new feelings outside of just the bigness of him. You can feel his thick foreskin every time he changes direction give you a little extra sensation. You can start to feel the veins and ridges that cover his shaft, and you can't imagine anything better. He's not fully inside yet and you're already gasping and moaning. It takes a few minutes, but suddenly you feel his abs and hips press up against your backside and realize you've taken him fully. Right as you feel that sense of accomplishment, and he takes his first full stroke in and out of you, your orgasm hits you.

It's cataclysmic. After all that build-up and excitement you're unprepared for the earth-shattering pleasure that you feel. Your legs turn to jelly and you feel Pierre holding you up, and he calmly strokes into you in time with your surging orgasm. He talks softly to you as you cry out, gently holding you close to him and letting you ride your way through your orgasm. He seems to understand that it's quite an experience. He slides out of you, then picks you up and lays you down on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace. He lies besides you and just lets you relax for a minute. It doesn't take you long to look down at his unwavering erection and decide you need to do something about that. You roll over on and throw your leg over him, sitting astride, then you lift up and guide him in.

Your extremely wet now, in fact you don't remember ever being this wet naturally. It's a wonderful warm honey-like consistency; slick and just a little bit viscous. He slowly slides in now with no discomfort, just a wonderful fullness, and so much sensation as your lower yourself fully until you sit on his hips. You sit perfectly upright and look into his light green eyes as you start rocking you hips back and forth, squeezing him tightly inside you on each upstroke. He lets out a grunt the first time you do it, and you feel his hips flex upward involuntarily. You keep it up, increasing your pace slightly, and getting a little wilder with you hip movement. He's not like some husbands you could name where if you get just a little too wet, or raise yourself just a little too high, he falls out, sweet man that he is. Pierre never has to worry about that, and right now neither do you.

You lean forward and put your hands on his chest, your pace accelerating. This was supposed to be for Pierre, but as you start pushing on his chest to really thrust yourself down on him you realize you're going to be just a little bit greedy. You start gasping in time to your thrusts, and then let out a squealing 'oh fuck. oh fuck. oh FUCK! OH!' as you come once more. This one might be better than the last one, you can't be sure, but you collapse onto Pierre's chest as your hips keep moving of their own accord. Pierre wraps his arms around you and holds you close, then gently and slowly rolls over with you, so now you're lying on your back and he's above, still deep inside. He kisses you with lust in his eyes as he starts slowly and deliberately stroking in and out of you. Your legs automatically wrap around him and your hands grab his muscular ass, pulling him into you.

He continues like this for some time, changing the his angle and speed occasionally, based on what kind of response you're giving. You're perception fuzzes during this. It's like you're in a different plane, where time doesn't mean anything. You know it's good sex when afterward you can't even count up the number of orgasms you had. Was there one? two? maybe three? before the big finish? You can't be sure. But you know you had one last Big One because it was simultaneous with Pierre's. He was going fast and deep and hitting you in just the right spot. You'd only ever found your G-spot with your husband once in ten years, you think, maybe. With Pierre you were sure. He was right on it just implacably thrusting away and you were lost in another screaming orgasm when he finally cried out your name and start filling you with warmth.

You both lay together in the middle of the living room floor, a sweaty mess, for what seems like along time. You almost drift off to sleep you're so exhausted and drained. Then Pierre gets up tries to help you stand, but your legs are too weak and you feel a little dizzy. He catches you and cradles you as you cling to him, then carries you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his king size bed and tucks you under the blankets, then climbs in and spoons beside you as you both drift off to sleep.