Through the night

Later Michael would regard that first night as a vivid precursor of things to come, the overture for a grande opera. At the time it seemed like a fulfillment of dream fantasies, a happily exhausting round of voracious sex, dozing and awakening to further delights of Erica's flesh. He surprised himself with his own stamina, reveling in a feeling of male power he had not sensed in years.

After the first frenzied coupling in the hallway they had taken to his bed where her mouth roused him again. This time he entered he more slowly and gently, but still rocking her to an orgasm as loud and vibrant as the first.

Later, she woke him from a light doze, her warm mouth again encouraging him. Unsure if he could respond again, he pulled her up, kissing her deeply before pushing her back on the bed. Lifting her legs, he licked down the inside of her thighs, happily hearing the sudden intake of her breath. His tongue played around her swollen lips, teasing them, scenting the musky sexual aroma of her. She cried out when his tongue parted her, his lips squeezing and sucking her sensitive folds. Her hips rocked, pushing herself against his mouth, her heels pressing against his back, her belly shuddering as she moaned. His hand snaked up her tummy, stroking her, finding her breast and rolling one nipple, tugging it, triggering her orgasm, drowning in the scent of her.

Finding himself eager and erect, he waited until her spasms quietened, then slid forward, pushing her legs up, plunging his cock into her with a deep grunt of pleasure. Holding her helpless he took his joy of her, straining into her welcoming body, hearing her renewed and surprised cries of excitement.

Finally, spent and drained, they slept.