“Oh, someone is glad to see me, I think!” and she continued crawling until she was astride him, her plump nipple at his lips, then as she kissed him, only the tip of her tongue going into his mouth, she rocked her hips so that her wet pussy was rubbing his cock. In a minute he was hard enough so that she could hold him and push the head in, then settle back and with the sensation of her warmth and wetness he became fully hard and drove in, and they were fucking . . . slowly, lovingly, kissing and murmuring, her strong shapely legs around his, her ankles locked behind his knees, her head back, his hands gripping her wrists beside her head, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” until first Aurora and then Sandro came, her orgasm bringing on his, and lasting until both were still, panting, a soft chuckle from Aurora.

During the night Aurora awoke, wondered for a moment where she was, then felt the warmth of Sandro’s body against her, so different than Dan’s, unfamiliar. She lay beside him, gently fondling his soft cock, then slipped beneath the sheet that covered them, sucked him into her mouth, her fingers caressing his chest, her fingernail scratching his nipple. Soon he was awake, but groggy from the excitement of the evening. He lay there, groaning softly as Aurora sucked him, softly, relishing the texture and stiffness of his manhood, until Sandro pulled her on top of him, spreading her legs to eat her pussy again, licking gently, probing with his fingers and tongue; they were like old lovers now, nicely acquainted with each other’s likes and wants. Sandro came, Aurora swallowing as the spurts splashed against her tongue, then licked him until he was empty and satisfied. She came up to him, nestled against him, purring like a kitten full of milk.

“Aurora, you didn’t . . . “, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, I feel wonderful; I’m saving it for later. I want something special from you in the morning.”

– – 5 – – –

Aurora opened her eyes, the early morning sunlight having replaced the magical moon beams of the previous night. Looking with dismay at the empty space on the bed beside her she could hear water running, so she padded, naked, on bare feet, into the bathroom, finding Sandro shaving, his jaw covered with the remnants of the thick fragrant white cream. She kissed the back of his shoulder, her hand resting affectionately on his hip, watched silently the mirrored image for a moment, then peed, feeling very erotic to be doing it as he watched and listened, the tinkle of her flow musical in the otherwise quiet apartment.

“Aurora! I didn’t want to awaken you, you were so beautiful sleeping there, that angelic smile on your naughty lips.” He rinsed his face, pulled her to him, kissed her, his hands on her ass, massaging the tight buns. She pressed her body against his, wriggling her hips as his fingers dug in, groaning as her tongue found his again.