WITH OR WITHOUT YOU 6

The following chapter contains adult scenes and is rated 15+ so if you are younger please do not read, or if you don't like this kind of thing you have been warned.


It’s Sunday morning, our last weekend together before the Ultimate Tour starts. I wake up and I stretch my arm toward Howard’s side of the bed, but it’s empty. I get up and go down to the kitchen. He’s there making pancakes, his back at me, looking outside the window. I’m leaning against the wall, looking at him as if I am recording the moment inside my brain. He’s listening to his ipod, humming some tune and shaking his hips. I want to touch him so badly. Never had somebody so perfect and sexy before me.
I tiptoe behind him and grab his ass. “WHAT THE..?” he jumps.
“Sorry honey just couldn’t help myself. You’ll be gone soon and I need to store up some quality Howard time”. I push him against the counter and take off his t-shirt with a quick move.
“Hands off me woman! Pull yourself together! Can’t you see? Sexy chef at work. Chocolate chip pancakes, your favorites.”
“I don’t want your damn pancakes. There’s something else I want from you, here and now”, my voice is low, almost a whisper. I’m surprised, never been that straight forward but my senses are taking over, I just want him, my body aches at the thought of making love to him.
He looks puzzled. “Morning yourself”, he seems to enjoy the reversed roles.
I put my finger to his lips shushing him.
I move my hands down his sides and slid my thumbs into his boxers. I moved off of him and slowly pull them off his beautiful hips and ass.
I take back his hands into mine and I roll the base of his fingers between my own. Then my thumbs dent into his palm. I make wing-shapes and stroke the energy down, away from the body. His wrists are next. I use both my hands to wrap around the position, squeezing and stroking. I am not letting him move. My fingers comb the hair on his arm, brushing it. In the meantime I begin to rub my hips into his seductively.
Howard makes faint noises of pleasure. I take my time, enjoying his happiness. I want these moments to last... I maintain the same slow pace through his shoulders and abs.
I lightly bite his ears while my fingers make their way to his nipples. I pinch them lightly between my forefingers and thumbs as I start probing his soft lips with my tongue.
He lets out a primal moan of frustration and pleasure. I allow my tongue to slip in and touch his. This is met by a violent thrust of his hips. I break the kiss, "Someone not much into cooking anymore?" I ask with a mischievous grin. He groans and says something unintelligible.
I kneel down and I lay my lips on his thigh. I exhale on his tender skin and dare a quick taste. He parts his thighs a little and the view is arousing. I work hard not to rush. He twitches a bit and parts of me are twitching, too.
With slow, careful circles, I avoid touching his balls. I let him feel the warmth of my breathing. I tease him this way a little while. He makes incoherent noises and shifts his hips.
I place a single finger on the underside and run it down his length, then around his balls. His erection grows in my hands. I swivel my hand around the tip and caress his balls. He moans and I go down on him. Howard groans now, his eyes closed. He leans back.
Up and down I bob, swirling my tongue around, tasting every inch. The wave of pleasure built fast but I know exactly when to lift my mouth away from him. I look up and meet his eyes. His face is burning with desire and I know it is time.
“Come here, you." He pulls me up by his side. I stand up slowly, running my hands up the outside of his legs, until our lips meet again. We hug and kiss like a couple of hungry teenagers. I nibble on his ear a little bit and run my fingers through his hair.
He unties my bathrobe, his hands shaking. "Just lay down now." It isn’t an order. It has nothing to do with domination – just easing the moment. I smile and happily shrug my shoulders.
“I want you now” and I guide his hips with my hands. Cautiously he lowers his torso between my legs, keeping his weight off of me. "Slowly," I beg, and his entry is exquisite torture. Inch by inch he enters me. I start to whimper and my hips lift of their own accord. The rhythm begins. My vaginal muscles clamp down hard and he groans. One of his fingers finds my clit, making me wiggle and squeal. My back arches and he thrusts into me faster. He puts some distance between us, moving his hips in circular motions as he makes love to me slow and deep. It is driving me insane.
The waves begin to crest and slam into one another. My body goes off. My head shoots back in ecstasy. The steady beat is broken as my hips jump around erratically. He pinches my nipple and a shot of adrenalin rocks through me again. Meaningless syllables jump from our lips. He keeps thrusting into me, again and again. Pleasure rushes through my body. Our hips jerk a last time. He rests his head between my breasts, breathing hard. I hold him firmly inside me.
“I need to go on tour more often” he whispers rubbing my nipple with his thumb.
“Don’t you dare thinking about leaving me” and I hold him tighter.