The Play -Complete

I sat on the floor of Alan’s lounge in front of a lit fire, surrounded by empty foil trays, a half-eaten bag of prawn crackers at my feet as I leant against his knees. He was stroking my hair as I looked into the flames.



‘What are you thinking? You’ve been quiet for ages.’ He murmured.



‘I was thinking I could get used to this…’ I glanced up at him shyly. His fingers in my hair were sending delicious shivers down my spine.



‘Me too…’ He smiled at me and I felt my stomach starting to knot a little. This was definitely more than just sex. I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist and rested my head against his chest. Alan bent his head and kissed me lightly on my forehead and I closed my eyes, feeling his body rise and fall with his breathing and his heart pounding beneath me.



‘Let’s go to bed, Alan…’ I whispered against his shirt and I felt his erection twitch beneath me.



‘Good idea…’ He said softly and I looked up at him. His eyes were serious; smouldering like the night we had sex for the first time. He needed this. I pushed myself up using his legs and held my hand out to him. He took it and we walked with our arms draped around each other into his bedroom. Alan switched on the sidelights, which bathed the room in a gentle yellow haze. I noticed the bed was turned back already and looked at him questioningly.



‘It’s laundry day. I have a cleaner.’ He answered as he walked towards me.



‘Such a waste…’ I smiled at him as he lifted my hair from my face and pushed it down my back, stroking my face with his hand.



‘Definitely..’ he murmured before capturing my lips with his and crushing me against his firm frame.



Alan’s hands dropped to my buttocks and he stroked them as I felt his erection pushing gently into the top of my thigh. I started to unbutton his shirt, stroking his chest as I did so with the flats of my palms, feeling his soft skin, warm and silky under my touch. He smelt musky, a mix of sandalwood and something else. Whatever it was, I inhaled it and felt moisture starting to grow between the lips of my pussy and my vagina tightening slowly. Alan found the bottom of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head, dropping it by his feet. I slid my arms under his beneath his open shirt and kissed him deeply as my breasts pushed against lace and his bare skin. Our tongues searched for each other and danced deliciously as I felt Alan search for my hand before pulling me towards the bed. Our lips were still locked as he pushed me downwards and I lay back against the pillow, Alan’s upper body pinning me down as his tongue explored my willing mouth. His lips moved down to my throat and he kissed my sensitive flesh, running his tongue along my neck. He planted small kisses over the top of my cleavage as he cupped my breasts, allowing his thumbs to brush slowly around my pert nipples.



My eyes were closed as he lavished attention on my breasts, licking at my soft mounds through the fabric of my bra and letting his tongue tease my nipples. I let out a small moan, my crotch was soaking and I could feel my vagina starting to spasm. Alan stopped what he was doing and I opened my eyes. He was looking into my face, his eyes soft but unreadable.



‘Do you know how beautiful you are, Carrie?’ He whispered. I smiled, not knowing what to say but feeling warmth in my crotch that had nothing to do with lust. Alan rolled onto the pillow beside me and propped his head on his elbow, using his free hand to caress my breasts as he stared into my eyes. I could feel his heart beating a little faster and reached underneath myself to unfasten my bra. I shrugged my arms out of the straps and let my bra slide off onto the floor. Alan gasped a little and his pupils dilated. His hand resumed its soft massage as he bent to kiss me, taking a nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as I gasped under his lips.



‘God Alan, I hope you know what you’re doing to me…’ I moaned, my hips were starting to move of their own accord and I clenched my legs together, feeling the stiff fabric of my jeans pushing against my throbbing clit.



‘I think I’m learning, don’t you?’ He bent his head and I felt his mouth envelop my nipple, his tongue sliding wetly over my aureole, flicking gently over the pert tip and sending spasms directly to my clit. It felt as if I was going to come and I gasped, feeling wetness cover my crotch. My hips bucked a little as he sucked firmly and with a shudder, I came, pushing my breast firmly into his mouth as I felt him smile against my flesh.



I let my head fall back against the pillow, gasping and feeling a small trickle of come run down my thigh.



‘Jesus…’ I gasped and stared at him in awe ‘that’s a first…’



Alan chuckled. ‘For me too….’ He smiled at me sexily and I felt his hands wander to the waistband of my jeans, unfastening the button and sliding down the zip as he moved his body slowly down the bed and closer to my crotch. His hands went to my hips and slid my jeans slowly down, stopping at my knees and holding my legs in position.



‘That’s attractive…!’ I gasped and Alan grinned, moving further down until his face was in line with my pussy. He took a pointed look and I knew he could see the juices that covered my crotch.



‘Yes, it is…’ He smiled and I flushed a little. Suddenly I felt shy with him and closed my eyes. I gasped as I felt his finger run across the front of my knickers and slowly sliding under the elastic, slipping between my wet folds and dipping into my throbbing vagina. I was tight after my orgasm and I heard Alan sigh a little. He moved his mouth closer to my crotch and planted small kisses along my inner thigh. He snaked out his tongue and licked my labia gently. I instinctively tried to open my thighs to allow him access but my legs were pinned. I felt him smiled against my pussy as he realised I couldn’t move and he slowly pulled my knickers down, revealing a small triangle of hair that shone a little with my come. Without warning he licked the length of my vagina from the tight opening until he reached my clit, letting the tip of his tongue run in small circles around. I jumped a little, still sensitive after my orgasm. Alan grinned and sat up, pulling my knickers and my jeans fully off me and turning me over onto my front. I heard him taking off his clothes, and then felt him kissing the backs of my legs, the crook of my knees and moving slowly up to the tops of my thighs, nuzzling between them and planting kisses on my nether lips gently.



Alan slid himself on top of me, pushing my hair off my neck and kissing me in a spot that always sent tingles down my spine. I could feel his hardness nestled between my buttocks and wriggled my bottom up a little so he slid between my wet thighs. Alan moaned and adjusted himself so his head was just at the entrance of my vagina.



Bending his head to my ear, he kissed me gently.



‘Are you ready?’ He whispered slowly, rubbing the head of his cock in my wetness. I nodded and gasped as he started to enter me from behind. I raised my hips a little to help him gain access. With a quick thrust, Alan slid his thick cock into me and I felt my pussy tighten around him, feeling each throbbing inch.



‘God you feel tight, Carrie…’ Alan gasped, moving his pelvis a little higher, the tip of his cock nudging at my cervix. He raised himself up onto his arms a little and began to thrust into me slightly. Gently I pushed my bottom back and up, forcing Alan onto his knees. I knew he would be able to fuck me deeper and I suddenly wanted him to take me harder. The tender soft stuff was lovely, but I could feel another orgasm building deep inside my vagina and I needed to feel him. I lay with my head on the pillow, my ass in the air, Alan’s long fingers caressing the round mounds and slipping between the crevice of my cheeks as he held his throbbing length inside me. I wanted him to move so I closed me eyes and tightened my pelvic floor, causing the muscles in my tight pussy to ripple against his cock. I felt him jump and buck forwards involuntarily. Taking advantage I pushed backwards and Alan began to move slowly, pulling his glistening cock out to the ridge, then slowly thrusting himself back in again.



‘God Alan, you feel amazing…’ I gasped and moved my hand to the front of my pussy, finding my clit. I began to rub myself gently and moved my hips side to side, causing his throbbing head to brush gently along the edge of my vagina and spreading my juices over his length.



I could hear Alan’s breathing becoming shallow and he started to buck his hips a little, moving faster. He lifted his hand and slapped the cheeks of my ass a little, it stung but felt good and I could sense him stiffening inside me as he began to thrust with more abandon.



‘Fuck… Carrie, I’m so close….’ He moaned and rammed himself deeper into me.



I thrummed myself quickly, pushing my pelvis down so I could feel the ridge of his cock against my g-spot. It felt incredible and I began to throb inside.



‘Oh Jesus…’ I moaned into the pillow ’yes, fucking Yes!’ I cried out and felt myself clamping down on his thick cock.



‘Oh my god!’ Alan grunted and I felt him come, thick, pulsing streams of orgasm which hit my inner walls and sent even more spasms of pleasure through me until I shuddered and collapsed on the bed, Alan following and sprawling on top of me, nether of us able to move.



We lay there for a long while. I could feel come dripping down my thighs and over Alan’s balls, where his soft cock was still nestled tightly inside me, our breathing starting to calm.



I turned my face to where Alan was lying, his forehead resting on the bed, his mouth open and gasping slightly. He looked at me and turned towards me, a small smile on his face.



‘Was that awesome or incredible?’ He asked.



‘Oh god.. Definitely incredible….’ I grinned.



‘Thank god for that.’ He grinned back at me.



‘Now we just need to aim for earth shattering and I think we’re there…’ I said.



Alan looked at me aghast and pulled a pillow over my head as he moved from his comfortable position and started to tickle me. I creased up, pulling my knees to my stomach as I screamed in protest.



‘No!!! Stop it!!’ I laughed. ‘I was joking….’



Alan took the pillow away and looked at me. ‘You can sleep on the wet patch…’ he grinned, and leaned forward, turning out the light.









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