Lovemaking Too Impossibly Brilliant To Put Into Words, But I’ll Try ~ Angela Goodnight

Angie's Lotus EuropaThursday was one of those extra special days. We took the Europa and drove down the coast to Padstow where we were booked into the Seafood Restaurant (you have to book months in advance sometimes). The way to get around that is to book a room and Peter got us one of the best, facing out over the harbour.

I do love my Lotus. Normally, during the winter we keep it shut up in the garage to prevent salt causing damage when it is thrown up off the road, but we’ve had so little frost and ice this winter that I took it out of mothballs.

Angie's Lotus EuropaThe biggest problem with the Europa is getting into it when you are our age. Peter has real trouble getting his head in under the arch. I’m not too bad, but get a twinge in my back if I don’t get in very gingerly indeed.

It is a lovely car to drive, with its tiny steering wheel and short stick shift, especially along the bending Cornish roads. It is so responsive, impossibly low to the ground and you feel it is glued to the road. Wonderful.

[Warning: Peter has found one or two animated gifs on the web to accompany this story. If you don’t like seeing the sex act you might want to not read the rest of this story.]

We checked-in early afternoon because we always like to make love in the afternoon when we’re eating out as, after the aperitifs, the meal, the wine, the dessert and the liqueurs we are in no fit state. It is not just the alcohol, but the amount of food as we tend to eat quite small meals at home and the Seafood Restaurant is far too good to not partake of all the courses.

We unpacked our overnight bags and then began the time-honoured pursuit of stripping each other out of our clothes. Peter had taken a tablet and by the time he was down to his boxers, Zebedee was clearly rigid and ready for action. I do love his penis and while he is caressing my hips, sides and breasts I am squeezing and stroking his shaft and delicately touching his glans. The noises he makes tells me exactly how good it is for him.

As I said in the heading, this was an impossibly brilliant lovemaking. It is always good, but sometimes there is a surplus of emotion which accompanies the act and this was one of the finest examples.

We waltzed around the bedroom, keeping clear of the window as we hadn’t drawn the drapes. Zebedee was rubbing against me nicely as we moved and his hands had taken the most firm grip of my buttocks, pulling me against him.

By pure coincidence (!) we ended up with me backed up against the bed. I twisted out of his arms and jumped to the middle, raised my knees and opened my thighs while he kneeled between my feet and began to crawl on all fours up towards me.

Anticipation is such a marvellous addition to sex. I knew what he was going to do. He was going to kiss me from my mons, all the way along my stomach, between my breasts and up to my lips at which point Zebedee would be in the perfect position for that tiny forward thrust into my body. I was so looking forward to it, my cheeks already glowing, my breathing erratic, my vulva engorged and ready.

His tongue ran slowly, pressing between my lips as it made its way up to my clitoris, which it exposed and flicked a couple of dozen times. Wow. Then his lips pressed hard against my mons and gave tiny warm, moist kisses on their travels to my navel which his tongue circled and delved into. Now his kisses trailed up the rest of my abdomen, taking diversions to each of my breasts and working on them until each was giving directions towards the ceiling. How is it that the gentle sucking of a nipple produces such a warm sexual sensation so quickly, but now his lips and tongue were on my neck, chin and finally my lips.

[The images are, of course, not of us, but we hope they give a flavour of our lovemaking experience.]

The wonder of sexual penetrationHe gave me tiny kisses along each lip, left and right, right and left, lifted his head and our eyes met. Oh God, how I wanted him. He looked at my lips, I opened them, his descended in their warm moistness and at the same instant Zebedee pushed slickly and deeply into my vagina.

Feeling him in your bodyOh, oh, oh, the motion, the opening, the filling, the occupying and the stillness as he reached his limit and I contracted my muscles around him to hold tightly, my arms also circling him and gripping his back, my legs rising and crossing behind his bum. Hold him there. Don’t let him move. Keep Zebedee as deep as possible within me. It is my favourite part of beginning to make love. Him possessing me. Being taken is such a joy. Having no control over what he is going to do to me, but knowing that if it is good for him then it will also be good for me. Being able to relax and enjoy the experience.

The wonder of sexual penetrationHis movements began, slow, deliberate, withdrawing to the very entrance and sliding delightfully back along my length and again and again and again and I never, ever want it to stop.

Our lips parted and our cheeks were hard against each other. He told me he loved me and I swear I felt a mini-orgasm at his words, as I held him even tighter, digging my fingers into his back and squeezing his bum fiercely with my thighs.

Those delightful strokes went on and on and on and I shouted my love for him as my vagina exploded with contractions. One, three, five, ten, fifteen. I felt every single spasm and so did he as he told me he loved me as he deliberately thrust inwards on alternative constrictions.

Now I was exhausted. I could no longer link my feet behind his body so I pulled my thighs upwards to flop either side of his torso. My arms slid down his flanks to hold my legs in position and I closed my eyes to concentrate on feeling his pleasure.

Knowing he is about to cumOur rhythmic motions continued for at least another fifteen minutes, giving me another two smaller climaxes, before his movements slowed, he told me he was coming and I did my best to relax my vagina as we always found that best for his climax.

The thrusts slowed almost to a standstill, but had become deeper and deeper, holding at the furthest extent for longer each time. His breathing had become more rapid, his hands gripped my shoulders like shackles and he said, “Oh, Angie, Angie, Angie.”

I felt the kick of his ejaculation at the very root of his penis as it flooded along a channel far too small to carry its volume and emptied into me. My relaxed vagina instantly gripped him in another orgasm so that his sex was pumping while my sex was sucking. We both cried out our love, my hands grabbing his bum to pull it to me, to hold him deeper within me. Special is not the word.

We lay in our embrace, the Viagra giving him the ability to stay connected to me for at least another ten to twelve minutes before my treacherous kegels Lying together after sexual intercourseevicted him and much of his seed.

He rolled off and we lay side by side, telling each other how special it was and how it is the most beautiful experience in the world.

As for the food and drink – that was pretty damn good, too!

Angela Goodnight, 1st January 2017  – AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

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