I Spoke Too Soon

I spoke too soon about the weeks or months thing, because my Big Dude showed up for our sex date on Saturday.

It all seemed very unpromising. He looked pale and tired and complained he felt dizzy, so I assumed that our date was off. But I got out of the shower to find him waiting patiently for me in my bed.

And it was lovely.

I think the loveliest part was that, in between licking me to several orgasms, he rested his head so tenderly near my pussy and breathed in my scent. He was tired, but he still just wanted to be there, breathing me in and sighing with contentment.

I was sighing with contentment, too.