Anything You "Want"

It was their last night in the cabin. The weekend had been a warm, wonderful, relaxing time of getting re-acquainted with each other, in every way. Tonight, they were going to indulge each other. After spending the whole weekend in the nude in the secluded spot, enjoying each other's bodies and themselves, they were in touch with each other as never before, and wanted to please each other as never before.

As the sun set, they lit candles around the cabin's bedroom and bath. They attended to each other lovingly, washing every inch of skin with rich, warm lather, sensually washing each other's hair, drying off with thick, warm towels. They prepared for their evening, side by side at the mirror; she applied her sexiest makeup and perfume, and a hint of jewelry, just for him -- a thin gold waist chain and a jeweled anklet. He smiled; it was the most she had dressed up all weekend. He applied his own fragrance -- her favorite -- and turned to her, lightly touching her face.

"Anything you want," he said to her, smiling.

"Anything you want," she replied, tracing her fingers from his hand on her face, along his strong arm, cupping his smooth-shaven cheek.

They walked hand in hand to the bedroom. "Let's dance," she said. He started a CD he had brought of their favorite reggae mix, and they began moving slowly across the floor, swaying together and gently grinding their hips to the sensual beat. They kissed deeply, their tongues teasing, then plunging and swirling. Her hardening nipples brushed his chest hair. His penis rose between her legs and teased her warm lips; his hands moved down her back to the soft fullness of her ass, pressing her into him. She moved back, teasingly, lifting her arms above her head, closing her eyes and moving even more sensually to the music as he watched. Her waist chain shimmered in the candlelight as she ground her hips and turned slowly; she caressed her body with her hands, drawing them slowly down her torso.

She turned her back to him, grabbing the foot of the bed, and continued to move for him, thrusting and circling her hips as she bent low, exposing her swollen, glistening labia to him. "Go ahead," she whispered roughly, yet gently.

He licked his lips and found his mouth was dry as his heart beat faster. She had never let him enter her from behind before, in so many years of marriage. He had always dreamed of it with her, but she had always put him off -- sometimes seeming to be serious, sometimes coyly. He had always respected her feelings. But now she was graciously, generously offering herself to him as never before. She knew what he wanted.

He came toward her, his shaft rock-hard, and gently ran his hands down her back as he teased her vagina with his manhood, running it forward and back along her lips. She spread her legs a little more as he took a firm grip on her hips and slowly thrust inside her. She moaned and smiled at him over her shoulder.

He moved slowly, savoring every warm, wet inch he explored inside her, and the sight and feel of her soft, yet firm buttocks as he pressed into them with each thrust. The new position gave him control he had never had over his own climax, and he reveled in being able to dance inside her as long as she wanted. She was slower to respond, too, but she soon began to breathe harder, with short, sharp gasps and cries.

He reached around and gently massaged her breasts, then ran his hands down the smooth skin of her belly to caress her bush, running two fingers down toward her swollen clitoris, feeling his own moist, hard member slide in and out. She reached back and grabbed his butt, pulling him almost roughly towards her. He responded, grasping her hips, grinding his own and thrusting faster toward his own climax. He exploded inside her; she squeezed the last drop from his penis before it slipped from her grasp.

Before he could ask, "What do you want?" she told him with her actions -- swiftly stepping to the side of the bed, sitting, rocking back and spreading her legs, giggling. He knelt in front of her as she edged toward him, putting her feet on his shoulders and opening her womanhood to him, still moist with their mingled love juices.

He knew what she wanted, but he was going to make her wait, at least a little, and give her something else he knew she liked. He moved back, gliding his hands along her legs and gently holding her pretty foot to his face, kissing, licking and teasing, playing with the gold anklet and finally taking each of her pearl-like toes in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. He then placed small kisses along her warm, smooth leg and inner thigh; the aroma of her love was strong and sweet.

"Now you have to wait a little," she said, giggling and pulling his face toward her breasts. He gladly obliged, swirling his tongue around first one nipple, then the other; gently sucking first one, then the other, taking his time. She began to breathe heavily again.

He kissed his way down to her warm, wet bush, burying his face in the fragrant, curly hair, and finally gave her still-swollen labia a long, slow lick, back to front, reveling in the mingled tastes of his juices and hers. She drew her legs up again and grasped the back of his head with her hands, pulling her into him. His tongue probed deeper as he hungrily lost himself in her womanhood. She began to thrust and buck against his face; they fell into a rhythm as she began to gasp and moan in delight. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast; he massaged it as he continued to lick and suck, still in time to the sensual music in the background.

She came once, then again and again as he continued his deep, long licks and gently swirled his tongue around her clitoris. She screamed, wriggled and clutched at him with complete abandon. He took one last taste, drew himself up the length of her body and gave her a deep kiss, letting her taste her own sweetness.

They lay together for a long time, gently touching, sprawled on top of the covers in the warm night. He got up and quietly blew out the candles, then rejoined her as they drifted off to sleep, a soft night breeze caressing their bodies. It had been a wonderful weekend, and just possibly the beginning of a very special time in their lives.

The End.