Ending with a bang

Posted on | December 31, 2009 | 6 Comments

It’s the last day of the 2009. Some would say it’s the last day of the decade (depends on whether you count that as this year or next, I suppose!).  So it pleases me no end that I was able to begin the last day of the year with a bang.

The clock-radio turned itself on at 6am – it’s job is to wake Apollo up so he can go to work. But it woke me up as well, and I lay there listening to the sounds-like-a-dalek news, my arse tucked into his lap as we both lay spooning together.  The sun was up and creeping around the edges of the curtains, and breeze from the top windows was markedly cooler than the last few days, and not as stiflingly hot.

The news over, I got up to pee, came back and adjusted the tuning dial so the radio presenter sounded human, and slipped back under the sheet. A pleasant surprise was waiting for me – a still nearly-asleep husband, but with a rather perky penis. Which gave me an idea…

Our morning sex tends to be quite sporadic, and most often late in the am on a Saturday or Sunday. For a Thursday morning it’s considerably more unusual!  But there I was, awake, and Apollo was sort-of waking up, and the noisy feline was stomping on us, and the radio presenter was happily informing everyone that the weather forecast for the whole country was excellent. So it seemed like a damned good reason to have an orgasmic start to the day – and end to the year.

And it was good sex. We’ve been together coming up on seven years, and he’s learned my body like no-one other than myself has.  We kissed, and he teased my nipples, and pressed my bruises. A gentle index finger circled my clit, and more than a few fingers slid into my cunt, and his other hand playfully smacked my scratches. All his energy focused on coaxing an orgasm from me (once towels had been located), and then another. Then there was a glance, an agreement, and he gave me his cock to put a condom on – with no objection at all as I teased and sucked the tip before smoothing the latex over his flesh.

We fucked slow, and fast, and slick and fun. I squeezed him. He teased me. We rolled and pressed and grinned together while the radio burbled on and the cat departed for rooms beyond.  It was just us, just then, just doing what we do so well: moving together.

But time moved on, and morning events called.  It was time to complete ourselves and get on with the day.  So, at my request, he hauled himself to his knees, knelt by my side, and wanked himself, his palm squeezing and stroking up and down, until he spattered across my breasts. Just the way I like it.

Then we kissed. Wiped ourselves down. Collapsed – for a few minutes!  And as I made a cup of tea for my beloved husband (and one for myself), we listened to the 7am news and the birds chirping at the beginning of the end of the year.

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