Starlight Gleaming Ch. 06

Leaning on the wall, Janetta murmured, "I can't believe how good it feels letting you wash me."

I reached around her to do under her arms, her belly, then a good washing of her breasts while she laughed tiredly, rubbing her butt against my cock. Last was a cleansing of her cleft, before I rinsed out her hair. Using her brush, I took sections in my hand and combed them out so it didn't pull. She dozed while I worked. When I could comb it through without a snag, I did a quick rinse with her conditioner. By then, the hot water was becoming a memory. I dried her off, then myself, and helped her wrap her hair into the second towel. Just to be sure, I slipped on my underwear before we exited.

Inside the bedroom, the incense had filled the room with the scents of oranges and cinnamon. Herding her to the bed, she murmured, "Where'd these come from. Mmmm. So soft."

I managed to get one sandwich wrap down her with some water before she closed her eyes and quit taking food. I set my alarm, blew out the candle, and crawled in beside her.

Janetta snuggled close. "Strange," she mumbled. "Having someone else in bed with me for sleeping. But knowing it's you, feels good."

"Yeah." I pulled her close and she sighed and drifted off. I was right behind her.

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I woke up in the middle of the night to find Janetta straddling my hips, slowly grinding her clit against me as she slowly stroked me into her pussy. The dim light of the candle flickered on her dresser, bathing us in a kind of twilight.

She saw me open my eyes and laughed. "I got up to use the latrine, and when I came back I saw you were hard. Seemed a shame to waste it. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

I reached up and began kneading her breasts. The tight, slick grip of her tunnel on my cock banished all thought of sleep.

"Oh, that's good," she sighed. "Keep doing that. Mmm-hmm." Her hips rocked a little faster.

For several minutes she moved on me, sighing and grunting happily. I moved one hand from her breast and slid it between us, curling my finger to brush her swollen nubbin more directly. Janetta's breath caught, and leaning forward, she humped faster. Scrunching up her face, her breasts swaying above me, she focused on the tension building between her legs.

"That's it, Janetta. Take me deeper and deeper. Ohhhh, that's good. I want to feel you coming on my cock!"

She moaned long and low. Her thrusting suddenly slowed for long, deep strokes, pressing down against my finger as she pushed her cervix against my crown. Then she began shaking, grinding hard. Fluids gushed from her steamy crevice, coating my balls with her release.

Grabbing her butt, I pistoned into her center, plowing the full length of her pulsing sheath. Janetta dropped to my chest, heaving and gasping while I pumped away.

"Come," she pleaded. "Please come inside me." And like that I felt the tingle and the rush inside my shaft. Holding her butt tight, I pushed into her as my cock swelled and sprayed her inner walls. Janetta shivered. She looked happy, yet still a little afraid and vulnerable.

"I love you," I told her.

"I love you, too." She cupped my face and kissed me slow and firm. I shrank until I finally slipped out. More sticky fluids coated my balls. "Whoops!" she grinned. "You came a lot, I can tell. I guess you get the wet spot!"

Yeah, her sass was coming back just fine.

Moving off me, she went to the dresser and hovered over the plate of food. "I'm starved!" she declared, and dug in. I reached for a used towel, and wiped down my crotch. Then folding it in half, laid it over the substantial wet spot on the new sheets. I glanced at Janetta's digital clock. Half past the Third Hour. Another three hours of sleep sounded really good. I stretched out and grabbed a pillow, closing my eyes. Last thing I heard was a long belch from Jenetta, then, "I wonder if there's any more in the fridge?"

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