She positioned herself on the large and comfortable pillow-chair. He positioned his body in front of hers, on his knees. She spread her legs. He hooked the backs of her knees in the crooks of his arms and lifted her legs, spreading them wider. She guided him in, and then he began slow, deliberate full-length strokes.
They looked directly into each others eyes. “Jesus…that feels good!” He said.
“You bastard!” She said.
“Why a bastard?” He said
“Because every time I’m on my way to visit you, I promise myself we won’t start fucking as soon as I’m through the door, and…ooooh sooo good… here we are!”
“Mmmm…don’t you like it anymore?”
“You know I do. But it makes me feel kinda like a whore…just here for sex.”
“We both know you’re not a whore,” he said.
“I kinda like feeling like one, though,” she said. “Do it a little faster. Damn, you feel huge today!”
“Yeah, you feel even bigger than you normally do. I love your cock…uh, I’m already getting close.”
“Mmm…I’m getting close too. I’ve missed you. What about it do you love?”
“Its size, its shape…it fills me just right…um, I’m real close! You close? Come when I do, please.”
“I like it best when you come first,” he said.
“Whores aren’t supposed to come…but screw me like I am one. Now! Come with me, now!”
He did. Then they kissed and cuddled for awhile, his weight resting on her.
Later dressed, they went for a long walk in the cold, snowy day. They talked, they laughed---unconditional friends.