“God yes, I love my Grandson’s dick in my cunt,” Nana declared, seeming to love such incestual reminders.
My full length was inside her, then slowly gliding almost all the way out, each of us intimately feeling the minutia of sensations as tiny irregularities in our flesh moved to centre stage and our attention reveled in them. It was as if we had each taken a drug that excited our nerve endings and made them super receptive to every nuance of each other. One simple out-stroke and it felt like a long journey through an exotic wilderness. And then all the way back in to achieve the same blissful experience in reverse. And then the long, leisurely journey back out…
It’s the little things that often make sex amazing. Sure, sometimes it’s just raw passion, utter domination or urgent lust, but truthfully at the end of the day, imaginary journeys through foreign countries aside, it’s the small, interpersonal intricacies that make me smile the most:
-the splashing sounds of a wet pussy as I stroke my cock in and out of it (and the range of sounds as I go from the languid slurps of slow and soft strokes, to the crashing waves of deep hard pounding)
-the diversity of sounds that escape from a woman’s mouth (moans, whimpers, and screams… every woman’s reaction to sex a unique symphony)
-the slow escalation of breathing until the uncontrolled, ragged panting of heavy rapture is released for all to hear (even if it’s only the two of you present)
-the growing redness of her cheeks
-the arching of her back as the inevitable approaches nearer and nearer
-the lips (pursed, trembling or wide open… each oral gesture communicating a million unspoken words)
-the spoken word (compliments, urgent begging, nasty talk, swearing, nuanced requests)
-the eyes (which were also eloquent in a million silent emotions including lust, need, desperation and euphoria… most people don’t see the eyes as a sexual tell, but it’s often one of the most telling)
-the tightening of her legs mere seconds before pleasure cascades through her entire body (almost always a warning I am getting her close to the big O)
-how they come (screaming like a banshee, moaning loudly, or allowing the eruption to occur during silent tears)
-the cum (flooding out of her like a broken faucet, leaking out of her slowly like a soft rain or everything between)
-of course, her legs wrapped in sheer silk stockings is a no- brainer
This encounter was just between Nana and me. I was in no hurry, actually I was the opposite… I wanted this to be a long, satisfying marathon session between two lovers.
I was rhythmic but slow.
The position she had requested was perfect to see her lips purse, and her eyes looking directly at me in what could only be a mixture of lust and desperation, and her legs still being together added a stimulating friction as the top of her cunt rubbed against the top of my dick. I suspected this position was also giving extra attention to her G-spot.
Nana was soon anticipating my strokes and the gentle fuck became tender and intimate.