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A Rare Night

It had been ages since they were able to spend an entire night together. Coffee dates and mornings in a hotel were a treat, but to have an extended time to explore was thrilling. They had managed an actual date, drinks, dinner, flirting, touches. And then, lots of time to focus on each other at the hotel.

They had pulled out all the stops, reveling in each other. Spontaneously shifting from flirty to rough to playful to romantic. Each checked off a couple of items on their long developing, mutual "to-do" list. Eventually they fell to sleep, sated and spent, with sweaty, grateful limbs entangled.

He awoke sometime later, it was still dark beyond the curtains, and smiled upon finding her within his grasp. He stretched and twisted, loosening the muscles that had enjoyed the earlier workout. He breathed in the scent of her hair as her head rested on his right bicep. His left arm shifted and cupped her breast, enjoying the weight and fullness.

He remembered their mutual promise to act upon any urges should either awake in the night. His hand left her breast to reach out for the jar of coconut oil, which had played a role in some of their to-do list, on the bedside table. He was leaning into her back to be able to reach. The jar had started as a slippery solid but was mostly liquid now.

He dipped his finger tips into the oil, bringing a few drops back to the nipple of the breast he had been holding. His fingers delicately circled the nipple which responded by hardening and lengthening.

It was her turn to groan and stretch as she came awake. She wiggled her hips, pressing her rear end into his groin. He reached into the jar again and came away with a little more oil this time. He brought his hand lower, to the top of her thighs which she obligingly parted. He traced the slick oil up and down her lips, replacing the sticky results of their play earlier that night.

Returning his hand to the jar, he dipped his fingers all the way in. Bringing his dripping fingers back to her, he flattened his fingers and palm, pressing down firmly on her mound and slowly moving rearward. She splayed her legs wider, inviting his touch.

She now leaned forward and dipped her fingers into the aromatic oil. She reached her wet hand behind her to grasp his erection, which she had inspired. Taking a firm grip, she stroked him slowly. He moved his arm over hers so he could continue to fondle her with long presses from her pubic bone to between her ass checks. As her breathing accelerated, he increased the tempo and pressure of his strokes. She gasped and let go of his cock. Her hand grabbed his and pressed ruthlessly into her groin, shuttering in release.

She sighed deeply, and . . . snickered. She reached again for the jar of oil, this time coming away with a puddle of it cupped in her curved fingers. Sliding her left heal up her right leg she opened herself wider yet. She guided the dribbling palm-full of oil behind her. But rather than grasping his cock, she delivered the oil between her ass cheeks, stroking herself up and down. She continued to work her fingers gently into herself. She moaned and he became even harder as her hand brushed him as she opened herself more. He barely breathed as her rubbing became thrusting. He couldn't tell if she had one or more fingers in her ass.

She snickered again, reached for more oil, and grasped his rigid cock. She began to trace the head of it up and down the cleft between her cheeks. She paused the motion, flexed her hips back toward him, and pressed his cock head to her opening. He savored the slickness and heat as she pressed backwards, guiding him into her. He held still, fearful of hurting her by moving too soon or fast. She reached behind his buttocks urging him into her. The rim of her anus slowly slid up his length.

She began rocking her hips, inviting him to thrust. The tempo and length of their strokes grew and grew. His hand dipped for more oil in the jar and slavered it over her pussy, matching the pace of their thrusts. Both gasping for breath, she slapped her hand over his. Their fingers interlaced and continued to pummel her pussy. Whose finger entered and whose left her pussy has they stroked was impossible to tell.

Moans became gasps as they both climbed the sensations. She pleaded a barely intelligible "now." He grasped her hips and pumped deep into her ass as she furiously stroked her clit. Finally, he pulled her tight to him and froze as he came hard and long. Pulse after pulse shot from him to her. She cried out as she came, adding her own squirt to the puddle of oil.

Each panted as they struggled for breath, hearts pounding more than any aerobic workout. His head fell, bringing is lips to her neck, tasting the sweat and passion. She pressed her hips back to try to keep him inside as he softened and shrank. As he slipped out, he enveloped her with his arms. Both their bodies slackened as exhaustion took over. They fell back to sleep, entwined for their remaining hours together.