VIII
It was definitely now my turn to give her the pleasure she clearly wanted; I did not want come yet -rather, I wanted to come deep, somewhere inside Laura. She had been preparing for it, setting it like a bait for me. All the signs were showing, her mood was set and I acted, ready to be, once again, able to penetrate deep into her. I lifted her towards my mouth, my cock remaining hard and wet, and we kissed long intertwining our tongues before turning her around taking her by wrists and placing her hands on the wall. She knew the drill, and the hips immediately bucked backwards to face me, with an amazing bend of her lower back, with her full bottom which I grab with my hands and open its cheeks wide. And then I see it, a daisy of letters tightly close to her anus, which takes me a few seconds to grasp, in all my excitement, with my head turning: "BWlcm. Bdeep. Gogntl. Goknd." All these letters entangled in a moving wave of an ivy-like plant trailing around the words... which evidently I have mixed as everything is and keeps moving. Laura notices my confusion, giggles and spells it for me:
"It is for you babe. Welcome, be kind, be gentle, go deep." And she says it with that husky voice that fills me with love. "Do you like it?"
The shiny swollen head of my cock is under "kind", flanked by "welcome" and "gentle", nearing in my slow-motion thrust Laura's dark rim. I cannot see go deep. But I am sure thinking of exactly that place on the way there, aiming to reach the depths of Laura's body. There is contact: my soft tip engaged with the light, ridgy surface of her anus, both wet and sliding against each other, both knowing that the moist is right. I dispense tonight of the tongue and Laura does not mind. She feels it is just right now, she has prepared it and she is ready for me to go deep.
IX
Our sexual parts have met in what are, at least at the start, less arousing circumstances. Yoga is sensual but not always sexual. But for us, in more intimate settings, sensual leads to sexual feelings, and to great sex. We had fun doing our Yoga when Laura was in the mood, but always with a high degree of contact, hence erotic stimulation as we did concentrate on buttocks and chest. One fantastic Yoga play from which we got more fun is the so-called Bridge pose. Want to hear about it? Ok. So I start lying on my back, long legs bent and arms to my side, and then Laura lays on her back over me, her bottom over my sex, perpendicular to me as we create a cross joined at the stacked hips, her light ones over my broader ones. The weight of Laura's ass is soft on my cock and balls, which start to grow fast on contact.
I keep my arms on the floor, long and close to my body, with my hands flat and very open grasping the ground. No room here for grabbing Laura's tits from above, except for a few seconds. I need my arms and hands on the floor for Bridge. Laura can't do the same: while I will use the arms and my shoulders to lift my hips, abdomen and chest, Laura will rely on my hips lifting hers as her arms float in the air. So yeah, not too improvised as our Yoga wrestling goes. We both bend our knees and plant our feet on the floor slightly apart. I cannot see Laura's cock, but I guess it is somewhat hard; mine has gotten harder as it slides sideways into her crack and lodges in all its length in the warmth of her butt. I breath deep... and I ask Laura to do the same as we have to lift our hips together. We let the air go as we both lift our hips toward the ceiling; hell, Laura's hips are only floating against air, while I lifted up against and pressed on Laura's bottom.
My cock felt like a floating boom pressed against the depth of her ass crack deepening its contact with it, and somewhere on my shaft, I knew it was making contact with her asshole. My buttocks were lifting Laura's hips while I pushed from my knees towards my head. Laura's glutes were relaxed over me, as she gently rested them on my hips and cock and her head and arms floated down. My legs and buttocks lifting, all together, made her fly. I am drilling her, I imagined, with my cock not flat anymore but inserted in her, deep in as she likes it. Let's do that: I am going in babe, I told her, and she knew the drill. I grabbed her hips with both hands and Laura put an extra effort to stay flying, while I lowered down my hips and I grab my cock with one hand directing it to her anus. Come down baby, now, and a soon as she feels the contact of my head under her anus she slowly lets go and the weight of her hips pressure on my cock to slowly start letting it in.
There is slight resistance at the rim to my engorged head despite the arousal and the wetness; we stay a few seconds joined at our edges with the head clamped to the stickiness of the rim, as if head and rim gauge each other, mostly with rim assessing the state of its assailer, the hardness and girth of my swollen head, which it will have to receive and let soon pass. The sensations in my head are keeping my cock hard in the stillness of the moment, as if it knew the importance of staying stiff. Meanwhile, my hips are back on the floor and Laura puts out her arms to keep herself afloat so she can be in charge: she decides when to let my stiff cock slide in further. And as soon as she says "go baby" I start lifting again so that we both put in our own thrust in the upward fucking thrust. I feel so big as I am invited into her: the head starts sliging, making some progress in, soon leaving the embrace of the rim behind and sensing the open path ahead as the shaft continues its smooth path still gripped by the slowly expanding rim. I am back in bridge with my hips and cock lifted again. With the help of a very deep breath: I propel Laura towards the sky, reaching deep into her; my shaft is a sky-bound column. I bend my arms, with elbows resting firmly on the ground and my open hands grab my buttocks, my arms serving as firm columns to our sensual body building. I lift relentlessly towards heaven.