The sun peaked in through the window and cast its brilliant rays over the bed where Beth lay in the arms of her new husband, Jim. From the mountain slopes outside came the scent of pine and the clean smell of fresh air that is only found away from cities. A crane cried out from the lake that lay under their balcony, and woke Beth.

She lay quietly on her still sleeping savoring the warmth of him beneath her. She could feel a slight twinge of pain between her legs from the evening before, but not enough to make her regret a minute of it. They had gone to bed with the sunset and made love well past midnight. Beth shifted against Jims slight build, running her hand up and down his thin side and across his smooth soft stomach. She explored slowly as he slept his navel, and from there followed the trail of hair down his body. She carefully slid her hand down between his legs and cupped in her hand the pouch of skin, gently, very gently, massaging its cargo with her fingers. He didnt wake. She shifted her body against him, taking his nipple in her mouth and gently toying and drawing into her mouth. It hardened beneath her attentions, but her lover still did not wake. She shifted down his body now, moving her hand up around his maleness while she slowly ran kisses down his sleeping form. Gently she ran her hand around his manhood, and slowly tightened her grip as she ran her hand up the shaft. And just as slowly she loosened as she slid back down.

And she repeated the process. After the second repetition she felt the first throb in him, and pulled away so she could watch him grow and stiffen. Applying a kiss to dark pink head, she again began to caress his organ, but with a bit of a faster rhythm. He grew hot beneath her hand, and continued to stretch in length. Watching him respond had taken its toile on her own body, and she could feel her own need growing within her. She leaned down again to kiss the tip of his throbbing organ, and gently took it into her mouth, letting herself draw him deeply into her. After one time of taking him like this, she returned to the stroke of her hand, only this time much faster and harder.

She again shifted her body, straddling his leg so she could press her own dampness against him.

The need of her own body grew as she slid her opening along his leg to the rhythm of her hand on him. She felt him stir now, waking up. He moaned softly.

She again toyed the head of him, and tasted the first drops, warm and salty.

He was close now. She moved her hand faster along his organ, and toyed the head every time her hand slid down his shaft. He was as hard as a piece of metal now, and the veins were standing out on the sides of him. He throbbed more beneath her care, his breathing coming much faster.

In her concentration between his legs, she forgot the need between hers. Fully devoted to bringing him to completion, she heightened the speed of her hand.

Another louder moan escaped his lips, and he began to push himself up and down into her fist, still flying over his badly swollen member as fast as she could send it.

He drove into her fist harder and faster, matching his rhythm with hers. Both of them were breathing harder now. He moaned again every time her tongue touched his head.

And then he stiffened. She felt his whole body go rigid beneath her, his manhood growing just a tad harder than she had thought possible. Her hand continued its erotic massage, and she again toyed the very tip of his head. The first burst came just as she pulled away a long stream of a milky white fluid that splashed against his stomach a little below his naval. And again and again and again the spurts came out of him. The second she caught in her mouth. She savored the hot thick drink as she let the rest splash over her hand, still stroking him, but staying around the tip. As the final burst ran through her wet, sticky finger, she leaned over and took his now diminishing organ in her mouth and with her tongue cleaned all the sticky fluid off it. Smiling because it had hardened again in her mouth, she worked up his body, cleaning him off with her tongue, after which she cleaned her own hand. Lifting her body over him, she smiled down onto his pale face. He was still gasping for breath. Good morning, love she whispered.

He looked up into her shining eyes, saw her toy the last remains of his juices off her lips, and pulled her down for a long, long kiss.