A Beautiful Death

s*x At Last.

Slowly and reluctantly, she pulled her lips away from him, while his two hands grabbed and squeezed her boobs with uttermost tenderness.

"You could have done that but, you never did?" Began Amy. "I was starved! Every night I wished you were home, holding me through the cold night. And our baby too needed the presence of his dad. But, his dad was nowhere close to him." More tears rolled down as she spoke softly.

He pulsed abruptly, with the caressing being done to her breasts, in order to speak in defense of himself. Although, his hands clung unto them, but they never moved.

"Amy, it was my stupidity that landed us in to this s**t! I already told you, what I could have done but, just like you have said, I never did. I take all the responsibilities for those long nights when I was far away from you and my boy. I'm sorry Amy. This shouldn't have happened," said Carl.

He resumed his little breasts fondling experiment. "How can I ever make it up to you and him Amy?" He asked.

"Don't do that again, would be my perfect answer to your question," she replied.

He drew closer this time, and changed their positions again so that, she ceased staying on top of him. He guided her through his arms until, she laid on the bed again. Once more, they ravished themselves with kisses.

He aimed for her down part again. But, unlike before, he moved his hand deeper until his fingers were touching her pants. 

Seeing how difficult it was to penetrate his fingers from the new position, he made her turn her back against him. Now, from the new position, one of his hands scooped her boobs, while the other one restarted the voyage to her down part.

"Your body is hot, darling. And you want to know one more thing, it's good for my liking," Carl whispered into her ear. 

Amy smiled and replied, "Hmmm! Really? I never knew that," she admitted. "Your body is so hard on me. Your rod too. Seems like it wants to go down to where it belonged."

"Hahahaha! Oh yeah! Is that what you think my love?" He asked. 

"Apparently, that's what I thought. That's a fact, I mean to say. Just look at how strong it feels. It has been sticking my ass ever since we changed to this new position," Amy told him.

"Whaaat!" Exclaimed Carl, excitedly. "Do you wish to feel it?"

"Hell yeah! That's my property," she said in a naughty manner.

"Then, grab it! It's all yours. Do whatever pleases you with it," he assured her.

"Oh baby! You are killing me. Mmmmh! Mmmmh! Mmmmh!" exhaled Amy, with the tender voice of the night.

Two of his longest fingers were already digging her v****a. The longest, among the two penetrated her very wet p***y and move back and forth with great agility. The second longest finger, slapped her erect c******s repeatedly until, her body was vibrating. Now wonder, she told him how he was killing her. Those words of hers were also, followed by soft moans of pleasure.

Their heartbeats have both increased and their hormonal levels were up, while they pleasure themselves with some hot Romance.

Her hands moved through his shorts and grabbed his d**k. 

"Hey honey, I don't think I feel comfortable in this position," she complained.

"What do you want to do now? Do you think we should change our positions?" Asked Carl.

"Yes! Exactly what I was about telling you. Thank heaven you already understood," she replied.

He moved her again and made her to lay facing him. In doing so, she had the unlimited access to touch every corner of his body. Just like he has been doing to her.

"Wait Amy," he halted her in the middle of the unbearable urge. 

She wondered why, he told her to wait. As she watched, Carl pulled off all his clothes and began working on her own clothes. He pulled her Night-gown completely off. Then, he focused his attention on her sexy black pants. Before, he could begin working on it, Amy had already showed him compliance. She had removed half of her cloth, down her sexy, soft thighs.

"Oh Amy!" He exclaimed in pleasure.

He pulled what remained of her pants down. Amy looked on as he held her pants in his hand.

"What are you waiting for? Throw the damn thing away," she managed to utter some words.

"Something! Perhaps, something special," he replied.

He smelled her pant right in front of her and was satisfied with the scent of her v****a left on the pants.

"Oh Jesus Christ! Here we go again!" Exclaimed Amy who was getting impatience of Carl. 

She has been stimulated by him to a point she could no longer bear. Without warning, she snatched her pants away from him and threw it away randomly. She cared less to know where it landed. All she cared, was to have Carl.

"Come here! Will you?" She commanded but, never allowed him to obey her. She dragged him closer. 

Within seconds, both were laying naked on the bed. Their romance was at its peak. Every touch and kiss they made, reminded them of how special and sweet that moment was.

She curled her hands around his neck, while his mouth moved away from hers, and began tantalizing her breasts. His two hands went beneath her buttocks and pressed them hard, as she laid on top of him.

One of her hands kept dragging his manhood with vigor as if, she wants to eat it up all at once. 

"Oh Carl! Enough pretense! I can't stand it anymore. I want you inside of me," she begged for it without any atom of shame after all, he is her husband.

"Then put it in!" He commanded her.

She has been holding his dig, the whole time the romanced, while she was on top of him. Now, is the time to get the job done, she has been yearning for. She carefully guided his d**k to the tip of her v****a. 

"Mmmmh! Aaiyeeh! Aahaah! Aahaah!" She moaned, as Carl instinctively, pushed through. 

Her body vibrated because, of the sweetness of his joystick in her. She has been waiting for this moment for four good months, until now.

Amy moved forth and back on him. She rode his d**k with much vigor that, has never been seen before by Carl. 

Both of them, were also moaning. However, Amy moaned more, as her voice was louder than Carl's. 

She rode him until, she became exhausted. Carl noticing that, Amy has given her best to their pleasure-action, decided to continue from where she had stopped.

"Hold on baby!" He told her before, turning her. He was now on top, in what appeared to be a missionary style. His d**k penetrated her once again. This time, it was Carl's turn. He started with some few, slow strokes before, adding more and accelerating his speed at the same time.

He hit her hard. So hard that, Amy began to shed tears. Yet, Carl ignored her tears and proceeded with the good job he was doing.

He has witnessed her crying, many of the times they have had s*x in the past. He once asked her, if her tears were as a result of the hard strokes from him? Amy has made it clear to him, to always hit her harder anytime she is shedding tears in the course of their intimacy. This is because, she may be close to reaching her orgasm. And that is what Carl is doing at the moment.

By now, both were about to reach the climax. Amy, was already saying some stupid incoherent things, like she always does any time they are making love. Perhaps, she was speaking in tongues, as Carl would tease her after s*x.

Suddenly, in the middle of their love-making, a cry was heard from the other room. It was the voice of their little boy.

Giving up on the intense s*x, which was about to drive them both to their climax remained an option to either choose or not, over their crying little child.