It had been a long day. We were both tired. Sex had not been on either of our minds for the last week at least, both busy with work and life in general. Love was there, pure and bright, but oh so tired. Laying in bed, each in our night clothes, me in a pair of shorts, you in a thin strapped cami top and matching panties. Not a cold evening, but not hot either, we kept our home, especially the bedrooms at a very comfortable temperature. You loved cuddling up to my arm, while I am not overly muscled, I do have strength, strength you feel. Not just in how I can pick you up, or win in the fun wrestling we enjoy, but in the security and safety you feel in my arms, and even when we are not together, you feel my presence, my protection and love. I am laying on my back, one arm under my pillow, the other down, you have your body wrapped around. Your firm breasts pressing into me, my arm between your breasts. Your mouth is near my ear as we chat, I can feel your warm breath on me, so intoxicating. One of your legs is draped over mine. We are just talking, calmly and peacefully. Today's activities and fun stories, the coming weekends party. I twist the cuddle arm's wrist a bit and find my hand right at your pussy, I take advantage. I slip my hand into your panties, not a hard task as they are light weight. I find what I seek, your clit. You are already slightly wet, you get that way when we cuddle. I start to rub, very slowly at first, your hips shift a bit allowing better access. I dip my middle finger into your wet pussy, getting your juices on my finger and then start to play some more with your clit. Rubbing a bit faster, but still not too fast. You moan in my ear and say "That's not fair". I raise an eyebrow and ask "how so?" You then get the hint and reach into my shorts and feel my growing erection. You start your expert manipulation of my man meat. Stroking, rubbing, cupping the balls. I move my outer leg a bit giving you better access, you also shift allowing easier access to your now drooling pussy and hard clit. I rub faster and faster, your breathing gets shallower and faster. I can feel your nips get harder even, pressed against my body. You pull down my shorts to gain better access to my cock. It is extremely hard now, with no sex in a while, not even self gratification, I ached for relief. You ached as well, and without wasting time removing your panties you mount me, sliding them aside so I you can impale yourself on my cock. You are so wet that a moment before you do a string of pussy juice dribbles onto my cock. You slam all the way down, your tight pussy being forced open by my hardness. You grunt and moan in pleasure as you are penetrated. You stay that way a bit, fully stuffed with cock. You always tell me you can feel it up in your guts when I am fully deep. You rub your belly, moaning as you tilt your head back. Your hips start to gyrate. You slide forward then back, fucking yourself on me. My hands first at your sides, then sliding up to your breasts under your top. I start to massage your breast, play with your nipples. You moan louder now rising up and down on my cock. You powerful thighs working as you lift and settle, lift and settle. Finally you lean forward, we kiss deep and with great passion, my arms sliding around your back hugging you to me, your pelvis slamming up and down on me. Both of us racing to orgasm, you make it first, your pussy gripping my cock in a vice as you still stroke me with your wet pussy, now gushing from your orgasm. You are now focused on me, you can sense I am getting close and when you hear my breath catch you hop off to stroke and suck my cock, getting it down your throat as I blow my load. Spasm after spasm sends my seed into your mouth and down your waiting throat. You love the taste of me, and I love when you energetically and eagerly swallow every drop. I finish with a sigh, my cock slowly softening as you still stroke every last ounce of cum from my balls. Then you lick me clean. I bring you up to me, kissing you deeply again. When the passion has subsided we straighten our clothes, well I do, your panties are a soaked mess of fabric. You simply remove them with an evil grin "for later my love". I smile and give your ass a good smack, you squeak. Turning out the light, we have Alexa play our favorite "go to sleep" sounds and drift off, with whispers of "I love you"