As the light of the dawn starts to show the colours within the darkened room, I begin to see you in more detail.

You sleep on, quietly. A half smile on your face, your eye-lids fluttering to some half remembered, half forgotten dream of rapture long ago. Or maybe you remember our passion of last night.

The frenzy of our love-making, inspired by the prolonged sensuous build-up of our drawn out, saucy and risqué letters over the time we thought we would never get together.

Our passion and the intensity of it had finally worn us out in the wee small hours. I distantly remember the feeling of loss as my spent cock finally died and slipped from the hungry depths of your eager pussy. We both rolled on our backs at that point and sleep must have overtaken us.

I got up an hour ago, quietly, without disturbing you - that older man thing. The need for a bathroom break.

Chemical help? I certainly hadn't needed that last night! But now I took a tablet, if we were going to carry on this morning this time I would surely need it.

A little later already half hard, I eased up onto an elbow. I traced the outline of your nipple with the tip of a finger. You moaned softly and arched your back to try and make me touch you more firmly. You still slept though. Time for a move a little further into your waking process. Gently, so as not to disturb you too much at first, I eased your knees apart and moved to kneel between them. Then, oh so slowly I moved your legs so they were on my shoulders.

You wriggled a little which opened your centre to my gaze. That wonderful centre I had fucked so hard last night, driving you into the mattress, your legs crossed round my waist as you fucked me back so hard, so urgently, so wantonly. Your noisy appreciation echoing in my ears.

I leant in and licked the fragrant lips, the taste and aroma once again bringing me to an eager, ready hardness. I covered your opening with my mouth and lips trying to drink your luscious juices dry.

Sleep now long gone, you held my head so tight, pulling me into your wanton, spasming cunt. You came so hard again and again until you could take no more. Then pushing me away, onto my back, you half covered me, and began smothering my face with kisses, trying to lick me clean of your wonderful dripping cunt juices. Climbing over me, you placed your knees either side of my head, half sitting on my upper chest.