When he finally came out of the bath, he was wearing the bottoms to the Calvin Klein pjs I had bought him for Christmas. As he passed by at the foot of the bed, the overhead ceiling fan blew the smell of Irish Spring soap in my direction. I love the way my man smells when he just comes out of the shower. His skin is fresh, soft and smooth.

I continued to face the TV, channel surfing. He slid in on his side of the bed and moved toward the middle. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was definitely not watching TV. His mind was contemplating a midnight snack of my luscious breasts.

I rolled onto my back but kept my head turned toward the TV. Ever so lightly, I felt his moist tongue caressing my right nipple, licking it repeatedly. He traced the colorful outer circle with his tongue. My nipple, being sensitive, got hard as a rock. I continued to "watch" TV the best I could.

His tongue gave way to his lips. At first, it was gentle sucking as if a baby was sucking his mother's breast. Then it got more intense. My left nipple, now standing hard and proud, was being massaged by his hand in a rhythmic motion.

I had a tingling sensation all over my body as his lips and tongue roamed intimately over both my breasts. I could no longer pretend to watch TV. I heard myself moan with enjoyment. I rotated more towards him to give him better access. As he continued to suckle my breasts, I inhaled the clean smell of his skin. It was such a turn-on for me.

My back arched. I moaned. An orgasm was about to erupt. If you have never  experienced an orgasm, you are missing the greatest feeling in the world. My  orgasm peaked and all I could do was fall limp on the bed.

He got up and turned off the light. The room filled with darkness except for the flicker of the TV. I pressed mute on the remote. There was an understanding about what was about to happen. I lay fully on my back and he on his. We had done this several times before.

As I fondled my pussy with one hand and massaged my breast with other, I fell deeper into a world of passion. My mind began to replay the feeling of his mouth on my breasts. I heard him moan just inches from me. The sounds were erotic not distracting. I heard him moan, groan, and talk dirty all while he stroked his freshly clean dick.

With each stroke of my index finger across my sensitive clit, I got closer and closer to ecstasy. Again.  I usually come first. This time was no different. About 5 minutes later, my body reared up in a spastic manner. Damn! I felt great. I still had enough control to lean over to his broad chest and pass that orgasmic intensity into his body by sucking on his nipples. It was like something out of a  sci-fi flick. I began to suck hard and steady. There have been times when I have reached down to his nuts and gently massaged them while he continued to stroke his own dick. A few moments later, his body tensed and smooth milk began to flow.