Most often, we enjoy tender lovemaking - taking our time - slowly building the stimulation. But there are times… 

We were sat in the lounge, having a cup of tea and chatting away. Not about anything in particular, just relaxing. But I was suddenly struck by her beauty again, as if for the first time. My feelings grew rapidly, like one of those cartoon snowballs that is soon picking up trees and whole buildings. I thought about how sweet she is, and how much we love each other. I fondly recalled how amazing our recent love making has been. 

I remember fixating on the sweet sound of her laughter and the sight of her precious smile, but the rest is a bit hazy. I do know that I had closed the space between us on the couch and we were now in a strong embrace and a deep kiss. Our lips mashed together, mouths open, tongues engaged in a duel of passion. 

As I tugged at her t-shirt, she was unbuttoning my dress shirt. I don't know what flipped my switch exactly, but it seemed that my excitement had flipped hers. We broke our kiss long enough to remove her shirt, but our lips were drawn back together with the magnetism of our desire. My shirt was being removed as I felt the lace of her bra cup crinkle in my hand. Her arousal showed by the firmness of her nipples. 

My hand went to the clasp and her breasts were soon free. My mouth encompassing the suddenly exposed nipple. The duel continued, but my tongues partner was now her stiff peak. Moaning and pulling my head tighter to her chest, she then reached to undo my jeans.

My hands had already unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her cargos. Her hips rose as I slid the pants and knickers off her.

They were cast aside and my face was now working on her pussy lips - the passion and fervor having grown. I love her scent and her taste, especially when she is aroused. Add to that the sound of her pleasurable moaning. This was a symphony for my senses.

I worked free of my pants as I lapped at her sensitive lips and clit. I had to have her! The urgency was overwhelming. 

My fat cock was rock hard as I knelt up, holding it in my hand, placing it between her swollen lips. I leaned forward and kissed her - controlling the urgency of my kiss, so that it matched the speed at which I pushed deep inside her.

We both groaned into our kiss. Lips mashing harder together as she stretched around my throbbing member. Our pace was rapid from the onset. We could both sense our orgasms rising.

I broke from our kiss and attached my lips to her neck. She moaned. Our orgasms began to swell. Her hands cupping my arse, urging me faster, harder, deeper. Her head tilted to the side and back. My right hand in the small of her back - holding her as our hips collided furiously.

Our explosions were nearly simultaneous, seeming to trigger each other. Our grunts had changed to a near howl. The muscles of her vagina spasmed and milked every bit of pleasure from me. Our pace slowed, but my arousal kept me very hard as I continued to slowly slide all the way in and out.

Now resting my head on her heaving chest, we both attempted to catch our breath. 

"Where did that come from, Hank?" she asked.

"Well, Mary, I think it started with your smile!"