Warm daylight streams through the gaps in the curtains. The barriers between the world of sleep begin to crumble. I can hear birdsong, but this isn’t part of my dream. This must be the third time this morning, and I’ve fallen back to sleep each time, but I think it’s for real this time. My body has had enough sleep, and my mind has been wandering for hours, creating and living in an imaginary dream world, but now reality is calling me back. The soft sheets and fluffy duvet aren’t helping me wake up. I feel like I’m snug in a warm cloud, high above the world, basking in the morning sun.
Without opening my eyes, I put my hand out behind me, inching forwards until I gently caress bare, warm skin. I smile. You are still there. I’m greeted by a soft grunt. Your barriers are falling too. You start shifting gently as my hand repeatedly caresses the same part of your torso. Normally I would caress your back, but that would require me to turn over, which requires superhuman powers I do not possess. Not yet.
Your hand meets mine, touching, sending more messages to me than our mouths ever could with words alone. Then you put my hand on my hip. I might not have the strength, but you do. You put your arms around me and pull me close. I laugh lightly at the scene, my body being tugged in, caught in the Venus fly trap of your arms. You hold me tight, and our bodies touch. My back is against your torso, feeling the warmth, welcoming it, recharging my emotional batteries.
We lay there like that, just for a minute or two. You sniff my hair, then kiss my shoulder. I smile and hold your arms tight. Another kiss, another tightening of your arms. I feel warmth in here. I feel loved. I feel protected. I want to stay for hours in those arms.
I snuggle back, pushing my hips against you. Our legs touch, but that isn’t the only thing touching. Your morning wood will always make me smile, and I can feel the tip against my backside. I wiggle slightly, playfully rubbing myself against you to see the reaction. It’s instant; it gets harder and pokes me more. I smile. It’s a dangerous game, but I know what I’m getting into. Or at least, I hope I do.
“Good morning! Sleep well?” That’s what I wanted to say, but it probably sounded different, with the fog or the morning barely dissipating.
A slight grunt tells me that you did but would probably have liked to sleep in just a bit more. I now take that as a challenge to wake you up.
You turn slightly to lay on your back, and I turn around to place my head on your torso. My legs come to rest on yours. With my finger, I trace imaginary lines on your skin, circling the belly button, moving up before going back down. Occasionally, my lips kiss your skin softly, each kiss a gentle caress. And each time, my head moves down just a little bit further. I can feel you rolling your hips and belly slightly, hoping for me to go down further. Patience, love, I’m getting there.
My fingers caress further down, edging the skin just above the base of your penis. I expertly put my fingers underneath your erection without touching it. Not yet. I know you are hard, but I’ll tease you just a bit. There, I think you’ve had enough. With just the tip of my finger, I caress the skin of your cock. It jumps at my touch, twitching as I move down. I will never get tired of this view. I gently cusp your balls in my hands, ever so softly. I move my head down further so my lips can touch the head of your morning wood. One kiss. And another. And yet another. I caress the tip softly with my tongue before kissing again. I’m greeted by a tiny little clear drop forming on the tip. I love this sight on lazy weekend mornings.
I move down again slightly; I can now fit the tip in my mouth. I hear you moan slightly. If only you knew what I’d be willing to do to listen to that moan. I wrap my fingers around the shaft and slowly move my head up and down. I pull gently on the skin, exposing the entire head. It’s dry, but don’t worry; my mouth and tongue will help and keep you warm. Slow movements, we have all morning to wake up.
Again, I move down. I arch my back as I feel your hand move down my back. You wanted me to touch your cock, and I’m dying for you to touch my body too. When your hand moves to my cheeks, sliding between them, I reward you by taking more of your morning wood into my mouth and making more prolonged movements up and down. I moan softly as your fingers approach my own morning desire…
“Do you want to use my mouth?”
The answer is somewhere between an enthusiastic grunt and a moan. Your hands move to hold my head in place, and with slow movements of your hips, you start to enter my mouth, in and out softly. I wrap my lips around you and let you use my mouth as you please. The more you awaken, the more the movement is long and fast.
When you release your grip, I move up to kiss you softly. Our lips touch softly, then again, and again, each time becoming more sensual. Our wordless language, one that speaks of desire and your yearning to be inside of me. And I want to feel you inside of me too…
Now that I have more energy, I get on my hands and knees, still kissing you, still talking the language of sexual desire. Your hands move to my breasts, slouching the soft skin, pinching my nipples. I know it excites you when you hear me moan, and it excites me just as much to feel you pinch and tug. I lift my knee to be above you. I lay gently on top of you, slightly higher than you’d like. I can feel your erection on my thigh, and it isn’t going to take you long to feel the warmth of my desire between my legs. My body is yearning for contact; the contact with your skin is searing my craving for you.
As you look at my body, I sit up and bask in your gaze. I love this sensation, the desire in your eyes, the look of excitement and want. I can feel your gaze on my face, breasts, waist, and hips… I roll my hips slightly; I can feel your erection rubbing against my pussy lips… Each movement is followed by an expression on your face, and over time, I’ve learned precisely what you like. If I move just like this, my pussy lips gently touching your shaft, and my hips moving ever so slightly… I’m losing at my own game. I wanted to excite you, and I’ve won, but I’m also excited, and there is only one thing I want right now…
I put my hand behind my back, reaching down. Gently, I grab your cock. I can feel it twitch slightly, and your anticipation burns my skin. I guide the tip gently toward my soaked pussy; I lower myself just a bit and moan as you start to enter me. I let go and brace myself with both hands on the soft sheets. Slowly, I impale myself on your desire, biting my lip and moaning softly. My muscles can’t yet support my weight, so I impale myself entirely on you. With a mixture of my saliva on your cock and my drenched pussy, there is no resistance, and I welcome you fully.
I take a second or two to get my breath back. It feels so good to have you inside me as if two become one. I can slowly ride you by moving my hips forward and backward. I can feel your length and girth rubbing my soft, warm insides.
I’m waking up gently, and my strength is returning, fuelled by my burning desire to see your pleasure. I place my palms on the soft sheets and raise myself onto my feet. By spreading my legs, I can offer you a view of my pussy swallowing your entire shaft. I raise my hips as much as possible until the tip of your manhood is about to escape my grip before sitting back down again. The look on your face is fantastic; I’m basking in your glow. You prop your head up with your arms below the pillow and smile as I bounce up and down on you. That lip bite will get me every time…
My thighs are burning at this point. I’m relieved when your palms come up and support my weight. You are holding me up; now it is your turn to move. Your hips move rhythmically, pushing yourself into me; faster and faster. I start moaning loudly, and I can feel the eyes roll into the back of my head. I lose control, and you continue your movement, your hips bouncing off the mattress to push hard into me, again and again, faster and faster.
You can hold me no longer, and my muscles are burning. I drop onto you, pushing you deep inside me. I lean my head back, biting my lip. I was so close to an orgasm! Then I feel one hand on my breasts, kneading, pinching my nipples. I look into your eyes. You know how close I was. I see you put your thumb in your mouth, humidify it with your tongue, and then your hand moves down between my legs. With my thighs open like this and my pussy lips spread wide to welcome your girth, my clitoris is fully exposed. You expertly place your thumb, and the circular movements make me tremble.
I can barely move. I try to move up and down your shaft, but your touch has me frozen. I can scarcely even grind your thumb. I’m moaning loudly. I am exposed to you, to your gaze. That perverted smile… You know I’ve lost control; you know that I cannot escape. I can feel it rise, an explosion coming directly from the contact with your thumb. It’s building up like a steam boiler, ready to explode from the pressure. It’s coming, it’s…
It arrives as a long, powerful moan. My mouth is wide open, and my eyes are too. I’m glued to your twisted smile. I am completely under your spell. Unable to move, you continue to caress my clitoris; my eyes are begging you to stop; this is too much. I can’t move; I can’t escape. The second wave rushes up, washing away the moan and replacing it with what we could almost call a scream. My body is trembling; I’m holding on as tight as I can, and yet you still keep on torturing me softly with your thumb. Just before I collapse, you stop, holding me by the waist. I can see your smile beaming as my view turns into a kaleidoscope through tears. I close my eyes; I’m on cloud nine for just a moment. My senses are drowned out by the burning orgasm coursing through my veins. There is no point in resisting. I don’t know if you are holding me or even if you are talking to me. My body is consumed by a fire that started deep inside me.
As the waves begin to subside, I return slowly back to reality.
I collapse onto you as we both pant for breath. My mouth reaches yours, and I kiss you, seeking your tongue, begging it to dance with mine. You bite my lower lips softly; you haven’t had enough. Neither have I, my love, neither have I.
I lift my hips slowly, feeling you leave me slowly. Your cock slides out slowly, and I hear a little whimper as your cock slaps back down on your skin. Don’t worry; this won’t take long. I lift my leg, turn around, and come back on top of you, my back towards you, reverse cowgirl. I know you love the view, and I love to offer this view to you. I move my hips slowly, asking, begging you to put your manhood back inside me. Please.
You grab your cock and move the tip to my entrance. I take the opportunity to impale myself again, turning my head to see the pleasure on your face. Your eyes are fixed on my backside, watching almost in fascination as you slide gently into me, deeply. Again, I move slowly to find the exact point where I can keep you inside me before sliding down the entirety of your shaft. My movements are rhythmic and slow, a gentle start to the day. I shudder when I feel your hand on me, on my hip, moving down between my cheeks, contouring my greedy pussy lips, and then moving on upwards to my ass. You hear me moan as your thumb, now damp with my excitement, gently tickles the entrance. I lose my rhythm as you gently push your thumb into me, moaning loudly as pleasure takes control. I know why you are doing this, and I’m waiting for you. You are going to take control, to move me as you want, as fast as you want, and as deep as you want. You are going to use my hole as a handle for your pleasure. And it’s driving me crazy with anticipation.
Then it starts. You guide me gently but firmly, almost using my body as your own sex toy. You want to use me; you want me to move on you; at this exact speed, at this exact depth. My pussy is there for your pleasure, and by guiding me, you are showing me where you are the most sensitive, the pinnacle of your pleasure. Don’t think about my pleasure; believe me, being used by you is getting me close to my second orgasm.
When I start to hear you grunt, I know you are close. Your hand still uses me like a handle, and your other hand slaps me hard. A sharp sting of pain, followed by a burning sensation, not unlike the one I have when you look at me with desire. I bite my lip and smile briefly before letting myself go again.
I’m drunk from excitement; “fuck” is just about the only word I can say right now. I swing my head around to get my hair out of my eyes, and you seize the chance to grab my hair, wrap it around in a makeshift ponytail, and pull me back. I can only just keep my hands on the sheets, but my head is pulled back. I couldn’t escape, not even if I wanted to, but I’m yours to use as you wish.
You suddenly pull out from underneath me, and your legs disappear from between mine. I barely have the time to understand when you grab me firmly by the waist, pulling me back. In just seconds, you are back inside me. Ramming me hard, I can feel your balls smack against my clitoris, harder each time. Your thumb again looks for its safe spot, wriggling inside me. The tenderness has temporarily disappeared. You know I’m close; you can hear it in my voice and see it by how my hands are trying to tear the sheets from the bed. I’m close… Just like that… I’m really close… Please… Please!
It starts deep inside me and spreads out. It reaches my knees, making me weak. Please hold on to me; please don’t let go… It moves up, through my belly, through my lungs as I scream (don’t worry about the neighbors, they are used to it by now). My arms weaken as my shoulders fall to the mattress. My moaning is more muffled as I bite into the sheets; my hands grasp at the sheets, trying to hold on as wave after wave of pleasure makes my entire body shake. While I orgasm repeatedly, I can feel you ramming my body with your manhood, hear your grunts, and know you are close.
I know I’ve already asked, but… please… Please!
When you hold me tight and pull me hard towards you when you give one final large thrust, I know you are emptying yourself deep inside me. Your movements slow down, but your force is still there, pushing yourself deeper and deeper inside me. Those grunts, those moans that arrive in my brain through the haze of my orgasm, prolong my pleasure…
You have slowed down, moving very slowly inside me. I can feel you twitch every second or so, softer and softer. Those hands that held my skin so tight as to leave white marks are now gently caressing my skin, softly following the curves of my body. Your moans have gently died out and are now replaced by a panting sound. My body is drenched in sweat, and I can feel the heat radiate from yours.
You pull gently out, and even after my second orgasm, I still bite my lip. I miss your cock already. I can feel drops of your seed slowly tracing a line down my thigh. You collapse on the bed beside me, and I push my knees backward to lie beside you. Your chest is heaving, and so is mine. You barely have enough energy to do so, but you open your arms, and I gently slide into them. My sticky body glues itself to yours. I look you deep in the eyes while you do the same, your fingers twiddling my hair. We kiss slowly, taking breaks to breathe. Our heartbeats slowly calm down together.
I close my eyes and nuzzle myself into your chest. I kiss your skin softly. I can hear your heart pounding inside your chest, but it is slowing down. Your hand moves down my back, caressing my skin softly. My muscles ache, but nothing that a shower won’t fix.
As I lay there, in your arms, I feel loved. We are soaking the sheets with our combined sweat and your seed, but this is where I want to be. Right here. Right now. Just like this. I feel protected in those arms. I feel loved; I feel cherished.
Your breathing is becoming slower and more rhythmic. I think you are falling asleep again. I think I am too.
Good morning <3
