I found myself fully awake around 3.30 am on a Valentine’s Day – distraught that my beloved creature’s form was missing from our conjugal bed. Perhaps, I figured, he’d managed to fall asleep on the couch again. He mostly always does whenever he’s busy working on his big projects. Either way, the moment I managed to get out of bed to dress up (in my usual wet suit + bikini top+ hoodie) and out the bedroom I found his sleeping form sprawled, half of his body on the dining table, laptop open, and a tiny black and red heart card that he made himself. On it, it said “Happy Valentine’s *insert my name here * !” w/ other cheesy dedications of love and an amalgamation of glitter on the card and on the table.
Was I touched? Yes. I was always a fan of his handmade gifts and romantic gestures because 1) I am a sucker for romance 2) I like being flattered. Ha! Beyond that I managed to close his laptop and take off his glasses without him stirring. I also left a little post-it note on his forehead saying: BRB. Procuring Russian pastries + surfing. <3 you! : *
After surfing, after obtaining the pastries I immediately went home around 7 am feeling quite predatory or horny. Was it the cold, stupid San Franciscan water? Perhaps. Well when I got home he was gone from where I’d last left him. But there had been pot of coffee brewed and some fresh fruit sliced – that indicated there was movement from his part.
I entered the bedroom and found him there, sleeping on his back, and our blanket on the floor. Perfect, I told myself as I proceeded to unbutton and wiggle out of my shorts and those low-rise baby blue panties I’d owned since high school. I crept up towards his form, clutching my panties, as I carefully parted his legs before I nuzzled that thing in between his legs. There: his body worked for me, my hands carefully peeling off his blue dinosaur themed boxer briefs and my tongue finding the head of his cock. I gave it a little lick and found him stir and give off a sigh before licking it again and eventually letting my lips envelop the head. I continued to do that up until I felt that he was throbbing and that he was hard enough to…fuck.
The moment my mouth parted from his shaft was where I found him conscious saying, “Honey bee?” And where I found myself, crawling up to his body, and sitting on his cock. I grabbed his face to kiss him, hard – with his tip brushing against my wet slit only because I am a mere 14 inches smaller than he is. Once I was done with the kiss, I immediately shoved my panties in his mouth as I grabbed him by the throat, my lips brushing against his earlobe saying, “Stay still silly bear, I read your letter and I’m giving you what you want –“ then nibbled on it before letting my tongue trail down his neck up to kiss his chest.
I impaled myself on his shaft, moaning his name as I feel myself spread against him. His hands had managed to grab on to my wrist as he sat up and spat my panties out. He kissed him, mewling in my lips as I found my arms wrap around his neck – my chest pressed against his while his hands trailed up my sides – thumbs under the curve of my breasts.
I felt myself being hoisted up and slammed against the bed. I moaned in protest as I felt his cock slide out of me but quickly take the complaint back as I felt it get shoved inside me again and again and again up until he came inside me.
Afterwards we spent the entire day ending up in each other’s arms trying to fulfill what was in his letter: *I want to make a Scorpio with you* –
The End.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5u9snt/mf_where_the_end_result_could_be_a_scorpio