[MF] The First Morning

I wake to the sensation of something moving, touching my face, my hair and realize it is him. His hand gently brushing my hair from my face. I’m still foggy headed, half asleep. As I slowly awaken, I feel happy, safe, so warm. His fingers run across my forehead and trace around to my lips. I open my mouth and he slides a finger in for me to lick, then the tip of his thumb for me to suck for a moment.

“Are you awake?” his deep voice rumbles in my ear. All I can manage is a quiet affirmative grunt. The night’s activities have left me aching in places, and I feel I could doze off again at any moment. But I am enjoying the attentions of his hand, so soft and gentle. He kisses my forehead, eyes, and nose. His hands feel so good petting my head, my soft grey hair must surely be a mess of tangles, but I can’t bring myself to care. He leans in further and kisses me on the lips, a gentle pressure on the corner of my mouth, I can feel his beard tickling my skin. I turn towards him, wanting his masculine taste. He slides his tongue into my mouth as I open for him, kissing him back lazily.

A few moments more and then he lifts his head. I try to raise mine to keep touching his lips, but his hand gently presses me back down. “No,” he murmurs, ” just lay back and let me savour you.” Such a request. I give in easily. He has learned so quickly how to turn me on. Without touching any other part of my body, his words have sent a rush of tingling to my pussy. My lazy feeling of sleepiness is quickly dissipating.

His tongue licks softly at the side of my neck, just under my ear. Then I feel the sharp nip of teeth, quickly replaced by hot warm licks. All down the side of my neck he does this, then switches sides and once again there is the contrast of the warm soft licks and sharp nips of teeth. I can’t help moaning now. Turning my head to let him have me. Stretching my long, slender neck. I have a moment of thought. He hasn’t even touched my breasts, let alone my pussy, yet I am already feeling moisture leaking from the folds.

He keeps his hands from touching me, using his mouth only as he licks from my neck to the middle of my body, down between my breasts. I feel a moist heat where he licks me and as he moves along, the damp areas quickly feel cool. The contrast is noticeable. My skin has become my sex organ, my whole body, tingling, tight, and yet so relaxed and soft.

From between my breasts his tongue moves up the soft slope of one breast, leaving the trail of heat then cold, until he comes to my nipple. I am desperate to feel his tongue there. I know it will send delight shivering through me. But as I wait, he simply breathes on me. Gently blowing on my nipple, almost licking, but not. I push my chest upwards towards his mouth, wanting more so desperately.

“Uh uh.” He tells me. “Behave.” And as soon as I lay back he leans forward and begins to cover my nipple with tiny licks. My head is tossing from side to side. I want to shove my tit into his mouth, to grab his head and pull him in closer, to demand he suck on me, demand a faster attention. And yet, I also feel the desire to let him set the pace this time, to let him guide me in this exploration.

My breathe quickens, my moans escaping from my mouth, he finally takes my nipple into his mouth, so warm on my highly sensitive tip and as he sucks on it, he rubs his tongue up and down. I am moaning more loudly. Then he takes his mouth away. “Nooo,” I groan and reach for his head. His hands grab mine, fingers intertwined and push my hands to the bed. His mouth turns to my other breast, damp nipple tightened, the cold air keeping it hard. He repeats the attention again, breathing, licking, sucking, and once again I am moaning in pleasure.

This time when he lifts his head, he smiles at me. I’ve been watching him suck on my breasts, the sight of his bearded face against my breasts a visual excitement. Now he reminds me of our many conversations about my newfound interest in my asshole. Having it touched, licked, perhaps even penetrated. He wants to take me to this new place. I want it. Now. He smiles even wider, quickly kissing my lips and releasing my hands, his own slide to my hips, caressing, running between my legs, spreading them and lifting them to his shoulders.

This time it is he who groans. The male sound makes me smile. I know he enjoys the view he now has. My pussy, the swollen inner lips protruding from the outer ones. My puckered asshole below. He lowers his head and begins to lick, still gently, at the wetness he finds in my pussy. He pushes my knees further apart, keeping my heels on his shoulders. His breath is hot on my cunt, tongue sliding between pussy lips, then sucking on them before sliding up towards my clit. As he sucks on it, he slides his fingers into my soaking pussy. In and out, two, then three. All the while his mouth is fastening to my clit, sucking or pressing his tongue up against it hard. I can’t help myself now, my hips are thrusting towards him. I am trying to hold back. I know there is more to come.

I feel a slipper finger run along the area between my pussy and ass, gently running over my hole there, over it, around it, massaging, rubbing. The pressure, the slick sensation of almost pushing in. I am completely giving him my body for sex, for ecstasy. His hands leave my body for a minute and I hear him open the lube. Just the thought that he wants this to feel good for me, that he wants me to want it, is turning me on. His fingers come back, more slippery, running over my asshole, He sits back and looks. I watch his face. Such concentration. I see his cock, hard, throbbing, yet he hasn’t touched himself or let me reach a hand towards him. This is all about me right now.

He leans back in, barely realizing that I am watching him. His mouth is back on my pussy, tongue pressing into my clit. His fingers are once again stroking my ass, all around the hole. And then he sucks on my clit with the strongest pressure yet and at the same time I feel his finger slide very gently into my ass, barely inside me. He keeps it there until I start to pump my hips. Slowly, gently, he keeps it there. He rests his tongue against my clit and starts to slide in and out with his finger. Not going any deeper. Now my hands are touching his head, skin over bone, sliding to the back, soft, short hairs tickling my palms. I don’t encourage or push, simply wanting to touch him.

Briefly he lets me run my hands on him, then sits back again and watches my pussy and ass and what he is doing to me. The feeling of his finger in my ass is so different from fingers in my pussy. He groans, hearing my moans and whimpers I make as his finger penetrates my asshole more. Then he pulls it out, massages all around my hole, then slides it back in, a little deeper.

A soft, drawn out, “Ah, fuck,” escapes me. He slides deeper. Then back out. When he slides it back in, his index finger slides into my pussy. Now he is fucking me with his fingers, my pussy, my ass, both sending shivers through me, as he keeps up the slow, short strokes. Almost more intimate, a new way to feel the pleasure we have been wanting to share.

He keeps the same speed, same strokes, a thumb now pressed to my clit. As I writhe, I feel my climax building. He is moaning now and then, small words, “yes,” “good,” “fuck,” taken in by my body’s joy in the moment. My head rolls side to side, my hips still moving, as I cum, my pussy walls clenching on his finger, and with the pressure of his finger in my asshole, I feel a new dimension, a fuller, deeper shuddering take over my body. My groans are loud, nothing held back.

As the ecstasy subsides, he slowly withdraws his hand and when I open my eyes, I realize he has been intently watching me cum. The hand from my pussy now grips his cock as he strokes himself.

I am not done. He will have me fully. He presses his cock head against my dripping, throbbing pussy, positioning my hips with his hands, legs over his shoulders again, he thrusts into me, ramming in, filling me. He drops his shoulders to my chest, weight on my body as his hands reach underneath me, gripping my ass cheeks and he continues, pushing, in and out, harder, picking up speed. I can’t think. This on top of the just-finished-orgasm has me completely taken over. I can only be there, be the pussy for him to fuck. To take his pleasure now, to pump into me with his hard thickness.

The thrusting, almost pounding, combined with the residual feeling left in my asshole sets off another orgasm, deeper in me this time. He doesn’t stop or slow but continues fucking me. I want to say yes, fuck me, harder, but I can’t form words. His weight is pressing down on me. Then I feel him thrust and hold still, his cock throbbing as his juices shoot into me, deeper. His own deep groans are loud in my ear, his head beside mine. A few more thrusts and he collapses on me. Satisfied.

I run my hands over his back, his ass, gripping him with my legs. “Oh, fucking hell, that was good,” I mutter. He manages a low chuckle as he slides out of me and to my side, an arm pulling me in closely, bearded face nuzzling my sensitive neck. “Yes,” he replies, “and we still have a few more days.” The two of us, exhausted and spent doze off. My last thought is, “This trip is turning out to have been a marvellous idea.”

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