Sunday morning

It’s Sunday morning, I roll over and your side of the bed is already cold. I’m sad for a second, but am hit with the enticing scent of bacon frying and coffee brewing. My two biggest weaknesses. I get out of bed, a little sore from last night. I slip on your shirt from the night before and walk barefoot towards the kitchen. I’m a little caught off guard when I see you’re tight naked butt sticking out of the refrigerator. I let out a little giggle and you turn, hitting your head. I let out a full on laugh when you turn and are wearing a floral pink ruffled apron.

“Well that apron will never be the same in my eyes.” I laugh as you put your hands on your hips. You say,

“Not a good look for Me? I kind of think the color works well with my eyes.”

It is indeed working for more than just your eyes, I think to myself.

“I woke up and you were gone, but I smelled bacon so all is now forgiven.” I tell you, walking past to get some coffee.

“Oh, I would have thought I would have been points ahead with as many times as you came last night.” You say with a cocky grin that I want to kiss off.

“Pretty sure of yourself huh, how do you know I wasn’t faking it?”

“Honey, if you were faking it I would know. I bet right now even with this ridiculous apron on you are wet for me under my shirt.” He laughs turning around to turn the burner on the stove off.

“Why don’t you come over here and find out, for scientific research purposes of course.” I shoot you a wicked smile and push myself up onto the counter. You step up in between my legs and kiss me for the first time this morning. You give me those slow long licks of your tongue that you know drive me wild.

“Not fair.” I pant inbetween kisses. “This is cheating, you kissed me like that and well now I’m…”

“Soaking the granite? I made your little pussy wet from kissing you, didn’t I? Oops, guess there’s no need to check now is there?” You say backing up a little. I grab the front of the apron and pull you back to me.

“No way are you getting off that easy mister! You cheated in our little game and will now have to pay the price.” I tell you biting my lip and staring into your beautiful eyes. “Your punishment will be to pleasure me till I say you can stop.”

“Oh baby, that’s not a punishment. That’s a challenge. I bet you will beg me to stop long before I will ever be done with you.”

“Cocky, cocky man. I guess we will have to see who comes out out on top.” I start to giggle at my own joke, but you stop me with another one of those panty melting kisses. You lift the shirt over my head and start to kiss down my neck. Your tongue and lips seem as if they never once lift up from my skin as you work your way down. You suck one nipple into your mouth and flick it expertly with your tongue. You kiss to my other breast and do the same. You look up into my eyes and lick your lips. You drop down to your knees and widen my hips with your shoulders. You scoot my ass closer to the edge of the counter and tell me,

“Don’t lift your hands off this counter. Do it and I’ll stop. I won’t let you cum.”

With a pout, I nod my head in aggreance. Using your index finger you slowly trace the folds of my pussy. I feel your hot breath on me as you open me up to your gaze.

“Jesus woman, you’re so beautiful.”

I let out a moan when I feel the tip of your finger enter me. Then I feel the warm moist pressure of your tongue on my clit. You suck it into your mouth and hold it there for a moment, torturing me. I hear you chuckle and I  almost want to slap the top of your head, but think better of it. You continue to lick me slowly from my pussy opening to my clit, back and forth so many times I lost count. You swirl your tongue over my clit while adding another finger inside me. I look down and see thay your hand is soaked from my pussy. Each time I get close to an orgasm, you back off and change your angle. I’m making incoherent noses, just moaning and begging loudly. I feel you add a third finger and start to fuck my pussy harder. You reach my g-spot and stroke it while giving me those delicious licks on my clit.

At this point I’m just saying please over and over again. I want to move my hands and hold your head in place and ride your tongue, but I know you will stop and I need to cum so fucking bad I would almost do anything for it. You must be tired of torturing me and finally stay in one spot licking and pumping your hand  simultaneously. As I start to cum, I feel you remove your fingers and put your mouth at my opening and lick up my flood of juices. I bet if I looked down at you instead of squeezing my eyes shut, I would see them dripping down your chest. You move back up to my clit and torture me all over again with tiny little licks. I’m so sensitive, but I’ll lose if I tell you to stop. So I just ride the wave of several orgasms in a row.

“OMG, I think you’re trying to kill me!!” I say panting and feeling like my heart is going to beat out of my chest.

Chuckling, you stand up and wipe your face with the back of your hand and say, “I thought you were going to give in there a few times, but since you didn’t I’m going to have to do something else now.”

I see your erection picking up the front of the apron and decide not to laugh, you have that look in your eyes and tone of voice that suggests right now isn’t the time for a joke.

You lift the apron up and stroke your hard cock from the root to the tip. Its wet with precum and I want so bad to taste it. You step up closer and place your cock my entrance. You start sliding it up and down my length and go as far down as my asshole a few times. You give me a wicked smile and roughly push into me. You kiss me and our tongues and teeth are clashing together so hard. You start to pump your hips as I wrap my legs around your waist. You are hitting so many amazing spots, sliding in and out of me. My clit is grazing you in just the right way. I rake my nails along your back. I feel the sheen of sweat there. I dig my heels into your ass as I bite your earlobe.

“Fuck, baby you better fucking cum right now. Cum right now on this cock. All fucking over it. I wanna feel your pussy juice running down my balls.”

You are pumping into me and my clit is on fire, and I try to hold you close as I cum.

“That’s it baby, yes! Fucking cum.”

I hold on tight to you as you continue to pump into me, your movements growing wilder with each stroke. The kitchen is all wet noises, skin slapping skin and moans. You straighten a little and push in deep and stay there. I feel your cock harden even more you then start twitching inside me. Pumping me so full of your cum.

You lean up and kiss me. You push my hair back from my face and gently kiss my forehead. You pull out of me and say, “I think that was a tie, get your ass to the bedroom. I’m about to make you regret this game.”

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