[MF] Sunday morning lovemaking

It’s a random Sunday morning. Feeling you rustling around in the bed stirs me awake. You always wake up before me, and you know I like to sleep longer so you try not to disturb me. But you get bored easily and want my attention. Sometimes it bugs me but I love you for it anyways. It feels good knowing you want my company, plus it usually works out well for me.

I turn my head and look over my shoulder. The sun is bright, shining through the open blinds. You’re facing the window so I can’t see your face. I wonder if she’s actually awake or not. My eyes trace the silhouette of your body. Your long blonde hair is tied up in a bun, providing me a view of your slender neck. I love the way it feels to bury my face in it, and rub my lips from your earlobe down to your shoulders. The blanket is pulled down to your waist, you always hated having it up over your arms.

I turn over with intentions of spooning up behind you. Hearing me moving, you turn halfway over to look at me. The light cascades over those wonderful, supple tits of yours as you turn. They’re held together by your favorite Calvin Klein bra. Instincts overcome my thoughts and my eyes automatically zip down to your cleavage. You notice me looking of course. I know what you want, you horny animal, your eyes speak to me as we catch each others eyes. You shift back to face away from me and pull the stray hairs off of your neck, inviting me to come closer. I comply.

*wiggle, roll, grunt*

My right arm slips underneath your head and my left drapes over your hip. You shimmy backwards into me as I press forward. The entire length of our bodies press against one another, igniting all of my nerve endings. You sigh at the comfort of being snuggled and embraced. I plant a few light kisses behind your earlobe and I feel goosebumps rise on your skin. Your hips roll into me involuntarily.

“Morning, babe.” I quietly mumble into your ear. You let out a sweet little moan in response, not actually saying any words but I know what you’re saying. It’s strange how the years of knowing one another mean we don’t have to say anything anymore.

I run my fingers lightly across your exposed skin. We always loved doing this, giving each other the chills. For some reason it always sends “you’re horny!” messages down to my hip region when it happens. I imagine it does the same for you. I continue to run up and down your neck with my lips. You shiver. From this angle I can see down your chest and deep into the thin fabric holding your tits, the soft skin so inviting. Looks like my efforts are getting the proper response, as your nipples have hardened up and are pressing through your bra.

I can’t resist it anymore, and I lightly run my fingertips down your chest and dip into your cleavage. Your breathing shifts and I can hear it speeding up. I cup one of your tits and rub your nipple through the thin cotton. Another sharp exhale. Your nipples were always so fun to play with, so sensitive. It’s so weird – I can feel it in my vagina when you play with them. I love knowing intimately how your body works.

Eventually my teasing causes a response from you. You turn and plant a thick, heavy kiss on me, pushing me back and rolling onto me and straddle my hips. You lift up and adjust my cock from the awkward position it was in so that it lays on my happy trail, and your clit presses against me. It’s warm down there. You free your tits from their cage and they jiggle into their natural resting place on your chest. Your nipples, the size of half dollars, look so delicious. You’re fucking beautiful. I’m torn between love for you and lust. I’m full of both right now.

You grab my hands and pull them up to hold your tits. It’s not often that you direct me but I love when you do. It means you’re very, very horny – yum. You rock your hips back and forth, rubbing your pussy along my shaft. The underwear are in the way so we quickly shimmy them off. Holy shit, you are horny, aren’t you? The wetness that meets my most sensitive area tells me everything. You’re kissing my neck and rubbing your hands all over my chest, grinding your labia around my cock. You’re so wet that I can hear it when you pull your hips off of me. Feeling how turned on you are turns ME on. This will be good.

“Holy fuck, I want you” I state the obvious. You plant your lips on mine, hold them against me and reach down to guide my cock into you. Mmmmmmm. The first push in is always incredible. Warmth, wetness, tight pressure, inch by inch until our pubic bones meet. Your voice shakes as you mumble how good it feels.

It’s a soft, sensual session. You’re slowly rocking your hips on me, pulling all the way off of me so just the tip of my cock rests at your entrance before pushing back in. It’s the kind of sex that really only works without condoms. The velvety ridges of your canal massaging me on every thrust. My eyes eat up the display of your curves as you grind into me.

The blinds are still open…..

I live in a high rise, with another building just across the street. I have an exhibitionist streak in me. Especially with you. The sexy blonde with wide hips and swelling tits, eyes closed and filled to the hilt with dick. With my dick. Deep down, I wish someone would look over and see us. It makes me feel powerful, because I know everyone would be jealous. The whole situation has me about to lose my composure.

I grab your hips and stop you. Your eyes open and you look into mine, you know that I’m close. “Off” I say. It’s not so much a command as it is an offer. I know you need to cum. Sometimes when I stop you, you fight back and keep riding, knowing that I’m powerless to stop you. This time you nod in agreement. Your lips turn up and you giggle quickly in excitement.

Like clockwork you place your hips at the edge of the bed and I find my way to the floor. You spread your legs and settle in. Your pussy is so cute. You just had it waxed at the end of the week, and it is silky smooth. Your lips are swollen with arousal, your soft folds spread slightly and capped by your clit peeking out from its hood.

Long slow strokes are first. My tongue flat and soft. Your moaning picks up instantly. Two fingers slide in and press, tap, and rub on your g spot. Your hands run through my hair. I change techniques and wrap my lips around your clit. I suck on it and pull it into my mouth. My tongue flicks back and forth over it. You’re bucking your hips into my face. Moaning frantically. My tongue moves faster and faster as I know you’re getting close. Your whole body rolling now, I see your abs flex. You curl forward and announce that you’re cumming. All of the muscles in your face are tensed, you scream, slam your head back into the bed and cum hard. I stop moving, but keep my mouth close to you, keeping my warm breath flowing over your now sensitive clit. I playfully give it another light flick, and your whole body convulses. Another. Another. I again feel the love of knowing how your body works. It’s so much fun.

The involuntary post orgasm smile kicks in and you laugh. “Holy shit, that might be the hardest I’ve ever cum.” I laugh and reply, “good.”

I’m pulled up to the bed and you stand inbetween my legs while I sit at the edge. I love your size, as when I’m sitting up like this your tits are always right at my face level. I bury myself in them. You pull my chin up and plant a deep kiss on me. This is the loving aspect of our relationship. I feel extremely connected with you. It’s a high that I’m addicted to.

“I can taste my cum on your lips-”

Pause, eye contact, two breaths. Anticipation.

“-I like it.”

Cue the mental fireworks. God damn I love this woman.

You lick your cum off of my face from my chin up to my lips and we mash our tongues together.

God damn, I LOVE THIS WOMAN!

We’re back to the lust part of our relationship. You’re my little freak, my nymphomaniac. You straddle me, your tits in my face, I suck on your nipples. Down you go, lowering yourself onto my cock. Somehow you’re even wetter. Your cum coats my cock. All reservations are gone as we work together to bring me to climax. My eyes slam shut at the power of the feelings you’re giving me.

“Yes, baby, cum inside me! Fill me with your cum, please! Yes!”

It’s almost like I can feel the endorphins shooting out through my brain and coursing through my veins. If you weren’t in top of me I’m sure my cum would’ve hit the ceiling. Good thing you’re there to catch all of it.

I come back to earth. I open my eyes and see your beautiful face again. You lower your body down to me and embrace me, your face pressed against my chest. I love those moments after we’ve finished while I’m still inside of you, spent, our cum mixing together. It’s a very primal satisfaction.

We chat idly for a minute about the parts of the sex we liked. You draw with your fingers on the skin on my arm. “I still didn’t get to taste your cum yet,” you mention. I perk up and look you in the eye. A devious pair stares back at me.

You lift off and kneel down before me. Our eyes locked together, you open your mouth and extend your tongue. Warmth again finds me, as you lap at my balls. “Mmm, I love how we taste together.” You slurp up some of the cum that leaked out onto my abs. Your lips wrap around my head and you clean our cum off.

The display of horniness and wanton lust for me exerts a power over me. My cock stiffens back up while you stroke it and bob your head up and down.

I stop you.

“Mmm…want to go again?”

Another squeal of excitement from you as you bubbly nod your head in agreement and hop up onto the bed.

“I knew I could convince you!” you proudly reply.

And we’re back at it – kissing and thrusting, humping and grinding. It’s so hard to get away from you. How is it that someone can be so irresistible?

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