I turned over, briefly waking up to the loveliest sight: ambient light from the night pouring through our bedroom window and cascading onto your naked, perfectly-curved and exposed body. Oddly, you weren’t under the blankets, per your normal routine because you are easily chilled. I must have tired you out to the point that you didn’t care, or you were still warm from what we did a few hours ago. Nevertheless, I was more than happy with the scene you were giving me. The cool bedroom air caused goosebumps to populate every square inch of your uncovered body, and I swear this is nothing less than some Artist-designed scene because this could not be more perfectly staged.
Careful not to disturb you, I rise to my knees and sit with my hamstrings pressed against the back of my calves. My diamond-hard cock has already decided what I’m going to do, evidenced by the precum that leaks from my thick, dark-crimson head. But, I have to study you for a while longer. You. Look. Absolutely. *AMAZING*.
You lie asleep on your right side, most of the front of your body turned toward me with the window behind you. Your right arm sits stretched out below your head while your left arm has found its place underneath your left breast—”*Flawless tits*”, I think to myself. You’ve drawn your left knee slightly up toward your abdomen, hiding that part of you that is still calling to me with its intoxicating scent that hasn’t ceased wafting through the air. I smell your wetness and must force myself to not take you then and there. My hips buck forward as my member tries to pull me toward your sumptuous ass that softly reflects the dim lighting in the room.
*Those goosebumps…DEAR GOD!* I swear my hose is trying to tear itself from my body to get at you.
Just hours before, we physically loved each other. It was slow, thoughtful and gentle—everything and more that our lovemaking usually is. The folds of your magnificent pussy nourished me with its cream, covering my lips, mustache and full beard as you rode my face, cumming over and over again. Your pussy periodically tightened as I switched back and forth between sucking your clitoris and fucking you with my tongue. Though you straddled my face, the ecstasy was almost too much for you, because I had to continuously hold you steady with a tight grip on that ass. It was that, or you fell over. Other than my hands stabilizing you on your hips and plush booty, you had to lean forward with your hands pressed firmly against the wall just to ground you in the moment. Between gasps, you called me names and assigned me titles that were fit for a king, and all they did was encourage me further.
When you could stand no more, you relocated your delicate, supple mound to my throbbing, veiny girth. The dichotomy of hard and soft coming together was breathtaking. As you grabbed me at the base, you giggled at the fact that your cream had colored my black beard the thickest of white. “You look like you’ve aged, baby. I’m sorry about that.”
“That’s not age. It’s experience.” I said with a chuckle. “Now, have a seat.”
You got in the saddle, your hungry pussy almost fully accepting my cock—the only thing that would satisfy its craving. It was all about you and getting you off, and the entirety of my body was the necessary tool to do it. I shot a thick load into you, and you came until your heart was content. You fell asleep on top of me, your head in my chest, as I held you with one hand and stroked your hair with the other. My shaft stayed inside of you until you were sound asleep, and I carefully withdrew from you and helped you dismount your stallion of a husband.
I woke hours later to….*this*.
Now, looking at you, I didn’t care about being gentle. This one was going to be all about me. I was going to have my way with you, and though I love you, I didn’t care about disrupting your sleep.
I was straddling your legs within seconds, my black wood hovering above this splendid, magnificently round ass of yours. I brushed my dick against your left cheek, feeling your softness that begged to be kneaded. With my left hand, I fondled your ass and slightly split your cheeks to catch a direct view of the source of that exhilarating scent. Though you were asleep, you would be wide awake within seconds. My precum-covered head played at your vulva as I reveled in the thought, “*You are mine for the taking.*” You groaned just a bit, stirring but still swimming in unconsciousness. I opened your lips as my muscle pushed its way in just an inch, and I heard *that sound* of penetrated, thick wetness we men ***LOVE*** to hear when our women let us in.
It was all I could do not to spray inside you right then.
I withdrew my head for one last rub against your ass cheeks, and though I didn’t want this one to be gentle, I am still your considerate, thoughtful lover: I delicately buried most of my wide, thick, heavy dick into your hot, tight, wet pussy. Just an inch of me was exposed to the bedroom air as the rest of me enjoyed itself, soaking inside you—stretching you. I push the rest of the way in, my balls now resting against that precious, glistening clit of yours. I begin stroking you, and your long, steady breaths turn to gasps as you rouse out of your sleep and realize what’s happening.
I smile as you come to and feel me calmly thrusting myself into you. “Hey, baby,” I raspily growl. “Daddy’s up.”
You moan and turn to look me directly in the eye and say, “Fuck me.”
I lean forward, putting my lips to your left ear. “You got it!”
The animal in me is uncaged and passionately ferocious as I pummel you from behind. I don’t hold back, enjoying the liberty I have in and with you. Still behind you, I pull your torso up to me while never losing my rhythm and sight of my goal for you to feel me in your soul. My chest pressed against your back, you turn your head to me for the deepest kiss we’ve ever experienced. My mouth crawls the lining of your neck as I massage your impeccable tits. You fall to your elbows, and my piston hasn’t ceased its forceful, repeated occupation of your pussy that cums and tightens over and over again. I look down to see your ass being riddled with wave after wave of rhythmic surges caused by our bodies violently colliding with each other in pure indulgence. Then, you gasp and moan loudly as I feel a sudden warmth engulf my already-submerged cock and spill from your pussy and down my hanging balls that smack into your clit. Your creamy squirt is exquisite.
Our sex consumes us.
That all too familiar throb of my hammer tells you what’s next. You move forward, emptying your pussy of my manhood to turn around and place your face directly in front it—eye to eye, so to speak. “My throat, Daddy. I want to swallow you.”
Before I can answer, you’ve taken me into your hot mouth and forced a rapturous interaction between my thick length and your tonsils. My usually low-hanging testicles have taken their place up against my body and behind my shaft. I swear I’m about to go unconscious, losing myself in your expert sucking. “*This must be similar to what she felt as she rode my face*,” I thought. Everything I am sinks to my core, draining into my pent-up balls, and erupting from my pole into your throat.
I am woozy.
I try to take myself out of your mouth, but you won’t have it. You hungrily suck every ounce of cum from me. Where two or three powerful spurts is what I usually unleash, I feel the tension increase as my body signals to you that I’m not done. You don’t stop sucking, making me shoot several more ropes down your throat.
“BABY! ***BABY, FUCK!***”
I damn near collapse as you suck down the cum, taking me out of your mouth and squeezing the rest of my fluid from my shaft. I fall onto my left side, breathing heavily and completely spent. You come close to me, and I spoon you. My right arm draws you closer to me, and my dick nestles itself between your hot, cream-covered cheeks.
You’re the only one that has ever brought it out of me like this, and I can’t wait to see what happens in the next few hours. Until then, we recover ourselves and our breath. The ambient light from outside our bedroom window bathes us both as we lie falling asleep in the chilly bedroom air…naked and uncovered.
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