Breakfast in Bed [MF]

She was running up what felt like a never ending hill. Someone was behind her but she didn’t know who. Trees began to uproot as the earth rose in front of her. Her feet became like lead weights and her whole body began to tingle. It felt, good, and out of place. Slowly she realized that someone was touching her, hands were on her breasts and her thighs. Lips caressed her taught stomach. Her subconscious began to understand that this was a dream, and a good one. She began to awake despite her desire to stay in this surreal fog of pleasure.

Her eyes opened, slowly, but the dream seemed to continue. Hands were still on her breasts, lips were exploring her inner thighs. She looked down at her lover’s head, moving between her legs. He was teasing her awake, slowly stroking her breasts, kissing her thighs, rubbing his palm against the satin of her panties.

He sensed her slight movement and looked up at her. With a seductive smile he whispered, “Morning, babe,” and placed a kiss between her legs, over satin and lace. She moaned and he deepened the pressure, drawing the wisp of fabric aside with a finger so his lips touched her core. Exposing her more, he expertly slid his tongue into her, exploring, discovering that she was already wet for him.

She grabbed his hair as his tongue licked from back to front, then side to side. He retreated to kneel above her, pulling her panties off. Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her knees up to her chest, tongue sliding into her once again, more persistent this time. His hands slid under her, massaging her ass. He could feel her climax building, her legs began to shake and she squirmed against him. Now he had to choose whether to make her come with his tongue, or to slide into her so he could feel her release. He loved how wet he could make her, and he loved the way she tasted, but most of all he loved pounding into her as she came.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, “so hard.” Pulling his mouth away from her, he slipped into her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed. “Tell me how much you want me,” he demanded. She moaned as he plunged into her. “I want you to fuck me hard,” she begged. He increased his force, repeatedly pounding into her as she wrapped her legs around his body and pulled him in. He felt himself tense, and knew he was close to unloading in her. He wanted them to come together, so he let one wrist go. “Touch yourself,” he begged.

She slid her hand down between them, putting two fingers on either side of him and using her thumb on herself. “Yes baby,” he moaned as he felt her tighten and grow even more wet. She moved faster against herself, her breath quickening, until she stifled a scream and bucked against him. He didn’t let up, pounding into her as she came, extending her orgasm through waves and waves of pleasure. Finally when he knew she was near the end he let loose into her, pumping her full and grunting primally.

Falling next to her on the bed, he steadied his breathing. She stoked his hair, and wove her fingers through his. “Thanks for breakfast, baby,” she said with a smile.

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