The cool air of the window being slightly opened brushed against my senses as I laid there heavily asleep. The two glasses of red wine, or was it three, had gently rested my eyes as my head hit the pillow. As is often the case, there was the slight glow of the television as a backdrop against the singularly empty room. I am not sure where you were but imagined you were walking our guests to the door as you stayed up laughing and finishing off what was left of the collection of wine.
I am not sure when the door opened, and you joined me in bed, but I was sufficiently asleep not to be awoken. As is always the case, the dreams I was having at the time were unrecorded, but I was sleeping. My mind began to float back and forth from consciousness, though as I felt something against my back. I thought I had heard your nightstand drawer open, but who knows when you are in this state.
Slowly though I became more aware of the pressure against my backside; Increasingly more aware of the cool air drifting against my bare skin. Sprawled out against the bed without your presence had left the opportunity, it appears, for you to slowly push against my body with your member. It was then the cool air contrasted starkly with your lips and warm breathe against my neck and back. You whispered something in my ear, but I was not fully aware of the exact context.
Click – I heard the cap of the bottle open with your one free hand. The other had reached to my stomach and was rolling the tip of my growing dick between your fingers. The bottle opening, I deduced from the pressure against my ass, was the lube being slowly dripped onto you. I felt the solid, unforgiving, but rigid entry of your strap-on into my ass. A moan escaped from my lips, and I did what I could to relax, taking as much as I could. It was so tight and distressing at first, but I pushed through for your cock, letting you penetrate me. After a few minutes of working inside of me, I finally felt your skin and straps resting against my skin!
You seemed eager in your initial thrusts taking what you wanted. “Do you love how hard my dick is?” you whispered in that sensual tipsy voice laced with the scent of the French wine you had partaken in. I did what I could to match your cadence, grinding against you as best I could while allowing my body to enjoy the feel.
I love how tight you had put the wraps around your legs; it felt as if this was your own body. “Fuck me with your hard cock. It feels so good.” I muffled against the pillow I was bracing myself with as you now were on your knees slapping your thighs against my welcoming ass with each lift. I could only imagine the view you must have had in the dimly lit room as you watched your phantom cock appear and disappear.
It was uncomfortable now, and my dick was pressed firmly against the sheets and unable to rest comfortably. With your next slide out of me, I quickly sprang on all fours. You gleefully grabbed on to my hips and positioned yourself behind me. Your nails dug into my sides as you used me to provide more leverage. Free now, I took my cock into my hand and stroked furiously.
I could feel how close I was. The sensation of being filled was too much for any reasonable man to hold onto their wherewithal too long. My gasping breathes the only sign you needed as you grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them behind me. I felt so submissive and couldn’t get enough of it. My hard cock slapped against my stomach, and I was yearning to stroke it as you pushed me to the very edge.
You let go of one arm and rolled me on to my back. My legs, in one concerted effort, pushed open with your hands and slightly bent into the air. You missed nothing as the next thrust squarely fell inside of me. I grabbed onto my knees and lifted my legs in the air, making sure I could enjoy everything you were offering me. I attempted to make eye contact, but your gaze was locked on your dildo. It was done; I couldn’t withstand the desire anymore and released a moan, loudly, “I am going to cum.”
You had earned your prize and desired outcome. You told me “Take it all. I can’t wait” as you started to fuck me wild, pounding every inch into me. You brought one hand down from my hips and gripped my cock, your thrusts jerking me off in your hand. I couldn’t do anything except hold my legs up, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt the hot cum sling from my dick onto my chest and stomach.
You buried one last stroke inside of me and bent over my chest. Your hard nipples pressed against me and the sweat of your body mixing with the cum. You hand had emptied my cock and finally released as you pulled them to your sides. We laid there together, recovering — the cool air of the window a welcome reprieve from the hot steamy session of fun.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/khi5tk/awoken_in_the_night_mf_pegging_sensual
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