Morning light glinted through the blinds that are swaying gently against the window, the cool aircon breeze blowing steadily at it. I stirred from sleep, and squinted at the golden glitter, becoming mildly aware of cheerful chirping from outside. I pulled the quilt up to my chin, and nestled in its warmth. My movements must have roused you from sleep, because I felt your hand blindly feeling its way up my torso, eventually cupping my modest breast.
I let out a small moan as you pinch my nipple, hard from the cold, between your thumb and index finger. Still lying prone, you turn your head towards me. “Need breakfast?”, you asked, and gave me a stupid grin. I giggled. I watch you prop yourself onto your elbow and gaze down at me. Your stupid grin disappear, as I feel your intention tapping lightly against my tummy.
You planted a long, deep kiss, on my lips. You slowly pulled away, and then threw the quilt off me. I instinctively bent my knees to fend off the sudden chill. You crawled to my feet, glided your hands up my calves, and cupped my knees. You pried my legs apart, and I drew in a sharp breath. “You know how much I love this,” I whimpered, as you lowered your head and buried your face between my legs.
Your tongue lapped up my wetness. I squirmed against your mouth, and your tongue went deeper in me. I closed my eyes and relished in the moment. You removed one hand from under my buttocks, and pressed it against my lower tummy. Your thumb flicked across my clitoris. I clamped my thighs between your head, and my body exploded with rapture.
You gave my pussy one last, giant lick, and then your tongue trailed up my arching body, over one breast, and then the other. Your tongue continued, up my neck, and into my ear. I squeaked at the pleasure. You crawled over my legs, and are now straddling my chest. With one hand on the head rest, and the other wielding your hard sword, you teasingly rub your erection along my lips. I stick my tongue out a little, and you groan as my tongue caressed your frenulum. You paused in front of my half-open mouth, and then you deliberately inched your way into the moist tunnel. You groan louder when you see me looking up at you. You thrusted your hips against my mouth rhythmically slow, more and more of your length disappearing into the widening tunnel.
You plunged into me, as deep as you can go, and stayed in that position, basking in the warmness. I took the opportunity to grab your butt cheeks, and directed your thrusts. You grunted every time I pull you in, quicker, and deeper. “Your mouth and throat are so irresistable”, you growled. My eyes meet yours, and I see you lose it. You moaned my name, and pushed in the final time, before ejaculating, and filling my mouth with your thick cum.
The spurts subside, and I feel you getting softer in my mouth. I see you reluctantly pull out, and collapse beside me as I swallowed my morning treat. I roll up onto my elbow to face you, and you made that stupid grin again. You glanced at the clock on the bedside table. You turned back to me, sneaked a quick kiss, and playfully pinched my nipple, before darting to the shower.
I checked the time. I took the new lingerie I bought with me as I sauntered to the kitchen. I leisurely sipped on cold water. I hear you emerge from the shower with a refreshing sigh, and then I slipped into that lacy number. Your favourite.
I peeked into the bedroom to see you were fully dressed, and ready to head out for work. I wantonly stroll past you, just as you were adjusting your tie, and I see your eyes widen in delight. I feel your erotic ogle follow me to the bed. I did a little twirl, and then sat by the edge of the bed. Your eyes follow my finger, as I ran it down my lips, between my breasts, and down my belly. As I reach the most prominent ‘V’ on my body, I spread my legs to reveal a crotchless panty, and a glistening entrance to my soul.
I see you moan, and roll your head back in kindled anguish. You glanced at your watch, and then back at me. Your erection throbbed cruelly against your well-fitted grey pants. You stared at your watch as if, by magic, time will pause for you. You look up at me again and…. I slipped a finger inside my leaky snatch, and moaned. Your jaw dropped, and then you roared “Fuck it!”.
You tore out of your neatly ironed clothes, and pounced on me. Our faces redden with lust, and with renewed animalistic energy, we fucked to the tune of your phone vibrating.
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