Can we stay in bed all day? (ESL)

You were still sleeping when I woke up. I read a couple pages in my book, until I noticed you started to stir. I got up and made you a cup of coffee. As I sit down on the bed next to you, you open your eyes.
“Good morning, my pretty boy,” I say with a smile. Your hair is a mess, but I know mine is even worse. As you sit up I kiss you before handing you your cup of coffee.

“I’m going to take a shower.” You nod, still sleepy and tired. Before leaving the room I look back at you, but you don’t notice as you’re staring out the window.
There’s some unidentified sadness in your eyes as I return. You’ve finished your coffee, but still holding the cup and staring out the window.

I love your eyes, but my heart sinks when I see them filled with this sadness. I don’t know what causes it, what you’ve been through before I met you, but I ache to take it away, to make it better.

From the first time I saw your face my heart felt warm. I don’t really know what came over me, but you took me by surprise. I was really attracted to your body at first, desiring you, having a primal need to touch you. Finding out that you’re smart, educated and talented made me attracted to your mind as well. Attraction and desire are different from this warm feeling of care and wanting to hold you and protect you, that I feel when I see the sadness you try to hide.

You look at me, and in an instant it’s like you’ve put on a mask. You smile at me and tell me to come on over. I sit down on the covers between your legs and lean my back against you. My hair is still wet and wrapped up in a towel, and I’ve got another towel around my body. I feel you kiss my shoulder and up my neck as you loosen the towel and start caressing my body.

“Come to bed,” you whisper in my ear, as your hand pulls on the towel that covered me until a minute ago.

I’m still puzzled by you. I look at your body and I think you’re close to perfect. What are you doing with me? I used to get the feeling sometimes that I was just a joke, that you weren’t really interested in me. But now I’m in your arms, and I love being there.

You lay down as I get into bed and lay down next to you. We’re facing each other, my eyes enjoying what they see. Your kiss tastes of coffee.

I lay my hand on your cheek, trace the outline of your beard with my thumb.

“Have I told you how pretty I find you?” You have me struck.

You let out a small giggle, “yes you have, multiple times,” and kiss me on the forehead.

I’m kind of embarrassed, afraid to be repeating myself too much. But you’re sweet, guess you appreciate my compliments and praise.

My fingers softly trace your eyebrows and your nose, before the back of my fingers run over your cheek. I trace your lips, but it tickles you, so you bite them. I laugh at you, but grab your face in my hands and kiss you deeply and passionately.

I feel your arms around me, and you pull me on top of you as you roll on to your back. The towel that was wrapped around my head loosens, so I throw it on the floor. You laugh at my hair, so I act offended. But I know I must look like a clown, so I can’t help it but laugh with you. I grab my scrunchie from your nightstand and tie my hair up in a bun, then maybe I can avoid feeling ugly.

You smile at me, there’s a whole lot of warmth in your eyes. I swoon. I’m so happy seeing you look at me like that, but I think I’m unworthy.

Your fingers run down my cheek, and with your thumb and index finger you grab my chin and pull my face towards you, to kiss me again. You’re such a good kisser. You take your time, slow but loving and incredibly hot.

I can feel your hard cock between our bodies as we kiss. I feel my body react and get ready for you.

You roll me on to my back and get up to your knees. Catching a glimpse of your hard cock adds to my excitement. You grab my thighs, lifting them and pushing my knees towards my chest. Staring at my pussy you run your tongue over your lips. You kiss the lips of my pussy, looking up at me, before squeezing your tongue in between them.

“Wow, you’re so wet,” I can hear how that turned you on even more, as you sound almost like out of breath. You lick me passionately, with long strokes like you’re trying to get all my juices. Your face is buried in me, your tongue going all around my opening, the lips and my clit. You’re in a zone, you’re greedy, hungry. Then you look up. You let go of my thighs and come for a kiss. Your lips are wet, soft and warm, your beard soaking. The scent of my pussy fills the air around us, and your kiss is way more aggressive than I have come to expect from you. You’re sharing my juices, you want me to taste myself from your tongue. As you pull back I can feel the dampness your beard left on my cheeks.

Now you part my thighs, and prevent me from moving by placing your arms on them. With your fingers you open me up, and for a second you just stare.

“You’ve got such a beautiful pussy,” it’s like you’re in awe. I feel silly, but it doesn’t last long since you go for my clit.

I feel the change of your focus, now it’s not some primal need for pussy, but a need to pleasure me. You’re focused on my clit now, flickering your tongue like a butterfly’s wings. It feels so good. Even though your arms pin me down I feel a need to spread my thighs even more, to give myself to you.

I can sense you enjoy what you’re doing, which makes it easier for me to relax. As soon as I’ve relaxed and I am able to focus on the sensations, my breath starts to quicken.

“Fingers… two,” I mumble. You rearrange yourself so that you can fulfil my wishes. As you slide two fingers inside I let out a moan, it’s so good when you’ve been aching for it.

You thrust your fingers while licking my clit aggressively. My moans are getting a bit loud, but I don’t care.

I feel myself getting close. “Fingers stop”, I say in between heavy breaths and moaning, “suck on it.”
Just as you start sucking on my clit my thighs start shaking, and I push my body against the hand that has it’s fingers inside me.

You suck on my clit a bit harder, and as I push against your knuckles I feel my pussy start clenching up. A tiny cry slips from my lips as the orgasm washes over me. The contractions in my pussy are wild, I can feel how she grabs your fingers hard. My hand goes to the back of your head and pulls you in, I want as much of that orgasm as possible. Your eyes look for mine, and as they lock I let out that last groan and let go of your head.

I don’t know if you didn’t get it or if you’re teasing me when you give me one last suck on my clit so I gasp and push you away. You smile, you’re happy with your performance. My breath is very quick, but I’m happy. I motion for you to come to me, and as you come up to me I feel you press your hard cock to my hip. Without a word you shower my face in kisses, before you give me a slow sensual kiss. I enjoy the scent of your face, and since you noticed it you linger and let me take it in, while you get on your knees between my thighs. You sit up and start rubbing the head of your rock hard cock against my soaking wet, swollen pussy. I gasp a bit when you run over my sensitive clit, but it still feels nice.

You direct your cock to the opening, teasing me with it. You push in just a little bit, and it drives me wild. You take my thighs again, and and press them towards my chest, so that you can see all of my pussy and have easy access. With one hand still holding me, the other one directs your cock to the opening again. You grab my thigh again and with a couple thrusts you’re all the way in, balls deep. I moan, finally I feel you stretch me out and fill me up. You feel so good, and you look so good towering over me.

“Fuck. Ahhh, fuuuck..” You’re pounding me hard, hitting my cervix with every thrust. As it starts getting uncomfortable, I push your hands off my thighs and get up on my knees. I bury my face in your pillow as you grab my hips and start pounding again. You moan, pant, groan. I muffle my moans with your pillow, looking up just to encourage you to go faster, harder, to really give it all you’ve got.

I hear you’re getting closer, but I want to see you cum, so I quickly pull away and get on my back. You’re quick to resume, but this time you’re on all fours above me, allowing me to pull you in for a kiss. You break it off as you’re about to cum, looking deep into my eyes, groaning with every rope of cum you unload. When that last thrust is done I pull you close and wrap my arms around you. Your breath slows down, and your heart rate too. I love feeling your body on mine, that shine of sweat on our bodies blended.

You pull out and look at my pussy as your cum drips down to my ass. You hand me a towel from the floor, and go to the bathroom.

I dry off, and wrap myself up in the covers. You crawl in bed with me when you’re back. I place my head on your chest, you wrap your arm around me, kiss my forehead and whisper “thanks.”

I’m not sure what you’re thanking me for, but I’ll take it.

You look down at me, your eyes seem to enjoy the face looking up at you, “can we just stay in bed all day?”

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