As I gently turned the knob and opened the door, I was greeted with the fruity fragrance and moisture of a recent shower. It was low-lit and quiet as I entered: she was fast asleep on the couch, her legs curled up under her and a blanket draped over, exposing nothing but her head and it’s still-damp mane of black hair. I walked over to where she was on the couch and leaned down, placing a hand on her forehead and brushing the hair back out of her face. She woke with a start, but upon realizing it was me, settled back into the cushions with a sleepy smile on her face.
“Hi, gorgeous.” I whispered as I leaned in and kissed her softly on her cheek. I knelt down in front of her on the couch and wrapped my arms around her as she untangled herself from the blanket. She was wearing the bath robe I had bought her earlier that month and nothing else. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Her full lips met mine and our tongues playfully dueled for a few moments as I pulled her into me and ran my hands up and down her back.
“I fell asleep,” she said sheepishly as we broke the kiss, “It always feels like it takes forever for you to get here, but I’m so glad you’re here now.” She fell back into the couch and the front of the bath robe fell open as it became evident she had not tied the belt around her. I admired her shower-flushed skin as my eyes traced there way from hers, down her face to her neck and then down to where her full breasts were now mostly exposed from beneath the robe. Without a word, I reached down and spread her robe farther apart, fully exposing her entire upper body. I leaned down, putting an arm behind her shoulders, and the other on her waist as I kissed her lips again briefly before trailing soft kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, until I met with one of her nipples. I squeezed both of my hands where I was holding onto her as I pulled the nipple into my mouth, gently teething it and sucking, then flicking across it with my tongue. She was not expecting such an immediate action on my part as evidenced by her intake of breath.
“Fuck…” she breathed out as I finished with one nipple and moved to the other to give it the same attention. I moved my hand from her shoulders to the back of her neck, massaging my fingers up along her scalp, while my other hand moved from her side up to squeeze the breast I was not currently ministering with my mouth. She moaned and arched her back, both of her nipples almost instantly erect. Her hands went to my head, massaging through my hair and down to my shoulders as I continued to focus on my tasks. She writhed underneath me as, continuing to attend her breasts, I was using my body to push her down into the cushions, knowing how much she enjoyed feeling the weight of me on her. I swapped back and forth for a minute with my mouth from one breast to the other while my hand traced its way down her stomach, pushing the rest of the bath robe out of the way and continuing down. She was freshly trimmed and, as my fingers explored, already quite wet. I gently rubbed my fingers back and forth, up and down, spreading her lips apart and lubricating my digits. Softly teasing her outside for a moment longer, I slid my hand down and pushed into her with a couple of fingers, eliciting a fresh round of moans and twitches as I slowly withdrew and re-entered her with those fingers. All too quickly she was pushing against my chest with her hands and then pulling my face to hers for a passionate kiss as she sat up.
“I want you in me now.” She demanded as she continued to push me up into a standing position. She threw the blanket to the side and pulled herself out of the robe, leaving it piled on the couch behind her. She clawed at my waist as I pulled my shirt off, unbuckling my belt and feverishly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She grabbed them at the top and pulled them and my underwear down in one motion; as she pushed them past my knees to puddle around my feet she leaned in with her face and took me into her mouth. Already halfway there, she quickly brought me to hardness with her efforts, squeezing around the shaft and teasing my balls with her other hand as her lips and tongue worked the length of me. As soon as she was satisfied with her work, she stood up, looked me in the eyes and turned around, bending over and resting her arms on the back of the couch, her knees on the cushions. I stepped up, grabbed onto myself with one hand, and used the other to gently spread her apart as I guided myself into her. Once I was sure I was ready, I grabbed her by the hips, pressing the tips of my fingers into her skin, pushing myself into her until our hips touched.
“Fucking fuck,” she groaned into the wall in front of her as I pulled back out until just the tip was in and then pulled her hips back to me as I pushed forward once again. “More… don’t stop… fuck… just like that…” where the chorus of words that escaped her lips over the next few minutes as I continued to pump myself in and out of her, always with a firm grip on her hips, pulling her back as I pushed ahead. The wet sound of my balls slapping against her clit began to get louder and louder as she became more and more aroused. I picked up the pace as her volume increased with each passing thrust.
I reached my hands up to collect her hair into a ponytail and grasp it in one hand, replacing my other back to her waist. I grabbed tightly to her hair, pulling her head back so she could look back at me in the minimal reflection off the framed print on the wall in front of her. Though not a mirror, we could still just make out each others basic facial features as I continued to hammer into her. I took my hand at her waist and brought it up and around to the front of her throat, firmly but without squeezing hard; just enough to hinder some of the blood flow running up to her head. She grunted and pushed herself back onto me as I squeezed every bit of myself into her, as far as it would fit. Sweat poured down me, drops frequently being flung off to land on her back, now shiny and slick from her own as well. The wet slapping between our legs continued, and with every occurrence, a now stifled moan escaped her lips as my hand remained against her throat and the other gripped tightly to her hair. No more words escaped, just primal grunts and groans from the both of us.
I released her hair, and her head fell forward. My hand at her throat moved to her mouth as her head changed position, and she moaned into it briefly before sucking my middle and index fingers into her mouth while I drilled into her, pushing her shoulder into the back of the couch with each thrust. I pulled my hand back from her face, and before placing it back on her waist, gave her a hearty spank on each ass cheek, which quickly blossomed into a flare of reddened skin against the otherwise pale olive complexion she wore. She yelped in excitement and pushed back even harder against me. I dug my fingers into her waist on both sides and grunted with my physical exertion as I kept up a dogged pace. A few more intense minutes passed as we got hotter and hotter, sweat causing a delightful cacophony of lustful sounds between our bodies. She threw her head back and looked at me over her shoulder.
“Do it.” She insisted, locking eyes with me. Those smoky, dark brown, almond shaped eyes always did it for me. She turned her face back to the frame on the wall, and held herself in position as best she could as I kept up my fiendish pace. Feeling myself reaching the edge, I smacked her backside again: once, twice, three times. I grabbed her by the hips, digging even harder into the sinew and gave one last ferocious thrust as I buried myself into her. Feeling the pressure build, I let out a groan as I pumped every ounce of cum I had into her, feeling the exquisite clenching of her inner muscles up and down the length of me, pulling every last drop out.
For the next minute, there was no sounds or movement except for our heavy breaths as we both basked in the moment. Eventually, she sagged against the couch as I rocked back on my heels, exiting her with satisfying slurp. She rolled over and back into the same position I had found her in and reached for me to come to her. I leaned down and positioned myself on top of her in such a way as to not rest my entire bulk onto her, and gathered her in my arms. We kissed passionately for a few minutes as we continued to caress each others sweaty skin, enjoying the afterglow of a well-deserved romp.
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