I am daydreaming of you, naked, hungry.
I’m laying you down on your stomach, oiling you up for a massage. Your skin is so warm, almost hot. As I start to work at the space between your muscles, I feel you move under me. I hear your little whimpers of pleasure. I feel the air fill and empty from your lungs as I stroke your back in a slow rythmn.
I’m straddling your legs, naked. The perfect, smooth curves of your butt press against my cock every time I lean forward. With each stretch, I swell a little harder. As I grow, more of you envelopes me, and soon the length of me is laying nestled, rigid, along the full length of your bum. I lean back for a moment and make sure to spread some oil, cool from the bottle, down over the shape and muscles of your ass. I make sure to use a little too much so the extra finds its way into every nook, every gap.
As I lean forward again to work your shoulders and neck, the length of my cock slides forward, up along your crack and pulsing up past your tail bone. The oil that was cool warms very quickly between us. I feel myself start to drip, coating your lower back and adding to the slickness between our skin. My cock grows hard and hot.
I make sure my massage is running the full length of you now, my hands working the base of your hair to the base of your back. I lean into you, exaggerating each stroke, putting my body behind each slow long thrust, putting my hips into it.
I feel you angle your hips up ever so slightly, your beautiful, glistening ass arched upwards at a slightly steeper angle. At this angle, you catch me with each forward stroke, my cock having to find its way up, back along your ass, or down, between your legs… which have also parted ever so slightly.
I tease you with my head, making sure I check how ready you are. I nuzzle the tip of my cock against the wetness coming from between your legs before adjusting my angle and sliding up again towards your back, refusing to enter you just yet. You’re becoming desperate now, angling yourself to make it quite hard for my hardness to avoid you. I submit, and oblige.
I slide into you fully with one slow, long thrust. Your pussy is so slick and warm and open for me. We are both suprised how deeply and easily my entire length glides into you. We have both been so hungry for this. We both gasp, giggle, and I hold myself buried into you while waves of pleasure coarse through us and reverberate back.
I stop stroking your back, and instead hold you down by your shoulder blades. I lean forward and whisper in your ear to hold still, to be good for me. You nod and bury your face in the bed. I go to work on your body.
I pull back until the ridge of my head pulls at the lips of your pussy from the inside, but stop before pulling out further. I push back into you, slowly but unrelenting, pressing against your ass and causing your cheeks to buldge up and part for me to get just a little deeper into you. I feel you struggle to fill your lungs with my weight on you, but you nod urgently and let out a breathy “yes…green”
I go to work on you. The greedy sounds you are making tell me that it hurts just a little, just the right amount. I use you, and revel in the access you give me to your body. We shake the bed back and forth. I hold your hands down from the back, fingers interlaced. I cannot last long when you’re pushing back onto me with such hunger. I love the feeling of you enjoying this. We fit perfectly.
You feel me swell just that extra bit, that familiar feeling you sense when I’m about to cum. You look back at me, your hair cascading down and hiding your face, but for a half smile of proud satisfaction you get when you know you’ve made me lose control. I push your hands out ahead of you, stretching you out before me as I cum hard, pushing as deep as I can and filling your most secret places with liquid, pulsing, heat.
I collapse forward onto you, my chest on your back, my panting in your ear. “What do you say?” I ask.
You turn your head to me, eyes looking into mine, hair across your face. “Thank you,” you say, slightly out of breath. You feel warm drips start to emerge from between your legs where I was embedded moments before.
“Good girl,” I say, as I reach over, pick up the toy, and roll you over.
We aren’t done yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1230vnf/daydreaming_of_your_hunger