[Part 2 of the Elle series, following ‘Salsa Night in Paris’. Feedback is always appreciated.]
A shaft of bright late-morning sunshine fell on my face through a crack in the curtains gently woke me and brought the events of the night before flooding back. The funny, long, sexy, heavy night at the bar, the beautiful sunrise, and Elle. She was still there, little spooning, breathing softly as in her sleep as her long blonde hair cascaded over the pillow, holding onto my hand with my right arm underneath her.
Inevitably, I had to piss and for that I would need to free my arm. Drawing her hair back gently, I kissed the back of her shoulder, disturbing her sweet dreams.
“Ohhh, you bastard.”
“Good morning to you too, beautiful.”
Extracting my arm, I rolled out of the bed and headed towards my room’s ensuite. “Another coffee?”
“Please. The other one seems to have gone cold.”
Suitably relieved and after a quick wash, I returned to bed with fresh coffees. Elle was sitting up against a stack of pillows, the sheet only drawn up to her waist, so her fabulous boobs were sitting in plain view on her slim but curvy frame. I sat facing her as we drank the restorative caffeine, one leg crossed, trying not to simply gawp at her boobs, but also gawping at them and knowing that she enjoyed it. Her small soft pink nipples glowed in the sunlight, pointing slightly upwards as if to greet me.
“How are the girls this morning?” I asked.
“They’re all the better for the dose of cream they had last night. Had you been saving that up?”
“Of course, all saved up for you.” I lied, obviously, but I enjoyed that we could joke with each other.
She stretched forward and tapped on my cock. “Reckon there’s any more in there?” Immediately it sprang into life, seeming to answer her question.
“You’re welcome to find out, Elle.”
“Might just do that.”
With another mouthful she drained her cup and uncurled herself, crawling towards me while pushing me backwards against the far end of the bed. Placing her lips around the tip of my half-erect cock she sucked me into her mouth, still warm from her coffee. The sensation was delicious, causing me to breathe out a groan of satisfaction. Her tongue darted around my cock head as I grew to full attention, with her hair trailing delicately on my legs and her heavy boobs bumping against my thighs. I watched as she held the base of my shaft with one hand, pumping it slowly, and just licked the tip with her mouth open, smiling as she looked up at me with her bright green eyes.
“You’re oozing already, I can taste it.”
“Well it feels pretty fucking good, you know.”
She reached backwards with her other hand to stroke her pussy. I could hear wet sounds as she slipped a finger inside herself, still slowly stroking my cock. “Did you enjoy the taste of me last night?”
“Damn right I did. Do I get another go?”
“Maybe later. I had a better idea.”
Kneeling up in front of me just out of arm’s reach, Elle watched me as she continued to finger herself, a little smile playing on her face. I stroked my own cock patiently, meeting her gaze when she looked my way, watching her play with her nipples while her busy fingers rubbed away when she looked down at my cock. I could hear how wet she was, and her nipples had hardened, reaching towards me as if begging for my touch.
She offered the fingers from her pussy to my mouth and I licked at them reverently.
“Marco, I want you inside me.”
“I’m all yours.”
“Let’s go slowly though? You’re… pretty wide.”
Moving towards me, she placed her hands on my shoulders and straddled my hips. I held her waist as she rubbed her pussy lips against my shaft, coating me in her slippery juices. I slipped on a condom from the shelf and then she reached down and positioned my cock at her entrance, edging me inside her.
As she gently lowered herself onto my cock, her pussy stretching around it, she groaned deeply.
“Oh, that’s right. Oh, that’s deep. Oh, you bastard, your cock feels amazing.”
“Your pussy is amazing, Elle. Fits like a glove.”
With my full length inside her she sat still for a moment, so I leaned forward to take her nipples into my mouth. Rolling them between my lips in turn, then flicking them with my tongue. I could feel her pussy tense as I did, grabbing onto the base of my cock.
She giggled. “Ease up… slowly I said!”
“I was only…”
“I know, but when you play with my nipples it’s like I’m about to come immediately, it’s almost too much. They’re so sensitive since I had them done.”
“Interesting. So if I…” I dipped my head and sucked her right nipple into my mouth, maintaining the suction, rolling my tongue around the crinkly button. Immediately I felt her hips start to shake against mine and she pushed my head away, giggling.
“Ooohhh! OK… you can do that later.”
We moved around so that I could lay flat, and Elle lay down on top of me, my cock still deep inside her. I gathered up her hair and pulled it to one side, holding the back of her head as I kissed her deeply, feeling her body against mine from our shoulders to her thighs still straddling me. Gently, she began to slowly rock back and forth, swivelling her hips so the full length of my cock was stroking in and out of her, almost popping out and then plunging back inside, grinding her pubic bone against mine. We lay and fucked gently like this for a long time, running our hands through each other’s hair, writhing together, my hands caressing her back down to her arse cheeks, her clit grinding against me as her juices overflowed and ran down my balls.
Eventually she placed her hands on my chest and sat up, my rigid cock still embedded deeply inside her.
“Marco… I want you to come inside me.”
“Not on your tits this time?” I smiled, raising my eyebrows.
She looked deep into my eyes. “No. Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy I want to ride you until you come. I want to feel you emptying your balls into my cunt.”
“I’m all yours, babe.”
Her thighs began to tense rhythmically as she rode me, flexing her hips and rubbing her pussy against the base of my cock. She held her swaying tits in her hands, teasing her own nipples, and as she did I could feel her pussy walls twitching against my shaft as she edged herself. The heat in her pussy rose over the next few minutes until she leaned onto my chest once more, her breasts swaying freely as her hand sought out her clitoris once more.
“I’m going to come, Marco. Come for me.” She moaned. “Come deep inside me.”
I kissed her once more, then took hold of her hips, lifting her slightly above me so I could fuck her from below. Smoothly, I began easing in and out of her, raising my tempo progressively, until I was slapping my cock into her soaking wet hole as her fingers desperately rubbed her clit. Before long, her knees began to shake again, and her pussy released a new wave of wetness around my cock as she came, squealing, her whole body shuddering. Unable to resist any longer, I plunged my cock as deep inside her as it would go and held her tightly as I flooded the condom with another big load, her pussy milking out every last drop.
Elle collapsed onto my chest as we both gasped for air, and as my cock subsided I removed the condom. Rolling off to one side, she finally exhaled.
“Whoa. That was fucking something. I thought you were going to split me open.”
“With you as wet as that, I don’t think so! Anyway… ready to go again?”
She pretended to push me off the bed. “Fuck off, you can’t…”
I laughed. “No, you’re safe. For a bit.”
As we lay there with the sunshine streaming through the window highlighting her long hair, Elle thoughtfully stroked down my chest with a finger, across my stomach and down to my still half-awake cock. Dabbing at a small pool of cum that had oozed out, she paused, then bent her head down to lick it up with her tongue, slurping my softening cock into her mouth to clean it too.
“You know what I need now?” Elle smiled and rolled off the bed, standing up and stretching out her arms, shaking her hair loose, and picking up her dress.
“I said give me a minute…”
“No… I need a shower. I’m all sticky. Think I’ve got your cum in my hair from last night too.” The building we lived in had ensuite toilets but the two shower rooms were separate, at the end of the corridor shared by a dozen or so rooms.
“Well, we can’t both go… someone might see us.” For some reason I wanted to keep our night a secret between us for the time being, perhaps in case something might break the spell.
“OK… it’s quarter past now. I’ll head back to my room to grab my shampoo. Guess I’ll probably be having a shower at about half past?”
[To be continued.]
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