Pale morning sunlight filters through the curtains covering the window above the sink as you rinse the dregs of coffee from your mug. You hear me pad down the hallway, footsteps still heavy with sleep, and sense me behind you as you move the dishes aside and turn off the water.
My had wraps around your robe and across your stomach as I plant a firm kiss on your cheek before nuzzling the bridge of my nose into the side of your neck, depositing a string of soft kisses under and behind your ear. The warm groan that coos out of you as my other arm joins the first and hugs you firmly to my chest drips like honey in my ear and you can feel a slight pulse against your backside.
I draw my hands back on either side of your waist, briefly sliding them down over your hips before running them up the sides of your torso. My kisses along your neck become more pronounced, hungrier, as you feel my hands glance over you breasts – making sure they flit ever so quickly across your hardening nipples – before one grips your shoulder and the other pulls the collar of your robe aside, exposing the tender flesh of your shoulder.
I bristle at the soft bells of your laughter as your head rests agains mine and your fingers dance over my hand at your collarbone. You feel the fingertips of my other hand trace their way down the side of your back, grabbing the top of your hip as we instinctually groan, growl, and grind into each other. You can feel me starting to harden against you as you move your ass gently up and down, teasing the blood into me with your curves. I press a little more forcefully against you, simultaneously savoring the soft fabric of your robe while damning it for being so in the way, and my hand skirts around your waist to undo the loose knot holding it closed. You feel my fingers slide over your torso – down from your shoulder and up over the supple flesh of your belly, maybe a pinky dragging across the top of your groin to send a small shiver into your lower reaches – before firm hands gently cup your breasts.
I kiss my way back up your neck, enjoying the sensation of you writhing against me. As I reach your ear my tongue darts out at it, and the short intake of breath it elicits is the cue I take to give a more purposeful lick before I gently close my teeth around your earlobe and my fingers press up the curve of your breast to clasp your nipples between them.
I hold them there for a breath – two – stretching them forward ever so slightly to hear your breath catch against my ear and feel, just for a moment, your heels rise a centimeter off the ground. Relaxing my grip I slide my hands back to your waist and spin you around, pausing to take in the vision that you are – morning light dancing off your hair and drawing stark lines across your skin, picking out every speck of gooseflesh as you grow flush – and we hungrily lock our lips together.
Me pressing into you, you pushing back into me, arms writhing over, up, and around each other’s torsos… one of your hands snakes up my naked back to caress my neck as the other slides down into the waistband of my boxers to grip my ass. My hands move in kind under your robe, gripping the meat of your thigh as we grind our pelvises together. We bounce back and forth across the kitchen like this, rolling past the stove and laughing as the handle of the oven punches my ass, until you pull me into a deep kiss, drawing my body to yours in a corner of the kitchen counter.
I press your body hard against mine before pulling away and starting to trace a line with my lips and tongue from your ear down your neck, then over your collarbone as I start to taste my way down your body. You feel my hands sliding down your backside under your robe as I kiss your sternum and across the tops of your breasts. You hear a soft but hungry moan as I spare just a moment to lick a small circle around one nipple and quickly suckle at the other, teasing it between my teeth before I look up into your eyes and continue to sink to my knees.
I never take my eyes off yours as I drop to the floor, trailing kisses down your stomach that get harder – needier – the lower I get. My hands run over your thighs as you feel one last flurry of lips across your mound and the movement of air as I inhale your exceptional scent. “So hungry,” you half taunt, half marvel, the first words between us trailing off in a light gasp as you feel the light sensation of teeth as I nearly lose myself, half-drunk on your taste and smell and the softness of the flesh above your sex.
There’s one last firm kiss before a blanket of warm breath travels over your vulva and you watch my chin disappear beneath you as my tongue slides into the base of your cunt. I slowly lick higher – glacially slow, savoring every fold and early strands of wetness that had begun to bead between your lips – all the way to the top of your slit, then up to tease your clit as it fills with blood. You can hear me groan softly, savoring each lick and twist of my tongue – and every noise that accompanies each in kind.
The mirthful whine and jumble of affectionate words that tumble out of you as you grind forward sends a ripple of warmth down my back, and you can hear the dull thump of my cock on the floor as it twitches beneath me. I lap at you greedily, squeezing your ass as if to pull my face into you as you run your fingers deep into my hair and gently buck against me. Relishing every motion of you against my face, I let out an approving growl as you grip my head tighter, moaning deeply as you take control and start to fuck my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” I hear as your wrists guide my nose over your mound and my hands shift to wrap around your lower thighs. My tongue slithers over your clit as you widen your stance and tilt my head back to get a better angle. “Give me that mouth,” you purr. “That tongue is mine, isn’t it?” you ask, managing a smile at my muffled “uhhhuhhh” before your face contracts as a wave of pleasure rolls through you. You grind harder, with slow, strong strokes dragging the length of your slit over my eager tongue. You pull my face away for a moment and I bring a hand up to coat my fingers in the mix of spit and juices that’s soaked my face. My tongue seeks your pussy once again as I wrap the hand around my cock and start to stroke in rhythm to your hips against my jaw. “Aht aht, sweetheart,” you chide, standing up and pulling yourself off my face mid-lick, a long thick strand of spit and grool still linking my lips to yours. “You’ll get yours soon enough, but this…” you say, lifting one leg over my shoulder and holding the counter for balance as you move the other in kind, now straddling my face like a bike seat, squeezing it tight between your thighs, “… is my time.”
Still worshiping your cunt with my tongue, I use my hands to first lower myself down onto my back then support your weight as you drop onto your knees above me. You begin to rock to and fro as I relax my jaw and flatten my tongue against my chin, giving you as much of my soft, hot mouth to fuck against as I can. I savor your divine form towering over me; the curves of your hips and the softness of your mound rolling like hills up to your supple belly under your gorgeous breasts, now radiant with a thin sheen of sweat beneath your lustful smiling gaze.
You don’t take your time easing into this new position – I can feel how hungry you are to cum by now, bracing your arms against the cabinet as your gyrations become more frantic. You aren’t squatting above me, you’re grinding as hard against my lips and tongue as you can. My hands, squeezing the tops of your hips, urge you to drop your full weight onto me; to use me, smother me, crush my skull into dust against the floor if it means that it’ll get you off. I hear you moaning, breathing hard as you buck against me, muffled by the thighs pinning my head to the floor, when I realize your strokes have stopped pulling back enough to allow me breath.
They’re coming faster now, though; heavy, desperate sweeps over my tongue as my vision starts to darken at the edges. As I approach the precipice of unconsciousness I feel immense pressure against my face – to the point I’m momentarily concerned my nose might break – and hear a low deep groan begin to roll out of you as your thighs crush against my skull before lifting your hips just enough to let air flood my nostrils. Pulled back from the brink and eager to let you ride this wave, I flex my tongue against you as hard as I can while pulling downwards on your hips.
Your moan shifts in shape and pitch, and I’m rewarded as you begin to convulse against my face. Doubling over, your breasts hanging just overhead, you shudder and writhe down onto me as the orgasm which has been building finally flows out of you, coursing through your body like electric fire. I moan greedily as you cum, starting to swirl my tongue around as another wave begins to crest within you. I hear you yelp a nasal grunt as you grind your clit against me, warning through clenched teeth, “I’m gonna–“
Before you can finish the thought, you feel my hands pressing up into you, raising you an inch higher. You look down just in time to see my eyes glow beneath you as the great wave breaks, spraying a fountain of the most delectable nectar all over my face. I close my eyes as your juices splash over them, moaning in ecstasy as your cum coats my cheeks and fills my mouth. Another jet streams forth as your body convulses from the pussy out, and I lock eyes with you as I rush my head forward to swallow it down with a primal grunt, drinking deep from the fountain of your cunt.
My lips suction against you, hungry for more as the muffled moans of a desperate man sound in your ears. My tongue still licks gently as the final shudders of your thighs relax against my cheeks, both our breath heaving as I leave a last few grateful kisses on your engorged lips before laying my head back onto the floor. You ease backwards, leaning your weight on my chest to look down at me – covered in spit and grool and squirt – beaming up at you as I crane my neck to kiss your inner thigh. You shift upwards, swinging a leg over me as you dismount from my shoulders and move to join me on the floor. Still catching at my breath and lapping the occasional drip of you that passes my lip, I growl as your fingers gently brush into my hair and your lips meet mine in a passionate kiss.
We lie there a moment, tasting ourselves and moaning softly into each other’s mouths as our tongues dance over one another, until I feel your fingers trace down my stomach to wrap around the shaft of my cock. I feel the warmth of your breath against my neck as your voice burns in my ear, “Now… what am I going to do about this?”
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