I can feel the bulge between my legs, urgent, can sense the veins standing proud against the soft cotton bedsheet. I turn and lie on my hip, the tip of my cock now touching it.
Quick check between my legs, and yes. My balls are heavy and pulled close. So I gently thrust feeling the friction against me. My mind wanders.
…Neither of us has been awake for long, me naked, you in black panties and vest top. As always we lay there for a few minutes, looking at each other, assessing the mood. Then the deep kisses, me taking in the dishevelled hair and lack of make up – my favourite look on you. The intertwining of tongues, and as you turn your back, I pull you close.
The effects of the previous nights play still lingers along with the scent of your sex, the delicious tang, a giveaway that you’re getting wet already which arouses me further. Your backside pressing close to me ‘somebody’s awake’ you say drowsily. A typical understatement. My morning hard on vigorous.
The sight of you at that moment, so vulnerable, I just have to have, touch, feel you. Propping myself up on one arm, brushing your hair to one side. Placing kisses down your neck, at the same time slipping a strap from your shoulder and cupping your tit in my hand, massaging, savouring the weight and softness of it and the sight of your nipple swelling and prominent. I know your underwear will be getting soaked and so taking my cock I rub it against your opening. Fabric and flesh with me pushing against but not breaking inside. Marking you, imagining our juices mixing, the strings of it connecting us.
Letting go but leaving myself between your thighs, starting by gently massaging the area just below your navel. The soft hairs on your belly becoming thicker and more prickly as I feel my way to your pudenda and the wet pinkness within. It’s not just about the feeling, I want to hear and see you too, how your body reacts to mine.
‘Open your legs for me’
You lift one and so I make my move, probing into you from the underside, slippery and now stretched too. Three slender fingers pumping deep inside as the heel of my hand clapping against your ass. Your slick hole turning creamy and the sound of your pussy slurping and sucking at my fingers with every withdrawal.
Uttering my name through clenched jaw with a pleading tone and pushing my hand away. You suck and lick at your taste. Then proceed to lube up my cock with what remains, full slow strokes to begin with squeezing and twisting, working the pre-cum into my shaft on the downstrokes. Sliding off the bed and on to your knees it’s obvious what comes next, and it’s me.
With a guiding hand on the back of your head, I push your mouth on to it, noting the little whimper. You don’t need any help but I continue to push you back down anyway, it works to satisfy the dynamic between us. With every bob of your head, every trickle of saliva, I’m becoming harder and harder, the tip is red and juicy. It’s been days since I last came, and I’ve been edging to the thought of you. Now bucking my hips my cock twitching and with your lips reaching the head again I shoot the first down your throat. But you start pulling at me again.
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