A Morning to Remember [MF]

I remember those mornings after we drank too much. We often drunkenly fucked the night before. Those sessions were…vigorous, but my recall was always a haze. What is perfectly clear in my memory is one particularly warm August morning in your small apartment.

I almost enjoyed hangovers back then. The malaise was mitigated by heightened desire for all my base needs. Water, food, more sleep, sex; I desired these things desperately and satisfying the cravings, particularly the latter, was primal. We’d been too drunk and tired for sex the previous evening so when I woke first, the outline of your petite body under the single sheet was especially enticing.

After a trip to the bathroom and some water I returned to the bedroom to find that you’d kicked off the sheet and laid on your stomach in a purple bra and black panties with lace trim that perfectly traced your curves as it dove between your legs. You knew how I loved the way your ass looked when you laid on your stomach, so I doubt I found you in this state by accident. I still thought I’d take it slowly; you looked so peaceful.

I approached and ran my finger lightly along the side of your foot that dangled off the edge of the bed. Not one to be overly ticklish, you stirred almost imperceptibly and smiled. Calf massages were a favorite of yours so I began to rub the smooth, toned muscles on the back of your legs, gradually increasing the pressure. My hands are strong and experience had taught me just where to toe the line between pleasure and pain. The smile widened on your face as you hummed approval, eyes still closed. I mounted the bed and moved up to your thighs.

Your body heat was palpable and combined with the growing warmth in the room our skin began to shine with sweat. It was clearly too warm for fooling around but I simply couldn’t help myself and the fact that you hadn’t protested in the slightest confirmed that we were on the same page. I finally reached your ass and slid my hand beneath your underwear as I massaged firmly. The feeling of the soft lace of your panties on the back of my hands and your silky ass in my palms is unforgettable. You moaned softly as I rubbed slightly harder. You skillfully reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting the straps fall at your sides. I admired your long, slender back as I continued to rub your ass. I leaned forward and kissed the dimples on your back just above your panties, one then the other. The lightly salty sheen of sweat on your back tasted perfect. Simply exploring the splendor of your body with my hands had my cock harder than I even thought possible. Wearing only a tight pair of boxer briefs, its taut rigidity made me feel like an Adonis.

I slid my hands up the sides of your legs one last time before I began pulling down your panties. You lifted your butt up just a bit, letting them pass your hips, beckoning me to continue. Starting just above your knees, I kissed gently all the way up your inner thigh, then repeated on the other side. I kissed all over the back of your legs and your ass, flicking my tongue against your skin every so often. At this point I was teasing myself just as much as I was teasing you. When I couldn’t resist a second longer I dove in voraciously and started making out with your already soaking-wet pussy like a newly reunited lover. Your whole body shuddered as you gasped with delight. You began to squirm a bit but I grabbed your hips and pulled you further still towards my face, lapping greedily. I loved more than anything to hear your quickened breathing and tiny whimpers responding to every little lick, nibble, and kiss. You let out an adorable chirp of a laugh when I darted my tongue down over your clit. I once again licked along your soft lips before grabbing your ass firmly with both hands. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could into your vagina and your wetness covered the lower half of my face. I stayed and savored as long as I could before I had to come up for air. I glanced up to see you still smiling naughtily.

I leaned in again and nibbled playfully at your ass cheeks as you moaned and spread your legs just a little wider, fully exposing your elegant little asshole. You’d always been a bit shy about that area but a little tasteful teasing usually went over well. You tensed a bit as I kissed your asshole softly but I let out a hot sigh of pleasure that seemed to relax you again. Utterly unashamed, I began to bathe your asshole with my tongue. Your excited little moans into the pillow egged me on. I continued happily and when I teased two fingers into your pussy you writhed in ecstasy. I could tell you were on the verge of exploding so I pulled backed and encouraged you to turn over. You gracefully complied.

I took a moment to admire you, naked on your back. Your smiling face framed by a pillow of your own loose, brown curls. Your perfect little breasts sloping gently towards your sides. Your smooth, flat belly with just a hint of peach fuzz fading downward to a thin strip of dark hair leading the way to your glistening pussy. I smiled wide as I dove in yet again. With my tongue as broad and flat as I could make it, I licked slowly from the bottom of you vagina to your clit and began to suck gently. You nearly squealed with pleasure and when I returned my fingers to your vagina you grabbed the back of my head fiercely and pulled me in. I was in sensory heaven; your alluring aroma, the piquant taste of your juices, the light scratch of your stubble against my face, the increasing sound of your blissful whimpers, the sight of the soft ripple of your breasts as you bucked in rhythm with my fingers. As an orgasm began to wash over your body you tightened your grip on my head and squirmed wildly. It’s a wonder I wasn’t sent over the edge myself simply from the friction of my cock on the mattress. You clamped your thighs around my ears and the beautiful sounds of you coming were dampened but I continued on dutifully as I heard you try not to scream.

I rose up on my knees, smiling and caught the last of an expression of gorgeous anguish melt away from your face. You took a deep breath, bit your bottom lip and smiled as you looked at me. With a wink, you deftly wiggled your toe under the waistband of my underwear and began to push them off. I happily removed them and kissed my way up your stomach to your small, round nipples and took them in mouth with playful bites. I continued up and kissed your neck and nibbled your earlobe. At last, despite my face still nearly dripping with your essence you grabbed my head and kissed me passionately as if we hadn’t seen one another for months. You pulled away and whispered,

“Fuck me.”

I was so aroused that anything resembling stamina was out of the question. We both knew it but it didn’t matter. I could never reconcile how sliding my cock inside you could feel at once so tight and so effortless. The warm feeling of that perfect fit was indescribable. Wanting to savor the moment I barely moved as I admired your lips and eyes. A devilish grin grew on your face and you began gyrating your hips, knowing exactly what you were doing. Before long that familiar tingle rushed over me and I tried to hang on as long as I could but the effort was futile. I approached the point of no return and gasped,

“Should I—“

“Come inside me.”

Perhaps the sexiest thing I’d ever heard plunged me into the most intense orgasm of my life. It was like the opposite of having the wind knocked out of me. It took my breath away but instead of fear and pain, rapturous warmth crashed through my entire body. All the muscles in my core tensed violently as I filled your pussy with jet after jet of cum and you moaned in delight.

I stayed inside you as we came back down to earth. You loved to flex the walls of your vagina around my cock, milking every last drop. You laughed; I was speechless. I adored your smile and your sparkling glasz eyes. Something in them perfectly captured how bittersweet that moment was. The admiration, ardor, and affection were undeniable but somehow we both knew it couldn’t last forever.

You and I haven’t spoken in years but when I wake up alone with a vengeful hangover, and the stirring of desire creeps through the fog, I still think of that morning.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3b485q/a_morning_to_remember_mf