My day starts with a bitter breeze, rolling in through the window, landing on the bed, and assaulting its way up my legs. Then a soft bite, like a nibble, just above my knee. Reaching down to investigate, my hand is greeted with a smack.
There’s another nibble, harder, and a little further up on my inner thigh. Again, I reach my hand under the covers, this time I find my thumb clutched between a set of powerful and restrained teeth. I retract. My hands fly to my face and initiate sweeping the sleep out of my eyes.
I pedal backwards to the top of the bed, panting. With each movement, the teeth shift further up my leg, and reward my flesh with another bite.
As I sit atop my pillow, back against the cold steel headboard, a set of nails embarks on a journey, dragging their way down my abs as the teeth finally land at the base of my cock. Followed by a tongue, flicking back and forth, demanding growth from my root. I rip the covers back just in time to watch my remaining flesh disappear into her mouth. Her lips crash to my plateau, her eyes lock in on me, her prey. “Gaea?” I can barely force the name out as she takes me in. She responds with a wink and a guttural “Mmmm”.
I whip my head backwards, into the wall. The vibration inside her mouth sends a quiver through my base that scurries up my spine then avalanches its way back down to my toes. I sink. A long breath crawls out of me from so deep that it feels as if it could be my last. Gaea’s hands chase up my shaft as her lips retreat. Every so often she releases me, flailing her tongue against my manhood, gracing my sack and shaft with a nibble. Reassured that her dominion over me is unquestioned, she spits on my head and tornadoes her tongue around it for a moment before luring me once again to the back of her throat. Her rise and fall is rhythmic, tantric even. I place my hand by hers and fold back her fingers to unveil a square golden wrapper.
Gaea rips open the condom, slips it into her mouth, and unrolls it on to me. Her outstretched hand slaps against my chest, her other hand swims to my back. Her nails dive into my skin, she pulls her body on top of mine. Her dripping wet clit glides down my torso as my cock is reaching up to meet her moist lips. Grasping her waist, I proceed to introduce her sex to every inch of me. She arrives at my base, I flinch, forcing a gasp to surprise its way out of her mouth. We kiss, deeply, passionately. Our lips melt into each other’s, separating for moments at a time only to release a stifled wail. Our bodies fall into a perpetual crash. I thrust into her, she sinks into me, we pause for a second, squeezing into our deepest embrace before continuing our escapade.
Gaea drops her arm and takes hold of me. Her hand follows her pussy up my trunk, escorting the condom upwards with every stroke. A few strokes later the condom snaps off and is quickly discarded as Gaea rushes me back inside of her. My entire being begins to quake, I draw closer to erupting as she savages my body. So close. Closer. The words dance between my lips, “I’m, I’m cu…”
“Mmmmm!” She interrupts, the flood of her juices vacates my cock. Her orgasm flushes out as she bats her clit with my tip. I start to unload onto her thigh just as her squirting comes to a close. She slides me back in, collects the initial seed onto her finger, and continues draining me. Her trembling walls entice the rest of my cum to take refuge within her pussy. Moving her finger into her mouth, Gaea can taste my love as it splashes onto her tongue. Her shoulders bowed, her back rolls, head tilts as a rapturous smile slowly digs itself into her cheeks. Gaea affixes her eyes to mine, lets out a deep exhausted groan, and pulls me in for an even deeper kiss…” Mmmmmmm” …