The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, casting a soft, warm glow through the partially open blinds. The room was bathed in the hue of early morning light, the shadows playing coyly on the walls. I, the eager participant in this silent symphony of dawn, found myself lying next to him, my thoughts already racing with the anticipation of the day’s opening act. His chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, a testament to the depth of his slumber. With a devilish smile playing upon my lips, I reached out to touch him, my fingers tracing the contours of his bare skin as if I were an artist admiring the canvas of a masterpiece. His body was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets.
Leaning in, I placed a tender kiss upon the tip of his cock, feeling it twitch slightly at the sensation. He stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered open, immediately focusing on me. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the kind that told me he knew exactly what was coming, but still loved the surprise of it. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as my hand wrapped around the base, stroking gently. His eyes closed again, and he took a deep breath, savoring the sensation as I worked him into a slow, steady rhythm. His cock grew harder with each pass of my lips, and his breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling in time with my movements.
As he grew more awake, his hands found their way into my hair, guiding me in a silent conversation of desire. His hips began to lift off the bed, meeting my mouth with an increasing urgency. I knew he was close, so I paused for a moment, teasing him with the sudden absence of my warmth. His eyes snapped open, and he looked at me with a mix of pleasure and desperation. With a playful wink, I straddled him, positioning his hardened length at my entrance. The anticipation was palpable as I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, my wetness enveloping him completely.
He filled me up perfectly, stretching me just right as I began to rock my hips back and forth. The feeling of him inside me was exquisite, the early morning light playing across his features as he watched me take control. His hands moved from my hair to my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples as I leaned forward, grinding against him. I took one of his hands and placed it on my clit, showing him how I liked to be touched, and he eagerly complied, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure. The sound of our skin slapping together and the wetness of our passion filled the quiet room, a symphony of need and want.
Our eyes met, and in that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just us, our bodies joined as one, moving in perfect harmony. His thumb moved faster, and I could feel the beginnings of my climax building. My breath hitched, and I leaned back, taking his cock deep inside me as I rode him with renewed vigor. His hips bucked up to meet mine, the force of our connection driving us both closer to the edge. The headboard banged against the wall in time with our rhythm, a tempo that grew wilder and more erratic with each passing second.
My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, my muscles clenching around him as I threw my head back and screamed his name. He watched me intently, his eyes dark with lust as I rode the waves of pleasure. The sight of me lost in ecstasy pushed him over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside me, his body tensing as he released his load. We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts racing in unison. For a moment, we simply lay there, catching our breath, our limbs tangled together like two lovers who had just discovered the sweetness of love for the very first time.
The room grew warmer as the sun climbed higher, and the light grew stronger, highlighting the flecks of gold in his hair. He kissed me softly, his lips tasting faintly of salt and sex. “Good morning,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. I giggled, feeling a sense of playfulness bubble up inside me. “It’s definitely looking up,” I responded, nuzzling closer to him. He chuckled, his chest rumbling against my cheek as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
Our bodies remained joined, his cock still hard inside me as we took a moment to bask in the afterglow of our passion. His thumb still rested on my clit, gently stroking in small, lazy circles that had me purring like a kitten. “Again?” he asked, his voice hopeful and a little breathless. I nodded eagerly, my hips already starting to rock against his hand. He responded with a grin, his other hand moving to cup my ass, helping me to set a pace that had us both gasping for air.
The second orgasm hit me like a freight train, my entire body tightening around him as I cried out in pleasure. He groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he pumped into me, his own release imminent. “I’m going to cum again,” I whispered, my voice shaky with lust. He nodded, his eyes locked onto mine, and together we rode the wave of pleasure until it crested and broke over us. We lay there, panting and smiling, our hearts beating in time with each other’s.
After a moment, he reached down to pull out, his cock glistening with our combined juices. I watched as he sat up, the muscles in his back rippling as he moved. “Your turn,” he said, his voice low and commanding. He flipped me onto my back and slid down my body, his mouth descending on my still-sensitive clit. His tongue danced around it, flicking and sucking as his fingers delved into my wetness. I arched off the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as another climax began to build.
He knew my body so well, reading my every quiver and gasp as if they were the verses of a favorite poem. When he sensed that I was close, he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them just so, and I shattered, my legs quivering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t stop, though, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to keep the sensations coming. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head as I moaned and writhed beneath him.
Finally, I couldn’t take anymore, and with a whimper, I begged him to stop. He chuckled against my sensitive flesh, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he kissed his way back up my body. “I need you inside me,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t need any further prompting. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed back in, filling me up with one smooth stroke. The feeling of fullness was almost too much to bear, but I craved it, my body begging for more of him.
He took his time, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, each movement deliberate and precise. His eyes never left mine as he made love to me, his expression one of pure adoration and passion. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I dug my heels into his ass, urging him to go deeper, faster. He responded eagerly, his strokes becoming more urgent as we moved together in a dance of desire. The bed rocked beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall in a steady rhythm that grew louder with each passing moment.
Our kisses grew more frenzied, our tongues dueling as we devoured each other’s mouths. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our skin sticking together as we moved in perfect unison. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and valley with a possessiveness that made me feel cherished and desired. I could feel his cock swelling within me, the telltale sign that he was close to the edge. I bit my bottom lip, eager to feel him spill inside me once more.
With a growl, he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into mine with a ferocity that had the bed shaking violently. The headboard thumped against the wall in a staccato beat that matched the pounding of our hearts. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, my ankles locking together as I pushed against him, eager to take him deeper. Our eyes remained locked, the intimacy of the moment making my heart swell.
He leaned down, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth, biting gently as he sucked. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my core, making me whimper. My nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons on his skin. He groaned in response, his movements becoming more frantic. His thumb found my clit once again, pressing down as he continued to fuck me with a passion that seemed to have no end.
Our bodies moved as one, a symphony of skin and heat and desire. His cock hit just the right spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through me that grew stronger and stronger. “I’m going to cum,” I gasped, my voice raw with need. He growled in response, his own climax building. His teeth grazed my neck, his hips pumping into me with a ferocity that was almost overwhelming.
The orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt, my body convulsing around him as I screamed out his name. He followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his seed. We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and panting breaths, our hearts racing in tandem. For a moment, we lay there, the world outside forgotten, lost in the aftermath of our passion.
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