My eyes shut without provocation as I get lost sucking on her breast, her body going limp, boneless as she lets me take charge. As she should…I’m personally responsible for her enjoyment, and I don’t take the honor of that responsibility lightly.
Sliding her body forward she lies down, surprising me but I don't question it. The time for questioning is over. I continue to suck on her titty, alternating with the other and then back, giving the surrounding skin little nibbles here and there.
One in my mouth I grab the other with my hand, rolling my thumb over the turgid peak before tracing the outline of her areola, then I move across its surface.
My hand continues its movement, heading south across the smooth skin of her torso, making my cock hard as steel.
Fuck, do I want her…need her right now.
As much as I love sucking on her chest, I need more. I look at her pajama pants seeing that they’re tied at the top. A delicate little ribbon keeps me from freeing them from her body and seeing her pretty pink pussy. A delicate little ribbon standing in between me and what I want. The resistance beyond laughable. I unravel it and feel my heart race.
Her eyes close and she moans my name, “Tony.”
My cock twitches and immediately I slip my fingers underneath the elastic of her pajama pants and pull them down, her panties coming along for the ride.
The darkness of her slit reveals itself, teasing me as her legs slowly start to part. Her sex is drenched, easily determined thanks to the close shave she must have given the thatch of hair above her opening very recently…knowing what was going to happen very, very soon.
Mission accomplished, for both of us.
With her pants off and underwear gone I send my tongue right in, lapping at her salty, slick channel.
Screw breakfast and screw everything else this world could possibly offer.Thisis the way a man is meant to wake up when he’s found the woman of his dreams. This is how you start a motherfuckin’ day. I don't care if I die at the age of fifty. I don't care if I die at the age of forty-something. I'm sure after this morning I'll be content. Her pussy can do that to me...me and only me because she belongs to me and no one else. Ever. Period.
My tongue swipes up then across, soaking up everything that she's got as I swallow her flavor down. Her legs open wider and instinctively I work my fingers inside her hole, making a come-hither motion as soon as I land on her G-spot.
I may not open up emotionally very much, if at all, but I’m sure as hell ready, willing, and able to give her an out-of-body emotional experience that will have her hips dancing right here on the bed.
Judging by the way she's clutching at the sheets already, she’s well on her way. I move gently, not too aggressively, and when she writhes against my face and I feel her pull away slightly I become gentler as I move with her in a kind of horizontal dance as I massage her pussy, lick her clit like I’m dying of thirst in the Sahara and the only means of survival lies between her legs.
It's not far from the truth, if at all.
Her hands fist the sheets before dropping the high thread count cotton and then knife in my hair, running them forward and back before she gives my hair a little pull that turns more and more aggressive the faster I move my finger.
Whatever I'm doing to her it's something she's never felt before. It's the equivalent of what she does to my heart. At least I can do that for her in a physical sense if I haven’t touched her insides like she’s made her mark on my heart.
I slip my boxers off while I’m eating her out, never taking my face off her and damn sure not slowing the pace of my tongue or my finger.
My dick is throbbing. I know that once I bury myself inside her I'm not going to last long. The last time that knowledge flashed through my mind was because I had the instinct to give her a baby. I don't know if I'm right, but my gut tells me that she’s already carrying my child, or at least she’s going to be. The last time I had this kind of intuition was with Luca’s conception. I'm not claiming to be a psychic or whatever but coincidences don't really happen in my life, letting me know that when I have this kind of intuition it’s almost a given that it’s going to happen.
Good. Because that’s exactly what I want with her. Barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen into eternity. Mine. Sure, she can work a part-time job for personal fulfillment if she wants, but she better be ready to give up that ass at least a handful of times a day because I plan on keeping her so filled with my D.N.A. that it’s going to be dripping out of her on the regular, her pussy filled to the brim constantly as I breed her, grow our family together, and put my claim on her for the entire world to see.
Unable to take this anymore I mount her and in one move slide every last inch inside her, causing her eyes to flash open. Thank God for the missionary position because it allows us to have longing eye contact as we both just pause, looking so damn deep into each other’s eyes I swear I can see her soul.
She bites her lower lip and it's the sexiest thing that I've ever fucking seen. Sure she's a good girl by day, but when she's in bed with me she's a little demon. She knows what she wants. She knows what I'm capable of. There's something about having sex with her that's different than ever before. Maybe it's the emotional aspect. I don't know. I'm not a psychologist. All I know is that when I'm with her, the rest of the world doesn't mean shit to me.
Moving in and out of her with passion, she clutches the headboard with her hands. Her ample breasts slide up and down, back and forth as I slam into her so aggressively that the bed slides across the floor, the legs coming up with each pump of my hips.
Up and down her tits go like she's on some sort of roller coaster without a top, they’re movements only inciting me to take her even harder.
“You okay?” I confirm, sweat falling from my forehead.
“Yes. Faster. Don’t stop.”
Knowing she wants me just as wild as she makes me causes a shot of pride to rifle through my chest. Knowing I do this to her, give her this feeling, make her this happy empowers me like nothing else. For the first time in my life, I have a woman that I instinctively want to please more than anything else in the world.
I feel myself getting closer and closer to climaxing. While holding myself up, I put one of my hands on her breasts because I love touching those nipples, and would do it all day long if it didn’t freak her out. My hips find another gear, knowing I’m about to finish and wanting her to cross the finish line in unison with me.
Her body starts to stiffen, which from last time tells me I’ve almost accomplished my goal. It's like she can feel the rapidly approaching relief bubbling up, the tidal wave about to break the dam.