Erotica - Morning Conversation II

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She awakened slowly in the predawn light, lying on her side with him tucked against her back, spoon fashion. She drowsed in the warmth of the pillows and quilts, the scent of him filling her nostrils, his chest against her back, knees tucked into hers, arms wrapped firmly around her. His hands were gently kneading her breasts, occasionally squeezing, stroking, and palming her nipples.

As she became more fully awake and aware of his arousal, he grabbed a large, heavy breast in each hand and pulled her hard against his chest, his hands becoming a corset of sorts. Then he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around each nipple and squeezed hard. That always did things to her. She would spasm in a sort of mini-orgasm, arching her back and pushing her ass upwards into his groin, the muscles in her pussy tightening, and her knees spreading apart, inviting him to sink his body between them. And then would come that groan of mingled pleasure and desire that would rise and burst from her throat. It was enough to give him a hardon just listening to her and feeling her writhe against him!

As her body released her for the time being from the grip of that desire filled sensation, she straightened her legs, and he squeezed those wonderful triggers of lust again. Her head snapped back against his shoulder and a knee pulled upwards as her ass once again arched up to meet his cock, searching and offering and wanting.

He shifted slightly, moving one leg between hers in order to position his heavy erection along her slit, gently rocking his hips back and forth against her, rubbing his cock into that hot, wet valley, the head bumping against her clit, snagging against her cunt, and nudging her anus with every stroke. And all the while he kept twisting and squeezing and kneading those warm, supple mountains of pleasure that were her breasts. God, he loved this woman and her body!

She was ready for him, so hot and wet and ready that she began to tremble from her need; so hot and wet and ready in such a short time. That was something else he adored about her. She was an "instant on" woman. She didn’t need hours of foreplay to wind up her desire and sexual need.

Well, he supposed, practice made perfect. He had been waging a steady campaign on her body ever since he first decided that she would be his to pleasure, teaching her body to respond instantly to his touch, always craving his caress, her pussy drenching with wet heat from the moment his hands brushed against her breasts, teaching her to be as aroused first thing in the morning as he was. It was too bad that he wasn’t in a position to suck on those luscious mounds, but ... Tomorrow was another day.

She turned her head to him and gently nibbled and sucked on his ear, wringing a groan from him that matched hers in intensity and desire. He captured her mouth in a deep, searching kiss, his tongue stroking and invading, mimicking the mating that would soon follow.

Still consuming her with that kiss, he reached one hand down and stroked her bare knee and thigh, caressing her hip and buttocks, and finally threaded his fingers into her muff, through that wet heat between her legs to tease and tweak and torment her clit, the heal of his hand pressing against her cunt. His other hand maintained his grip on her breast, squeezing the nipple every time she relaxed, just to feel her squirm against him and listen to her groans.

She reached back and, as he pulled his cock back along her slit, grabbed first his prick hot, hard, and slippery with her juices and then his balls, cupping, stroking, and rolling them in her fingers, transferring the wetness that slicked his cock to his balls, forcing another groan from him. He twisted both of her nipples in retaliation, her body reacting as always, thrusting and arching, desperate to satisfy their needs.

And then all restraint was thrown to the winds. He half rose off the bed, and grabbed her, flipped her onto her stomach, and rammed his rod into her cunt with a growl, excited even more by her whimpers and moans of response. He pulled her hips up, so she was on her knees, her face turned against the mattress, her arms flung out to her sides gripping and twisting the bedclothes in the agony of her desire, her pussy open, offering that hot, wet heaven that his cock demanded.

He pushed her knees as far apart as she could go, and then drove his throbbing dick into her dripping opening in one smooth, powerful movement. Over and over, harder and harder, he rammed his cock into her snatch, faster and deeper with each thrust. He leaned over her back and threaded his hands under her, pulling her up so he could grab her breasts, twisting and squeezing her nipples, forcing those mini-orgasms over and over and over again.

Until she begged.

He loved to hear her beg that breathless, desire thickened voice, her face and neck flushed with sexual tension. She begged him to finish her. Begged him to stop the delicious torment of her nipples, clit and cunt. Begged him to let her cum.

He felt his climax begin as his balls started to rise in their sack, and he freed one of her breasts to reach around her and once again fingered her clit. Only a few strokes and one last simultaneous squeeze to both her clit and the nipple he still trapped in his fingers and she was writhing in earnest, groaning and thrashing with the delicious agony of her orgasm, her breasts bouncing in his hands as he continued ruthlessly pumping into her hot, wet cavity, the muscles of her cunt spasming around his cock, triggering his own orgasm.

As he began to cum, he clutched her to him as if he could make her melt into his body, spewing hot cum into her in jerking bursts as he ground his groin into her snatch, until he was finally milked dry by the spasming of her love muscles, and they both collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent, and drowsy once again.

Some time later, he pulled his now limp cock from her heaven, the muscles of her pussy clutching at him one last time, as if reluctant to let him leave her. He gathered her into his arms, taking those fulsome breasts back into his loving hands, stroking and teasing, whispering in her ear how much he loved her and her body and what she did to him and with him.

She turned in his arms and kissed him, and taking his cock in her hands, began to stroke it and his balls; unbelievably his cock started to stiffen again under the onslaught of those caresses and that kiss.

And then she said, “My turn to make you beg.”