Your fingers move over my leg. Teasing me. Tempting me to open. I fight the urge with a wicked smile. I hear your laughter even though I don’t look your way. 

The road before us winds for a bit and your eyes stay focused there. Your fingers though; they never leave. Feather light touches. Reminders that your not done. 

Finally the road straightens and you move to part my thighs again. This time I give in. I need to feel; need to hear your reaction to my gift. 

The skirt I wear slips higher. Soon it’s pooled around my tummy. I let the seat fall back a bit. Lifting my tush just a moment. I hear your sharp intake of breath. 

“Bare.”

You manage the word. There’s heat in your gaze. Pure passion for me. It’s intoxicating. I bite my lip, unable to help myself. 

“Panties can be so restricting,” I whisper. 

I know your minds turning. Running through the day. All while I moved around without anything to cover my delicate folds. At any time you could have touch, felt, played. You wouldn’t have concentrated on anything else though. This I know. That’s why I didn’t say a word. 

Now it’s just.  Mind you in a car; driving. You could always pull over. It’s the woods.  No one will come by. If they do; right now I don’t care. I think these things and you must be reading my mind. 

You’ve pulled over. Your hand traveling the length of my thighs. Opening me further for your touch. I let out a moan. A cry. You continue. 

Your fingers teasing those ever dampening lips. Slick my sweetness. Craving to feel more. 

“Please”

It’s whispered as you fill me with one finger. Just a tease of what’s to come. I arch into you. Your smile still there; widens. You add another finger. Slowly. Easing them into my waiting heat. 

My hands move. Opening the v of the dress I’m wearing. They run over the lace and satin of the bra I’m wearing. I hear a slight groan from you. My fingers move under the fabric, pulling it down. I roll my nipples. Rubbing them as you would. Every touch, every sensation heightened. 

“That’s my good girl,” you tell me. 

I look at you, biting my bottom lip. I smile. Your fingers still deep in me pull out. I shake my head not wanting them to leave. Only you bring them to my lips. Letting me taste. My tongue runs over them. Sucking….

Then I feel you moving me. Lifting me. Over the console and onto your lap. You’ve undo your pants. Your cock glistening as it waits for home. Slowly we lower me down. 

That first inch. Yes I cry out. Gripping your shoulders as I feel you move in another inch. It’s delicious. This feeling. You filling me. Taking me. 

Finally you are there. Fully. Completely. I let out a cry. Your name slipping from my lips. It becomes my world. You become my world as we move. 

Your hips pushing up as I come down. Again and again. Our bodies slick with sweat. Hands moving and teasing. Our lips locked in a punishingly wonderful kiss. Broken only as I scream, falling, flying out of control. You follow. 

We stay locked together. Breathing the moment and each other in. A quiet moment left just to us. I can feel your smile. Then you whisper. 

“Amazing.”

Yes, you are I think to myself…

A story written I had written before but found the photo perfect to join it.

Enjoy:

The dark of the night fills my bedroom as I lie between the soft sheets.  My eyes close shutting out the moonlight filtering from the window.   My long legs move, trying to get comfortable even though it isn’t possible.  My body is tense, strung tight with a burning need. It’s as familiar as the sun shining or the rain falling down. 

I ache for you.

I desire you.

I want you.

My hands move under the sheet, beginning to rub a slow little circle on my sheer covered tummy.  The slow and easy friction that begins radiates outward.  I lift the soft pink fabric up, feeling the edge grazing my skin, causing me to gasp ever so lightly.  The heat from my body surrounds me, wrapping me up tightly.  Fingertips start drawing little designs over the heated skin, adding fuel to my inner fire.

I let my mind wander then.  Seeing you standing in the doorway to the bedroom, arms crossed with no shirt on.  Your just leaning there with that “oh so sexy” look on your face.  Your eyes intent and heated as you watch.  I can hear your voice; it’s hushed and burning with desire as you tell me to continue, not to stop.

Moving my legs, I let the pale sheet slip lower down my body, pooling at my hips.  You can see the sheer baby doll gathered just below my breasts. I sit up in the huge bed, smile at you as I raise my arms and begin to remove the gown.  Over my head and somewhere onto the floor it goes.  I shake my head, letting my hair caress my bare shoulders before opening my eyes again.

I lay back down, cushioned by several pillows.  The air bathes my nipples, making them harden and tighten even further.  I run my fingertips around each hardened nub, careful not to fully touch.  Taking one finger and bringing it to my mouth I gently suck on it, wetting it before bringing it back to my heated nipple.  My eyes find yours as I begin running circles around it, I hear you gasp and it cuts right through me.  I roll both nipples between my fingers, gently pulling on them.  Then I give them a delicious tug, a little bit of pleasure/pain rolling through my body.

“Yes,” I whisper into the night air.

My thighs tense, I push them together trying to quench the raging fire.  It doesn’t help.  Only one thing will, only you.  One hand continues its torment on my breast while the other finds its way over soft and silky skin to the warm moisture waiting between my thighs.  The sheer thong covering my mound is filled with my scent, my desire.  I can feel the dampness even before my fingers reach the waist band. 

“Wet,” I manage, voicing what you already know.

I can see you moving, sitting there on the corner of the bed.  Your hand runs over my leg, urging it to part further before you completely remove the sheet covering me there.  I watch you as I bite my bottom lip and hold my breath.  You just stare; you can see how damp those almost nonexistent panties are.  I can hear your groan, muffled and heated, filled with our mutual need.

“Lift,” I hear.

I raise my hips and feel your fingers moving higher, grabbing the sides of the small g-string thong and pulling down.  My fingers grasp the bed, my thighs close briefly and then part once again.  The panties find their way down my legs and now nothing covers me from your gaze.  You simply sit there and slowly stroke my leg, moving up to my thigh, just lightly tracing the skin there.  You tell me to continue without words.

My one hand resumes its exploration, moving between my parted thighs.  The smooth, soft, silken folds are moist with my heated need. My fingers open each fold, each glorious petal to your gaze and to my delight.  I’m slick, ready, overly so to be filled by you.  Yet you wait, letting me play and tease; building the pleasure that soon will follow. 

One finger delves deep inside, so slow and easy, that need riding me deeply.  One isn’t enough, not nearly, so I add another.  Two fingers moving, thrusting deep, rubbing and toying with that sweet spot of pleasure.  I gasp, I moan, I cry out.  My voice floats around us as I whimper your name.  That glorious release is so close; I can feel it down into my toes as my hand moves.  The friction of my palm rubbing on my aching nub brings it to a feverish peak.

“Stop baby,” I hear you whisper as you take my fingers in your hand and bring them to your lips.  The heat of your mouth closes over those two digits, cleaning them, savoring my taste.  “Sticky sweet, like honey,” you tell me.

My breath catches, I gasp as my eyes are lost in yours.  You move closer still, your pants having been long gone.  There is nothing between us, skin on skin.  You kiss my belly, my navel and then further up.  Your lips nibble around my breasts, avoiding my pouting nipples.  Tease, that’s exactly what you are doing to me.  I love it and you know it.  Finally your lips reach mine and it’s electric. 

I taste myself on you.  It’s intoxicating.  I can’t get enough of you, of me, of us.  Our lips meld together, tongues dueling, as our aching need grows.  My hips lift and rise, pressing into yours, feeling your length there at my very core.  It’s a silent invitation and I feel you begin to press into me, slowly.  There is such control in your movement yet I know it’s only by a thread you hold on.  I moan into your mouth as my fingers grip your shoulders.

The feeling of you slowly filling me is driving me crazy.  I try to press upward, onto your length and you won’t let me.  Finally though, you are there, so very deep inside of me.  Our kiss breaks, our eyes looking into each other, the sweet joy of being filled is evident on my face.  Then, without a word you begin to move.  Almost completely out, the very tip of you remaining and I whimper “don’t”.  I can hear you whisper that you won’t leave me, ever and I gasp.  It’s meaning clear.

I lift my legs, wrapping them around you as we begin the journey.  I can feel that edge, so close.  Each thrust, so deep, bringing it even closer.  I nip and kiss at your neck, biting ever so gently.  Hearing your reaction makes me bolder, makes my desire burn more.  Our voices fill the air, asking for more, begging for it.  Your words of love, of need spill past your lips.

Each thrust becoming deeper, harder, faster.  It’s time; I can feel my body tighten.  I whisper it in your ear; let you know that I’m going to fly apart, going to come, for you.  I hear your breath catch and that hard won control slips.  Frantically your hips move, pumping into me, spearing with all that you have.  I take each thrust, crying out and demanding more.  You name falling past my lips, over and again till I tighten.  The walls you tightly fit into clench and hold you captive as my sweet orgasm washes through me.  It takes over my body, robbing me of my breath, my words, my sight.  I grip you, holding on so that I don’t loose you.

I feel you letting go, your cock filling me deeply, pouring into my waiting warmth.  You rock into me, giving me every drop, every bit of you that you can.  As I give you all that I am.  Such sweet and delicious pleasure pour’s from one to the other, no end and no beginning.  Just us and our love as we lay there tangled up together.

 My eyes drift open, the darkness of the night still creeping in.  My body relaxed and tingling after what it just went though.  I curl to my side, feeling you behind me, closing my eyes for the final time tonight and drifting off to join you in a dream once again…

I saw this photo and instantly I am reminded of this story I wrote for you.  How I crave our shower time.

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I had one of those dreams, the kind you get at the worst possible time but are so caught up in it you can’t think.  You did that to me today.  I was with family and friends and I thought of you.  You simply slipped into my mind; your voice filling my head.  You’re voice is soft, sensual as you whisper sweetly to me.  My every fiber is suddenly lost to you.  I watch those in front of me talking and laughing and yet I have no clue as to what they are saying. 

I am with you, alone.  No noise, no one begging for our attention.  It’s just you and I. 

The shower is running and you are calling my name.  I smile as I enter the bathroom and see you.  You’re standing beneath the water, it’s caressing over your skin the way I want my hands to.  I stand there for a moment, just watching as you take a loufa and begin to travel the hard planes of your body with it.  You smile and wink at me as your hands move.  The soap clings to your body, and then slowly travels lower.  The same thing happens with my gaze.

You are wonderful.  It’s no wonder I am under your spell.

I undo the tie of my soft pink satin robe and let it fall to a pool at my feet.  I hear a growl and laugh.  The heat in your eyes flares and deepens as you look upon me.  The dampness between my thighs grows more under it.  Only you can do this to me.  Not even a touch and my body is readying itself for you. 

Your hand reaches out for mine and I take it.  You help me into shower and against you.  I gasp at the contact, it’s electric.  Your chest brushes against my nipples, hardening them.  I wonder if you could possibly know how much I want you.  Then your lips find mine and I know you do.  The kiss is as it always is with us. Hard.  Hot.  Demanding.

Your tongue invades my mouth, plundering it.  Your hands have lost the soapy sponge and began tangling themselves in my hair.  My own hands move to your shoulders, then to your neck.  I desperately want to wrap myself around you.  I settle for just my hands right now.  Our kiss takes away my breath, my will to stand.  I try to move, to lean against the shower wall but you have other ideas and turn us so my back hits the water.

It hits my head, my hair.  Soon droplets are falling down my face.  I have to close my eyes and can only feel as that very water falls over them.  Then your thumb is there, rubbing over my bottom lip.  I let out a soft moan and nibble ever so lightly on the pad of it. You let me gently suck it into my mouth, my tongue lightly flicking over it.

You groan. 

I move my head so I’m able to open my eyes.  They find yours instantly.  There’s such desire raging in both our eyes.  You move your thumb, taking it from my mouth and bring it down my jaw line, against my neck, and reaching my hardened nipple.  You know me, how sensitive my body is when you touch it, and you relish in that knowledge.  You always use it to your advantage and of course mine.

My thoughts are ripped from my head, replaced with more delicious pleasure as your thumb and finger roll each hardened nub.  You pull ever so gently; I gasp and clutch your shoulders.  My nails dig into them, leaving half moon shapes.  Then your head lowers and I feel only the heat of your mouth covering one.  Your tongue flicks, toys, and plays with it.  Then you move to the other.  You offer no relief but only tease me, making me ride that sweet edge of release.

It’s sudden and swift, you turn me so that my back presses into the wall of the shower.  I have no chance to moan as your lips close over mine.  It’s another kiss that rocks me to my toes.  My body arches in to yours, rubbing against your hard length as it pushes against me.  The kiss stops suddenly, your breathing harsh and labored.  I realize why, you are trying to regain control.  The feel of your cock cradled between us, of my pressing and rocking on you, brought you there.

My hand reaches between us, it closes over your thick length.  I’m always taken back by just how thick you are.  I slowly begin to stroke you, your eyes staring straight into mine.  It’s more erotic than anything else ever could be.  Seeing deep into you, knowing how much you want me.  I want to drop to my knees, to truly worship you but you sense that and have other ideas.

You turn me, raise my arms over my head and whisper softly in my ear.  Your voice is hushed but heated, straining with the need we both feel.  “Don’t move them or I’ll stop.”  You know I’ll listen and I nod agreement.  Your hands and lips travel from my shoulders, down my spine.  Your teeth nip, softly biting, sending shivers over my body. 

You finally reach the curve of my ass.  I can feel your tongue tracing my tattoo.  I moan against the cool of wall, my hands gripping it.  I can never explain to you how truly sensitive that spot is to your touch.  I know my reaction; I can feel the wetness coating the sweet lips waiting for your touch, your exploration.  You don’t rush though, your idea of torture.  Sometimes it can be just that but I know you won’t leave me begging for too long.

There are soft nibbles on the fullness of each cheek.  I gasp, it can’t be helped.  Then there is a smack, a stinging in first the left and then the right.  My head turns; I look down into your face.  I see you smile.  It’s pure wickedness.  I decide to play along.  You know how I feel about spankings, never too hard, just enough to be a pleasurable pain.  There you go again.  Time seems to stop as you redden my ass to a nice shade of pink.  It’s only then that you begin rubbing.  You kiss them softly then let your hand travel.

“Someone liked that,” you say with that wonderful laughter in your voice.  It’s almost mocking, daring me to try and deny it.

I can’t though.  The proof rests on your fingers.  It seems you want to make sure as you slowly ease the wet folds apart.  You move my legs, parting them further.  Then you pull at my hip, making me bend just the way you desire.  That’s when you lean in and slowly lick.  It’s as though you are savoring that first taste, maybe you are.  Your strokes are slow, deliberate.  They have me clawing the shower wall and pushing against you.

Then your finger works its way into the warm heat.  “Yes,” I moan.  It’s only one finger but I’m just so thankful for that.  You soon add another to it. You move slow, then fast.  You’ve watched me so many times before and know exactly how to give me the most pleasure.  I can feel you curl your fingers now, pressing against that spot.  I’m whimpering, words failing me as I mumble.  Only your name, it’s all I can manage.  I know you love that, reducing me to saying only your name.

You move faster, your hand making its own rhythm.  I can’t stand it; it’s too much for me.  Your free hand raises and then lowers on my ass.  I cry out your name, hard and long.  You feel the tight walls of my pussy closing over you.  They milk your fingers as they would your cock.  Your tongue tasting every last drop I can give.  I softly sigh as the last few spasms roll through me.

“That’s my girl,” I hear as you stand, turning me to you.

We kiss; I taste my sweetness on your lips. It’s a sweet mixture of you and me.  I think I could be addicted to it.  I know I am as our tongues find one another.  Your hand reaches for my leg, lifting it as your length finds its way to where we want it most.  Slowly you press forward, entering me.  We both moan. 

“Wrap your legs around me,” you manage against my lips.

As I move them, I feel your cock slipping further inside me.  You stretch me, fill me, so fully.  I savor it, as do you.  Then you begin to move, pulling nearly out before you thrust back.  It’s utterly decadent.  The water has cooled that now flows around us but we don’t notice as our bodies are so heated.  Again and again you move.  You take your time, hearing every gasp and moan I make.

“More please,” I whisper as your lips kiss my neck.

 You give me more.  Your cock moves faster, harder, somehow deeper than before.  Your hands hold my ass, moving me into you.  I can’t stand it.  I’m on that edge.  Then your voice whispers in my ear.  “Come for me lover; come on my cock.  Let me feel you.”

It’s all it takes.  I fly apart, my thighs closing around you.  You groan as my voice fills the air.  My head falls to your shoulder, biting it ever so lightly.  It sets you off.  One finally thrust and you begin to fill me.  I can’t help but cry out softly.  There is too much pleasure.  Our heads rest together, breathing rapidly.  You smile; it’s that smile that started this whole thing.  I can’t help but return it.

It’s then the dream is gone.  It’s filled with reality.  I let out a deep sigh as I know you’ll enjoy this dream as much I as I.

**photo re-blogged from mybeautifulcunt

Something I wrote before and it’s stuck in my mind.  I want this, need it today with you.

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It’s early morning; the light is filtering in from the bedroom windows.  I slowly roll over to the middle of the bed, searching for the warmth of your skin and not finding it.  My eyes open briefly as I look to confirm my thoughts.  It is only then that I smell fresh coffee.  You’ve been awake for awhile now I’m sure.  I let my eyes fall closed once again, a sweet and low sigh slipping past my lips.  I let my head linger on your pillow just a moment longer before deciding to get up and say good morning to you before you leave.

Sitting up, the sheet and comforter fall from my naked body.  The cool morning air causes little goose bumps to take up residence on my flesh.  I reach for my pale pink satin robe that hangs from the back of the door and slip it on.  I don’t tie it too tight as hope to tempt you into being a little late to work this morning.  I smile to myself as I pass a mirror in the hall and head down the stairs. 

I find you sitting on the recliner, the paper in your hand.  You are so engrossed in what you are reading that you don’t even hear me approach.  How perfect, I think to myself as I undo the bow that I just made.  I let out a little cough, startling you just enough for you to lower the paper.  You open the mouth to say something but before you can find the words I let the robe open and soft fall from my shoulder to a satin pink pool at my feet.  Your eyes hold mine before they travel lower.

Your gaze runs over my breasts, making my nipples harden for you.  I see you quickly lick your lips and I smile knowing your mouth is watering for just a taste.  Your hands fold the newspaper quickly and discard it to the floor as your eyes move over my stomach.  My breath catches as I see the desire so plainly written in your hungry stare.  My hands tighten into balls as I try to keep from swaying closer to you.  I am hoping to tempt you but as is usually the case my need threatens to put a stop to it before it can begin.  Finally your eyes stop between my thighs, lingering there as you are savoring the delectable sight as a man would do to his last meal.

I know that you can see my soft, smooth folds glistening with my sweet juices.  I bite my bottom lip as I see you lick yours.  Damn you for doing this to me.  I don’t really mean it; I wouldn’t change how my body responds to you.  I just want this to last and my aching desire for you threatens it.  I see your hands reaching for your belt and pants as you undo them.  I left out a laugh and your voice fills the quiet air around us.

“I need you,” you tell me.

I walk to you with that wicked twinkle floating in my eyes as I still your hands on the zipper.  In an unspoken moment you understand that I want to do that.  My delicate hands move yours and I pull the zipper down.  Your breath catches as my fingers rub against the fabric of your underwear.  The feel of the cloth straining over your rapidly hardening length seems to excite you even move.  I look up at you and find your eyes half closed.  It seems you enjoy every touch; the friction delights you just as much if not more.

The craving for a taste of you overrides my need to tease you and I free your cock from its cotton restraint.  My finger circles over the tip of your length, a small little pool of essence waiting for me.  I let my finger rest there before bringing it to my lips.  You groan, it’s loud and deep, near a growl as I smile.  You know how I love your sweet and salty taste.  Your cock is my favorite lollipop that I love to savor.

“You taste good baby,” I whisper.

You nod, your voice suddenly gone as my lips close over you.  My tongue bathes the underside of your cock, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves resting on the underside of your cockhead.  Lips move down and over you desperate to taste every part of your hardened flesh.  I trail soft kisses and nibbles along the top of your length down to the base and then back up.  Only then to I return to the underside, this time slower, my tongue bathing you with long slow licks.  Up and down, drawing circles around you down to your base and then to your balls.  My tongue flicks them; playing as I here you moan and soon find your hands back in my hair.  You pull every so lightly, motioning that you need more.  Once again my lips close over you and your hands and hips begin to move, rocking into my mouth. 

The taste of you, it’s addictive and I am an addict.  There is no twelve step program that could lure me away from the sweet and salty flavor of you.  I dream of it, yearn for it.  My mouth waters at the simple thought.  Now I have you, your heated length fucking my mouth, my full lips wrapped around you as your hands pull me closer.  “That’s my girl.  Just like that baby,” you whisper.

I want your release, I want your taste and I want it now.  It’s my new mission; I need your unique flavor.  I suck harder, as if it was possible but somehow it is.  You moan and your thighs tighten instinctively.  I let my finger, my long nails run over your tummy and down your thighs and I hear you moan.  Your hips are moving faster and your strokes are deeper.  I take it all, I take you and in a muffled grown of my name I taste you.  My reward!  You are salty and sweet, so distinctly you and I savor every little drop I can pull from you.  As my tongue continues bathing you, a final worshiping of sorts you look down and smile at me before pulling up onto your lap.

Our lips meet and I know you can taste yourself on my lips and that only drives my aching need for you higher.  Your strong hands, the ones that bring me such pleasure, hold my head while you plunder my mouth.  You nibble lightly on my bottom lip and I can’t help but whimper.  I can feel how wet I am for you, its slowly dripping down my thigh and on to your pants.  You have a way of making so wet and it’s so easy for you.  Your eyes find mine, just looking at me, seeing me and my lust and desire for you. 

“What do you want?” you ask my as your thumb floats over my bottom lip.

“You,” I say simply and suck your thumb in as I had your cock.

“Bad girl, I know that.  I want you to tell me how and where.  Do you want me to touch your aching breasts?  Want me to pull on those pretty sweet nipples?  Should I bathe them with long strokes of my tongue?  Do you need more baby?  Do you need my fingers to tease those smooth puffy lips?  Do you ache for a finger to fill you or tease that pouting little nub of yours?  I want you to tell me, show me,” you say looking at me.

I’m a mess; a quivering, sopping mess.  My breathing is rapid, my nipples extra hard and just begging to be pulled.  It’s what I want.  I look at you, a twinkle in my passion filled eye and bring my hand to my nipple.  I trace my nail over my breast, teasing and seeing you smile.  Your hand comes and does the very same thing on my other breast, a mirror image of sorts.  I then grasp the nub between finger and thumb; I roll it lightly before pulling up and feeling the delightful tug of its own weight.  Yet again you watch and then repeat. 

Taking two of my fingers I gently suck them into my mouth.  They are coated and return to the sensitive nipple, running around, wetting my areola and then toying with overly hard tip.  I let out a moan and here your satisfied little laugh.  I open my eyes and look at you, daring you to repeat it, needing you to and yet knowing you won’t.  You’ll do one better.  Your tongue skates out over your lips, I watch with pure need on my face.  Your head lowers, your hands gripping my hips pull me in closer.  You kiss around my breast, the top and underside.  I arch into you, my hands in your hair as I try for what I want but know I won’t get till you want to give it to me.  Your tongue traces circles, over and around, just missing the nipple that I will soon be begging for you to taste.  You blow little on the wet skin and a shiver.  Just when I think you’ll taste me you decide to torment the other breast, the one my fingers toyed with.

That same torment ensues.  Your ever talented mouth moved over my flesh, drawing out moan after moan from my lips.  How this turned out more about me I never will know.  I’m not complaining mind you.  I whimper, loudly and offer a soft “please”.  Your eyes find mine and as they do they close over me.  You nibble, pulling my nub with your teeth.  Sensations spiral through me and I swear I could nearly come from this feeling alone.  Then you treat me to the wickedness of you mouth on my other one.  My hips have begun rocking against you and I can feel your cock starting to harden again. 

You hands caress my sides, running up and down, over my thighs and to my ass.  You cup it and pull me to you, harder.  I gasp, my clit is so hard, my sweet pussy so wet that I know my orgasm is hanging close by.  Your lips kiss up my chest, right to that spot on my neck where shoulder meets neck, and you bite.  Your one hand is hold my ass tight as the other moves between us and begins running over the wet folds.  I cry out and whimper your name as that small orgasm floats over me. 

“That’s just a hint of the next one,” you tell me.

You slip one finger inside, feeling how tight my walls are, then another joins the first.  I’m not as full as I am when your cock fills me but its enough for now.  Your palm pushes against my clit.  Your moving begins slowly, achingly slow.  My hips move with you, trying to pull you in deeper as I feel that other hand of yours moving down.  Finding that little, tight rosebud and slowly pushing in as your finger is coated with those honey sweet juices from my pussy.  It’s a sea of sensation for me, your mouth on mine, your fingers taking, pushing me further, their pace faster now.  I’m writhing on you, hands in your hair, words slipping past my lips.  Mostly your name, please for more, never to stop, I simply can’t think.  As you move faster, the fingers rubbing that sweet spot, the other moving so perfectly in my ass I cry out.  I coat your fingers, gripping them as your palm continues to rub my clit.  You draw out the pleasure till my body collapses against you.

“I’m not done with you,” you say with a hint of amusement.

You raise me up just enough to slip your cock inside me.  Its one fluid motion and I cry out at how fully you fill me.  Your hands tighten on my hips, guiding me, lifting me almost to the point where your cock leaves the sweet warmth of my pussy.  I shake my head no, not wanting you to leave, as you slowly then push up and into me.  Each thrust is deeper and harder then the last and its all I want.  To feel this, your length pushing into me, pounding away as your hands roam and your lips kiss.  Soon though it’s not enough for either of us and we find ourselves on the soft floor. 

You turn me to my knees, raising my ass with my head down.  I turn and look back at you and you offer that wicked wink just before pushing in.  “Oh my…” my voice falters as you slide in and out.  I can feel your weight bearing down on me.  Your hands move up my back and grasping my hair.  You pull, not too hard, just enough to cause that delicious ache.  I whimper, you know I’m close and I can feel you nearing your own release.  Your hands leave my hair, moving back to my hips.  I can feel that familiar finger pushing its way back into the heat of my ass.  I let out a cry of yes.  You move both, sure strokes, deeper each time until I am a whimpering mess.  Your name leaves my lips on a strangled cry and after few more strokes I can feel you releasing every single drop.  I can feel my body milking you, drawing from you every last drop. You shudder, I whimper.  We lay there for a moment; you bent over me, your cock still semi hard inside me.  After a moment you move and pull me to lay on you back in the chair that started this all.  I look up at you with a satisfied smile on my face.

“Call in today?” I ask.

“Already done,” you say as you run your fingers through my hair.

Light pours in the room, it caresses our skin as we begin to wake.  I feel your arms tightening around me, pulling me even closer to you.  The way you wrap around me, holding, protecting me.  I smile into your shoulder as my hands run over your back.  I can hear your voice now, gruff with sleep and early morning passion as you whisper, “good morning baby.”

I lift my leg over yours, feeling your cock nudge my sweet mound.  My hips rise, rubbing over your length.  I bite my bottom lip, before looking up and meeting your eyes.  I see my own desire and need reflected in them.  ”Yes,” you moan as you part the soft, smooth folds of my pussy.

Slowly you begin to fill me, every inch branding me once again as yours….

*photo re-blogged from  twistedmissy