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She opened her eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the sunlight flooding through the windows of the bedroom. Adjusting her head on the pillow, she smiled at the man sleeping next to her, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept deeply. Reaching out her hand, she placed the tips of her fingers on his chest and gently ran them down to his stomach, making him stir. He sighed softly and she knew he was slowly waking up. She lifted the sheet that covered them both and scooted underneath, kissing his lower stomach gently, pressing her lips to his navel, her hand grazing his cock that had already started to harden. His breathing had changed and now she knew he was awake, so she let her tongue briefly graze his hardening cock and felt him stifle a twitch.
As she opened her lips to gently kiss it, she felt his hand move to her back, his fingers caressing her soft skin, moving up to tangle into her red hair. She circled her tongue around the end of his fully erect cock and now he moaned, now grasping her hair tighter and she took all of him into his mouth. He moaned and she shifted her position so she was kneeling between his legs, the sheet still covering her, sliding her lips up and down his cock, her spit covering him, her hand grasping the base of it and massaging it gently, just the way she knew he liked. She increased her rhythm, her head moving up and down, his thick cock filling her mouth.
“Wait.” He gasped.
He threw back the covers and she took his cock out of her mouth, wiping spit from her chin and looking up at him. He seized her upper arm and pulled her up to him so she was straddling him and they kissed. Her long hair fell across his face and she leant into him, straddling his stomach, her wet pussy pressing against him, her tongue sliding in and out of his mouth. He grasped her ass, pushing up the red lingerie she was wearing, squeezing her cheeks hard. His hands moved to the straps of the lingerie and moved them down, revealing her breasts and he lifted himself up to take a nipple into his mouth and she gasped softly. He placed one of his hands on her lower back and pulled her down to him before kissing her again quickly and flipping her onto her back next to him.
She laughed and her hovered over her, moving her hair from her face and smiled at her. Their lips met again and he kissed her softly, feeling her relax into him, before his kisses travelled down her body and he was between her legs, kissing her inner thigh. Her fingernails grasped at the sheet as he licked her pussy, kissing it, flicking his tongue over her clit as she moaned. He circled his finger around her soaking pussy and she whimpered. He applied pressure to her and her whimpers turned to pleas, begging him, and his pushed one, two, then three fingers into her as his tongue continued to work on her clit. She arched her back, crying out, her entire body tingling, her mind becoming foggy with the oncoming orgasm. “I’m going to cum-“ She cried, and he stopped.
He removed his fingers and moved between her legs, pulling her close to him so his cock pressed against her. He ran his cum soaked fingers across her lips and she opened her mouth, sucking them while staring up at him. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and then pushed the tip of his cock inside her. Her eyes closed and she bit the inside of her cheek gently, leaning her head back as he pushed himself fully into her. The wet, tight warmth of her almost immediately sent him over the edge, he fit into her so perfectly. Leaning over her she opened her eyes and stared at him as he moved slowly out of her again, taking it so slowly to increase her torture as he knew she was so close to cumming. Each time he pressed himself back into her she moaned and gripped onto him tighter and he could feel himself about to lose control, but he wanted to watch her squirm. He wanted to draw it out for her, so he reluctantly pulled out of her warmth and got back onto his knees, flipping her onto her front and seizing her hips, pulling them close to him so she was bent over.
He ran the palm of his hand against her ass then slid his cock back into her and began fucking her again. She moaned deeply and he started to fuck her hard, thrusting himself into her, his balls slapping against her. “I’m going to cum,” She cried, and felt the orgasm rock through her, her pussy tightening and twitching. The sensation was so strong he came, too. His fingers pressed deep into her hips as he emptied himself into her, both moaning and gasping together, collapsing onto the bed. The warm cum dribbled out of her as her breathing slowed and she smiled at him. “Coffee?” She said. “I’d love one.” She laughed and hit him playfully, “I am not moving.”
He smiled and kissed her quickly, before disappearing from the bedroom.
Stretching out across the bed, she gazed out of the floor to ceiling window. The stickiness of cum between her legs was warm and familiar and she sighed, listening to the hum of the coffee machine from the kitchen. Stretching, she got up and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and pulling off the little clothing she had on, dropping it to the floor and stepping under the hot water.
“Coffee.” He had put on a dressing gown and passed her the coffee cup into the shower and she sipped it. Placing it on the shelf, she returned to the shower, letting the hot water work on the muscles in her shoulders. Leaning against the sink, he watched the hot water run over her body and through her hair as he drank his coffee.
“What do you want to do today?” He asked.
“Hmm…” She ran her fingers through her hair and he felt his cock twitch again. “As little as possible.”
She poured shower gel into her hand and massaged it into her shoulders, her hair now a dark red as it stuck to her back. The gel foamed and she rubbed her stomach, lower back, arms and breasts. He took another sip of coffee. “I can’t guarantee that.” He said.
She glanced at him, smiling.
“What does that mean?”
He finished his coffee and pulled the rope of his robe apart, dropping it to the floor and stepping into the shower with her.
“Oh,” She said, as he kissed her. She could taste the coffee on his tongue as he pressed her against the cold tiles. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately, the hot water beating against them both. His hands reached down to the backs of her legs and lifted her up and she wrapped them tightly around his waist. His cock was hard again and she welcomed his cock, stifling a moan as he pulled out and slammed into her, hard, her lower back pressed hard against the tiles.
“Fuck me.” She whispered, barely audible above the sound of the water and he pressed his face into her chest, fucking her wildly, his hips thrusting back and forth as she cried out, moaning his name and begging him to fuck her harder.
It didn’t take long for her to cum again, but he wasn’t finished with her. He slowed down his thrusts as she came, her legs so tight around him, but he didn’t wait long before he picked up the pace again and she was crying out from pleasure, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls. She was going to cum again and he could feel he was close again too and with his final thrust they came together, his face pressed into her breasts as he emptied his cum into her.
Her legs relaxed from around his waist and he held her as her feet touched the floor again, still holding her close to him, not wanting her too far from him yet. She kissed his chest, her forehead resting against him, her legs tingling and almost numb from the mind blowing orgasms.
“I might need more coffee,” He gasped, laughing.
As she opened her lips to gently kiss it, she felt his hand move to her back, his fingers caressing her soft skin, moving up to tangle into her red hair. She circled her tongue around the end of his fully erect cock and now he moaned, now grasping her hair tighter and she took all of him into his mouth. He moaned and she shifted her position so she was kneeling between his legs, the sheet still covering her, sliding her lips up and down his cock, her spit covering him, her hand grasping the base of it and massaging it gently, just the way she knew he liked. She increased her rhythm, her head moving up and down, his thick cock filling her mouth.
“Wait.” He gasped.
He threw back the covers and she took his cock out of her mouth, wiping spit from her chin and looking up at him. He seized her upper arm and pulled her up to him so she was straddling him and they kissed. Her long hair fell across his face and she leant into him, straddling his stomach, her wet pussy pressing against him, her tongue sliding in and out of his mouth. He grasped her ass, pushing up the red lingerie she was wearing, squeezing her cheeks hard. His hands moved to the straps of the lingerie and moved them down, revealing her breasts and he lifted himself up to take a nipple into his mouth and she gasped softly. He placed one of his hands on her lower back and pulled her down to him before kissing her again quickly and flipping her onto her back next to him.
She laughed and her hovered over her, moving her hair from her face and smiled at her. Their lips met again and he kissed her softly, feeling her relax into him, before his kisses travelled down her body and he was between her legs, kissing her inner thigh. Her fingernails grasped at the sheet as he licked her pussy, kissing it, flicking his tongue over her clit as she moaned. He circled his finger around her soaking pussy and she whimpered. He applied pressure to her and her whimpers turned to pleas, begging him, and his pushed one, two, then three fingers into her as his tongue continued to work on her clit. She arched her back, crying out, her entire body tingling, her mind becoming foggy with the oncoming orgasm. “I’m going to cum-“ She cried, and he stopped.
He removed his fingers and moved between her legs, pulling her close to him so his cock pressed against her. He ran his cum soaked fingers across her lips and she opened her mouth, sucking them while staring up at him. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and then pushed the tip of his cock inside her. Her eyes closed and she bit the inside of her cheek gently, leaning her head back as he pushed himself fully into her. The wet, tight warmth of her almost immediately sent him over the edge, he fit into her so perfectly. Leaning over her she opened her eyes and stared at him as he moved slowly out of her again, taking it so slowly to increase her torture as he knew she was so close to cumming. Each time he pressed himself back into her she moaned and gripped onto him tighter and he could feel himself about to lose control, but he wanted to watch her squirm. He wanted to draw it out for her, so he reluctantly pulled out of her warmth and got back onto his knees, flipping her onto her front and seizing her hips, pulling them close to him so she was bent over.
He ran the palm of his hand against her ass then slid his cock back into her and began fucking her again. She moaned deeply and he started to fuck her hard, thrusting himself into her, his balls slapping against her. “I’m going to cum,” She cried, and felt the orgasm rock through her, her pussy tightening and twitching. The sensation was so strong he came, too. His fingers pressed deep into her hips as he emptied himself into her, both moaning and gasping together, collapsing onto the bed. The warm cum dribbled out of her as her breathing slowed and she smiled at him. “Coffee?” She said. “I’d love one.” She laughed and hit him playfully, “I am not moving.”
He smiled and kissed her quickly, before disappearing from the bedroom.
Stretching out across the bed, she gazed out of the floor to ceiling window. The stickiness of cum between her legs was warm and familiar and she sighed, listening to the hum of the coffee machine from the kitchen. Stretching, she got up and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and pulling off the little clothing she had on, dropping it to the floor and stepping under the hot water.
“Coffee.” He had put on a dressing gown and passed her the coffee cup into the shower and she sipped it. Placing it on the shelf, she returned to the shower, letting the hot water work on the muscles in her shoulders. Leaning against the sink, he watched the hot water run over her body and through her hair as he drank his coffee.
“What do you want to do today?” He asked.
“Hmm…” She ran her fingers through her hair and he felt his cock twitch again. “As little as possible.”
She poured shower gel into her hand and massaged it into her shoulders, her hair now a dark red as it stuck to her back. The gel foamed and she rubbed her stomach, lower back, arms and breasts. He took another sip of coffee. “I can’t guarantee that.” He said.
She glanced at him, smiling.
“What does that mean?”
He finished his coffee and pulled the rope of his robe apart, dropping it to the floor and stepping into the shower with her.
“Oh,” She said, as he kissed her. She could taste the coffee on his tongue as he pressed her against the cold tiles. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately, the hot water beating against them both. His hands reached down to the backs of her legs and lifted her up and she wrapped them tightly around his waist. His cock was hard again and she welcomed his cock, stifling a moan as he pulled out and slammed into her, hard, her lower back pressed hard against the tiles.
“Fuck me.” She whispered, barely audible above the sound of the water and he pressed his face into her chest, fucking her wildly, his hips thrusting back and forth as she cried out, moaning his name and begging him to fuck her harder.
It didn’t take long for her to cum again, but he wasn’t finished with her. He slowed down his thrusts as she came, her legs so tight around him, but he didn’t wait long before he picked up the pace again and she was crying out from pleasure, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls. She was going to cum again and he could feel he was close again too and with his final thrust they came together, his face pressed into her breasts as he emptied his cum into her.
Her legs relaxed from around his waist and he held her as her feet touched the floor again, still holding her close to him, not wanting her too far from him yet. She kissed his chest, her forehead resting against him, her legs tingling and almost numb from the mind blowing orgasms.
“I might need more coffee,” He gasped, laughing.
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