His cock is still glazed from our other-worldly session last night, which had us both too exhausted to get up after, so we literally just passed out. I reach down between my thighs to check my oil, and just as I suspected, my engine is warmed up from my dream. I bring my fingers to my mouth to taste myself as I watch those big blues roll under his lids. He smirks in his sleep, and I decide to entertain myself a little while longer without waking him to let him enjoy his dream. He doesn’t use covers, and I sit there and admire his physique, all the way from those Brook Shields’ eyebrows, to his dimples and then down over his power shoulders and pecks, and continue down his furry wall to his enchanting cock as it flexes in response to whatever he is dreaming. My fingers taste so delicious, salty and sweet, and I dip them again into my au jus and spread the wealth around my clit. I soon get carried away, and I’m making too much noise with my little whimpers and the smacking sound my nether lips make while I jostle my little swollen joy-stick. I’m literally salivating to the point of drooling looking at his fat cock, and the need becomes too much, and I start to pet his thick, veiny appendage. He stirs and smiles bigger, but doesn’t wake, even after I stretch my mouth over his cock like a glove.
I go slow and take his cock deep to the back of my throat without missing a note while strumming my own strings. His cock gets larger and drives me closer to climax, and I hear him say, “suck it, baby,” and look up to see if he is awake. I’m torn to find that he is still asleep but just as demanding, and I suck him deeper and harder, allowing my saliva to lube his shaft and balls, as my itch gets harder and harder to scratch. I stroke and roll his balls and feel his hand on top of my head pushing me deeper while his hips thrust and roll. I get consumed and forget all about my itch completely, and I’m desperately hoping that he cums down my throat until I hear “good morning, my love”, and look up to see his whole face smiling a sleepy smile and actually get to see those happy bedroom blues. He grabs my head firmly on both sides and pulls me off his cock, forcing me to relinquish my hold and hope for giving him his “happy ending”. He pulls me up and kisses my now swollen lips before growling and throwing me onto my back and putting the back of my thighs under his arms, and kissing my other swollen lips. “What got into you?” he asks, to which I reply, “You soon, I hope”.
He is so happy when he finds me already a sopping mess that his growls get hungrier and he uses his face to spread my au jus and kisses my starfish good morning before moving back up and capturing my clit and spreading me taut with his mouth and flickering his tongue up and down my screaming clit. I reach out and milk his hanging cock, which is just out of reach of my mouth, and I pout because it would help to keep me preoccupied and from cumming too quickly. I massage his taint, hoping to distract him, but it just makes him more voracious, and I am soon right back at ground zero, and he doesn’t relent until I’m water-boarding him and filling his nose with cum and flexing involuntarily. I was pissed for a second because that wasn’t the way I wanted to cum, and with his thick kick stand still in my hand, I pushed him onto his back, ready to teach him a lesson. He smiles smugly as I mount him and try to slowly guide myself onto his cock because I’m still so sensitive, but he doesn’t like to give up control and grabs me by my hips and forces me down while thrusting up hard. All I could do was shake my head and give him the stink eye as his smug smile stretched further as if to say, “What are you going to do about it?”
I dig my nails into his chest until I come down enough so that it isn’t so torturous. I slowly stretch to accommodate him, and as I try to assume control by rocking back and forth with him scraping my deepest parts, my body recovers quickly, and I’m ready for another round. I’m up for some morning aerobics as I watch his face intently for any signs of weakness so that I can take advantage. His bedroom blues eventually soften as he surrenders, and I feel I have him where I want him and start talking shit. I tell him how good his cock feels deep up inside of me, and I even lie and tell him I’m about to cum, hoping to wear him down even further. He growls, “Oh fuck!” and I can actually feel his cock get bigger, and it hurts so fucking good as I impale myself on it until I no longer need to lie because I too am close to liftoff. He is bucking madly, and his finger slides into my ass and FORGETABOUTIT!! My count down goes down from 10 to 9 and straight to 3, and I realize that I’m no longer in control and he is fucking me from the bottom. He loves to cum in control, and I have to admit that most of the time, I love it that way too. We both cum so hard while trying not to wake up the rest of the house with our victorious cries, and I collapse onto his chest as we labor to catch our breath. When I do catch my breath, I ask him what he was dreaming about, but he never remembers, and I explain to him what got into me before he did, and he says, “This is my dream,” and gives me a soft kiss and pants, “I love you.” As I move, he jerks because he is the one who is too sensitive for a change, and to get the last word, I giggle while I ride up and down in the saddle just to watch him squirm.
Happy Hump Day!!
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