The Warm Up Nap

My erection grows with your sweet moans as I pet your mane and down your back and over your hips. My heavy caresses over your butt slightly spread you a little more with each additional stroke while you slumber. My fingers dare to get closer to your heated folds on each pass until your hips start to roll as if jockeying for position or just leaving the doors unlocked for me, daring me to break in while you still purr in your sleep like a happy kitten. I’m unsure if I should proceed until after my fingers get too close; I quickly realize you don’t mind. Your warm slick nectar and your pleading whimpers are demanding action, and I don’t think my painfully hard erection can be reasoned with anyway. I spoon you close and I dip my fingers into you before glossing your nether lips to ease my passage; and like a salmon swimming upstream to its spawning grounds or how a sea turtle finds its way back to the beach, my determined manhood needs no direction as he slowly roots and burrows his way in until the head is caught in your delicious trap. There is no escape as I feel you constrict around me, moan, and push yourself back onto me the rest of the way. It is a slow and long push that seems to take a decadent eternity until your ass finally softens your descent, and pillows against my groin. You pushed back even harder and when you can’t get any deeper, you ground your ass into me, seemingly hoping that I’d break through. You feel so tight and happy to consume me, and you finally wake up slightly startled when I massage your soft breast with the puckered nipple in hand. You twist around and contort your body for a quick heated kiss before you notice that our bedroom door is wide open, and you give me that wide-eyed look but pull my hips tighter into you, but I digress.

I came home after picking up the kids from school, still missing you from the moment I woke that morning, but you were still finishing up with work and rebuffed my sexual advances and less than persuasive hints. I knew you had your reasons and wasn’t disappointed at all, and even less when you climbed into bed with me to take a nap before our early evening workout. We love naps, and when we can do it together, they’re even better. After our initial bedgasms, we quickly succumbed to our bliss, where I missed you too in my dreams.

In my dream, I was on auction block, and you were bid calling like a cattle rattle, and I was the prize bull. I stood completely naked, with forearms bound behind me in military rest position with a horse’s bit in my mouth as you circled me with a whip. The bids were climbing rapidly as you gripped my muscular ass and slapped me across my ripped abs, broad shoulders and tight pecs with the cattails whip. I was flattered by the bids but embarrassed by my stage fright until you grabbed my manhood and lifted it as if to show that I could breed. The bids climbed slowly to a taper before the calls to stimulate started to echo in the room, and you squeezed my cock and pulled it to show them the potential. The calls demanded more until you dropped to your knees on stage in front of me and took my cock into your mouth. Even then, it seemed like just business, which made my stage fright still difficult to overcome until you reached down between your legs and began to show more appreciation. It wasn’t until you started to moan in hunger, did my cock come to life in your mouth, and the larger it got, the hungrier you moans got and the faster and louder the bids. You rallied the crowd behind you and bids even more by teasing to masturbate yourself with the whip handle as you seemingly lost yourself on my cock. The cheers boomed, and the bids became preposterous while you soaked the phallic whip as your juices cascaded down it and the inside of your nekkid thighs as my orgasm built to a crescendo. The show was over in your mind, and I was your prize as my body turned to marble, and I growled around the bit in my teeth as I came, and you demanded to swallow all of me.

I wake with a raging hard on and even check to see if I had an actual wet dream. I didn’t mess the sheets, but I’m surely not rolling over to my left because of my impressive kickstand. You are snoring like a little pug until I start to pet you, and then you begin to purr. And now we come full circle or close to it as you push back onto my cock and pull me tighter to you while holding your finger up to your lips to remind me that we have little people in the house. Neither of us was worried enough to stop or believe it possible, so we pulled the blankets over us as we churned slowly. I am so hard that I can’t imagine being deeper inside of you as you bite into your fist and keep a lookout at the door. I pull out until I feel you constrict around me in a death grip, afraid I might escape, and I drive hard with a resounding thrust, hoping to break through you, causing a squeal to escape you, and me to try again and again. The sheer exquisiteness of the ecstasy in your beautiful face warns of certain death if I stop, and again, I can’t see that as an option as I have passed any point of return. We are holding our breaths so not to be heard until you collapse first with your face buried into your pillow to muffle your climax as I quickly follow with choked cries of my own as I fill you. We echo our panted “I love you” as we catch our breaths after our pre-workout warmup. 

Happy Hump Day!!