I'm sprawled in our bed. The sun is streaming through the window. Last night was heavy and wine fuelled. My mouth and eyes feel dry. The cotton covers feel cooling on my skin. The slight breeze through the open bathroom window whispers around my body. I'm half asleep. Coming awake, thinking about sleeping more. He gets into bed next to me. Spoons in. I wiggle my bottom against him. I start to wake myself up and say hello, he says he's been up a while, we talk a little about sex, he compliments the marks he's left on my body, tells me he's hard. I slide my hand under the duvet and stroke him. Pull my hand away and give him a wicked grin. I tease him rarely. It's not appropriate, but were both in a good mood and there's no harm in it.
"I'm going to fuck you. Get on your knees".
There is no preparation. No style. Just a deep smooth entrance into me. God it feels good. He fucks me relentless and deeply, angling his hips to change the sensation for himself. I close my eyes and absorb all the sensation. His flesh and desire. It's so warm in the room. The pressure of his body against mine.
"It's hot in here". His thrusts continue
"It's hot in here too"
"Do you like fucking my tight pussy. Does it feel good?"
"Oh very much so"
"Can I touch?"
"You may".
Mmm the pleasure is instantly released. My body starts to build. He feels so good inside me. That in and out sensation. The exquisite detail in every second of budding ecstasy. More more baby give me more. His hands hold my hips tight and pull me closer and then I come of course, it's loud and pleasing. More later, maybe.
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