As my mind regains consciousness, I realise I am in her bed. But she is no longer there. I glance at the clock: 11am. Yesterday was a long, hard day; being with her made it a long, hard night.
I get up and head for the bathroom, pulling on a t-shirt and grabbing yesterday's underwear from the floor where she threw it in a theatrical moment. I smile at that picture in my head. This is the cue for my mind to give me an impromptu slideshow of the night before, as I pee, slip on my shorts, wash my hands and splash water on my face to chase the sleep from my eyes. The cool wet brings me back to the present moment and seems to cause my body to want to wake up. Looking in the mirror at the face that seems so lined now, I scratch my head vigorously to get the blood flowing to my scalp, rub my chin with my left hand, and my balls with my right. My stomach rumbles.
I pad through the house. There is no sign of her. There is tea in a pot in the kitchen. It is still warm so she can't have been up long. I pour myself a cup, add milk and sugar and stir. As I raise the mug to my lips, I spy her through the window. She is on the deck, tending to the potted plants, dressed in an overlarge t-shirt that hangs teasingly off one shoulder. I gulp down my drink and go through the patio doors.
She doesn't seem to have heard me. She is squatting on the deck, working the soil in a massive planter with a mini-hoe. I stand behind her and caress her neck with the tips of my fingers. She doesn't acknowledge my presence, but I see her spine lengthen with pleasure at my touch. I bend over, the tip of my tongue teasing the lobe of her ear.
"Do you love me?" I whisper.
"No," she replies matter-of-factly, continuing her hoeing. "You know I'm only with you for the sex."
I smile. It's true that she doesn't put emotional demands on me. It's not that there are no emotions between us. It's not that we don't express them. It's just that we agreed a long time ago that this was about the benefits. It makes life easier - for both of us. But even though I smile, I can't help feeling a twinge deep inside - doubt perhaps.
I squat down behind her and trace my tongue down her long neck and onto her bared shoulder. She moves her head to the side, making it easier for me. Her hands lie still atop the earth in the pot. I am finding it difficult to keep balanced on the tips of my toes; I cannot squat flatfooted like she does. I sit down, pulling her with my hands on her waist to sit between my thighs. My stomach rumbles again.
Suckling her neck, I ask her, "If I make you cum, will you make me breakfast?"
She sniggers softly. "Mmmm. That sounds like a deal."
My hands squeeze her breasts through her t-shirt, pulling her into me, my thumbs gently rubbing over her nipples. I can hear the air rushing into her lungs; feel them inflate beneath my palms. Her head rolls back onto my shoulder as I continue my assault on her neck, sucking and biting. Her spine lengthens further as her back arches. Her breath escapes her body again in a long, low moan.
Her reaction to my touch never fails to excite me. My cock is twitching, surely tickling the small of her back. My left hand slips beneath her t-shirt, sliding across her abdomen and over her tit, seizing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, beginning to roll it firmly.
"Nnnnnnn!" she exclaims, and I feel her buttocks clench. I know she is starting to get wet now, her clit swelling and hardening. The fingertips of my right hand gently caress her knee and begin to descend her inner thigh. She lets her legs fall wider apart as my hand nears her mound. Her buttocks clench tighter and hold. Her breath catches. She wants my touch. She is waiting for my touch.
My middle finger runs slowly but lightly over her panties, up the cleft of her pussy. The fabric is slightly wet, but not enough. My forefinger hooks under the elastic at the top of the panties, pulling just a tad downwards. Then my hand moves up again across her stomach. She groans loudly with frustration.
It is my turn to snigger. I squeeze her nipple hard, making her gasp, and pull her more tightly against me, letting her feel my erection on her back. My tongue traces round the rim of her ear and I whisper, "You think it's gonna be that easy? I think you might have to beg, babe." I watch the smile spread across her face and know that it mirrors my own.
Suddenly she leans her weight back against me. Catching me off guard, she flattens me down on the deck and rolls over, lying on top of me, still between my legs, her hands flat either side of me. She looks at me with a glint in her beautiful hazel eyes and a sly smirk on her face. "Beg, will I?" she challenges, "We'll see who has to beg."
Grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, she yanks it up. I lift my back and arms to allow her to get it over my head. As soon as it is off, she pushes me back down with her soil-covered hands and bends her head to lick from the waistband of my shorts all the way up my abdomen, torso, neck and chin to my nose.
I kiss the tip of her chin. "You've made me all dirty," I point out.
She nips my upper lip. "You still reek of sweat and sex from last night. What's a little earth in the mix?" she retorts.
Her sassiness always makes my cock so hard. With one hand round her neck and the other round her back, I pull her into me and shove my tongue down her throat, rolling her over at the same time. She is now pinned under me. Grabbing her hands between mine, I push them together and stretch them above her head. I use my knees to squeeze her legs shut tightly and stop her from moving. My right hand traces gently from her left hip, up her side, pushing her t-shirt as I go. Her body is already stretched taut, but the tantalising touch of my fingers makes her elongate even more.
Her eyes, locked with mine, are filled with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. Her lips are slightly parted. Her chest heaves as she breathes hard. I grind my erection into her hip. She makes me want to fuck her fast and hard. And I will. But not before I've teased her till she begs me to.
Just below the curve of her breast, my fingers deviate towards her back, tracing the arch down to her ass. Slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, my hand covers her buttock. As my nails dig into her flesh, her body shivers. I slide my fingers around the top of her thigh towards the front. Her body cannot stretch itself anymore and her stomach muscles are beginning to spasm. My fingers trail across her mound, feeling the softness of her neatly-trimmed hair, and my middle finger dips, pushing between her outer lips and furtively stroking the top of her clit. Her eyes close as she moans softly and longingly. Her button is slick and swollen now, aching to be pressed.
I shift my weight to my left leg so I have more room for manoeuvre. This releases her legs slightly and she parts them as much as she can. My index and ring fingers caress her outer lips as my middle finger dips down further, rubbing over her clit and her inner labia. She is trying to raise her hips towards me. She craves my fingers inside her, I know, but she is not yet ready to beg.
My middle finger is now well coated with her juices - the thick, sticky kind. I pull it out from her underwear. Her eyes close and her brow furrows momentarily. I smile. I bring my finger up to my mouth and, as I am about to lick it clean, I see her lips part. I let her lick it with me, our tongues colliding and sliding over my skin.
Her eyes have fixed mine again, expectantly. But I'm not sure what she's expecting. I kiss her gently, my tongue running across her teeth, then I look her in the eyes and tell her softly, "I'm going to suck your nipples."
My words are like a key winding a coil tighter. Her lungs fill with air, indicating her anticipation, but coincidentally presenting her chest to me. My hand pushes the t-shirt up under her arms, exposing to my gaze her full globes with their erect tips. I am in awe of her breasts, quite literally. And I am always torn between wrapping my lips gently and reverently around her womanly flesh, and attacking them ravenously with open mouth. Today, however, I mean to tease.
I lower my head towards her left breast, my mouth open, grazing the edges of her areola with my lips and breathing warm, moist air over her proud bud. Her body shudders slightly, and then more forcefully as the tip of my tongue flicks lightening-fast across her nipple. Her breathing becomes faster and faster.
I stop. And smile. She laughs through her panting. Before her breathing has time to slow, I grab her right breast, pulling it closer to my mouth, and attack the nipple that is attached to it, seizing it firmly between my lips, beating it with my tongue, nipping it with my teeth.
"OOOHH!!!" she moans, sighing with such wanting that I know she will soon be imploring me to get inside her.
I finally let go of her hands so I can push her tits together and tease their tips with my tongue. Her body begins to shudder again, her breathing ragged, her hips writhing beneath me. Her hands, still raised above her head, clasp each other.
"Oh God!" she breathes. "Please!"
I stop and look into her eyes, raising my eyebrows questioningly. "Please?" My thumbs are rubbing her nipples now that my tongue is not. The challenge has gone out of her eyes. She is desperate for me to get really intimate with her.
"Please. Babe. I want to feel you inside me. I need you." Oh yes. The fight has gone out of her now. My cock twitches. She belongs to me. She is mine.
"Shall I lick you?" I suggest. She moans. "Shall I finger you?" I offer as an alternative. She moans. "Shall I fuck you?" She moans more loudly, but I'm still not sure what her preference is.
I kiss each of her nipples in turn and begin to work my way down her abdomen. Her skin is soft and smooth and smells of the sex we had last night. I plant kisses and lick gently, feeling her muscles contract as I pass. When my chin brushes the material of her panties, my hands slide down her sides and grab them. She has already raised her pelvis in anticipation. I crawl backwards a little further, starting to pull the knickers as I go, revealing her trimmed mound to the world.
That thought proves almost truer than I intended. At the precise moment the warm midday air rolls over her mons, the next-door neighbours clatter out onto their patio. They can't see us behind the deck balustrade and the flowerboxes and pots, but they might hear us. A wry smile crosses my face. I don't think she is even aware they are there.
The panties are off now and it takes only a nudge of my hands at her knees for her to spread her legs wide. God, she has a beautiful pussy! It's shiny and twitching now, beckoning to me. I lean my face close to hers, catching her bottom lip with mine, then whisper, "What do you want, babe? What shall I do?"
Her eyes close. "Please," she whispers back, "please fuck me with your fingers, lover."
I can't stop myself from moaning in turn. She wants my fingers in her. She wants to cum. She wants to cum a lot. My cock is so hard just thinking about it, I have to adjust its position inside my shorts. I move down between her legs to get a good view. Wetting the middle finger of my right hand, I place it at the entrance to her pussy, catching a drip that is sliding down her perineum, and using it to lubricate her inner lips completely. She sighs forcefully at my touch.
As my finger slides inside her, twisting as I go, she breathes in sharply and I groan. The silken velvet of her vagina, warm, moist and so soft, feels so amazing, clasping my finger as it moves in and out. Her breathing is very hard and loud. My ring finger joins in the fun and her hips rise off the deck. I growl beneath my breath because I know it won't take long.
Her hands are on her breasts now, her fingers rolling and pulling her nipples. God, I love it when she does that! Turned on even more by the sight, I begin to drum my fingertips on her upper wall. Her walls are expanding already. Her breathing is faster. My fingers are being squeezed; I can hardly move them. I hear her breathe in deeply and know it is time.
She exclaims loud and long and, at the same time, I remove my fingers and clamp my mouth over her pussy, drinking in the juices that flood from her. There is a momentary pause in the clattering next door and I wonder if the neighbours have heard her. Her body is still shaking as my tongue delves inside her, licking all around, up, down, from side to side, pushing in deeper, pushing up, up, up.
"AAAAOOOOHHHH!!!" she exclaims again. It is an animalistic cry, almost a roar, and it makes me wild with lust for her. I slurp and guzzle at her fountain, my face soaked. I could do this all day, drinking her cum, but my cock is bursting.
The neighbours are talking more loudly and I feel sure they've heard and are trying to cover the noise. I move up to kiss my gorgeous lover, but before I can, she takes my head in her hands and licks her cum off my face hungrily. Fuck, she is hot! I kiss her like I am trying to tickle her tonsils and her tongue literally licks mine clean.
Pulling away before she swallows me up, I bend my mouth to her ear. "You know I want to fuck you, babe," I tell her, as if she couldn't feel me grinding against her.
"Yes," she breathes.
"I want to feel your amazing warm, wet softness wrapped around my rock-hard cock."
"Yes," she breathes.
"Do you want that, babe?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"What did you say? What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me."
"You'll have to do better than that," I tell her, even though it is killing me to wait any longer.
"Please, babe," she whispers urgently, "please fuck me."
"How shall I fuck you, babe?"
"Hard...." She seems scarcely able to talk. "Please."
"Hard, babe? And fast?" She is almost whimpering now, "Yes.... Please.... Hard.... Fast.... Now.... Please."
I push up quickly to my knees and whip my shorts off double quick. She has pulled her t-shirt off and raised her legs already, presenting her gaping pinkness to me. Positioning myself above her, I use one arm to support myself, and the other to hold my shaft as I rub my cockhead up and down her inner lips before sheathing myself in her. Oh fuck! That feels good!!
The tops of our heads almost meet as we both bend our necks to look between us at my shaft sinking into her and rising out again, shiny with her juices. But she wants it hard, is shoving her body against me, is looking me in the eyes. Her look tells me she wants me to pound her, and she knows I cannot resist her, cannot resist her eyes. Those eyes that reach inside me and grab hold of my soul.
Oh fuck! Her muscles are contracting further, pulling me into her. It feels like a black hole spaghettifying my cock. I have to bang her harder, to even out the pressure, to make her cum before she brings me off.
She is quiet now. She is getting close. Her face is glowing. Her eyes are closing. Her breath is quickening.
"Faster!" she hisses.
Speeding up. Thrusting hard. Slamming now. Slapping sounds. Tension high.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh! oooOOOOOHHHH!!!!" she cums, drowning my cock, sending me over the edge, causing my eruption to begin.
I grunt or groan, I'm not sure what, as the first spurt shoots inside her.
"Cum on me!" she urges, and I don't need telling twice. I pull out and just manage to aim the second shot over her tits. It's magnificent; I half expect the neighbours to start applauding. In any case, she is smiling now. The third goes over her stomach.
She scoops some on her finger and sucks it off like it was whipped cream, then massages what is on her left breast into her skin like lotion. I growl and cover her body with mine, biting her neck, licking her ear, kissing her mouth. She is laughing now.
"Marry me," I say, because I know I can get away with this fantasy at moments like these.
"What for?" she says as if it were the stupidest idea in the world.
"So no one else can have you but me."
Her eyes pull at my soul again as she looks at me quizzically and strokes my cheek. She kisses me gently and asks, "What do you want for breakfast?"
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