It is a Saturday, we sleep in. Your hands rest on my hips, I arch my back to fit the mold of your body and groan. You kiss my shoulders, rub my belly and groan in response. The clock says 7am. Your hand cups my right breast, playing with my nipple causing me to poke my booty out. Your morning wood responds. I try to go back to sleep but you're grinding on me, placing your dick between my booty cheeks, breathing hard in my ear, saying nothing and everything at the same time. I smile, you can feel it. You bite my ear and I turn over to face you.
"Good morning."
You kiss me, hard like you miss me, your erection standing at attention. I touch it and you groan. We kiss some more, tongues intertwining, teeth clicking against each other. You pull my hips on top of you. Hands intertwined you enter me, invading my center. I can feel you in my abdomen. You're not allowed to touch me. I rotate my hips every way I know how to make them go burying my head in your neck, sucking your ear and letting out sexy yelps. You're still not allowed to touch me. We say nothing, no words just sounds; our hips in unison, our grind succinct.
Still no words.
You've had enough of my games. You put me on my stomach and enter me, watching my ass jiggle which each thrust. You put your arm around my throat, grunt in my ear repeatedly, holding down my hips so I can't move. Our perspiration mixes. You taste so sweet. I arch my back, make it poke out a bit so I can catch those thrusts. You bite my shoulder, tighten up the choke out and go deeper. Your hand tickles my clitoris, rubbing urgently, coaxing my orgasm. I give into your demands.
I come, leaving my evidence all over your finger, squeezing your ending out.
'I'm about to come," you announce.
You pull out, stroke your cock and wait for what you already know is coming. I put you in my mouth, replacing your hand, taking you all the way in, my tongue tracing the rim of your bulbous head. I can only hope my mouth is as wet as I was. You play in my hair, pumping ur hips upward while pushing my head downward, as your climax approaches.
You come, I swallow. Your eyes never leave mine.
I take my tongue I run it around your balls. You twitch. I kiss the insides of your thighs. You moan. I lick your belly button. You sigh. I pinch your left nipple while sucking on the right one. You smile.
Resting my head on your chest I listen to your heart while you play in my hair, my tongue still teasing your nipple.
No words are needed.
Round two is on the horizon.
