Awoken
His fingers inside my panties arouse me from a deep sleep and deliver me into his presence.
Our room is not yet lit with the morning sun and as I open my eyes wider trying to regain my wits, his fingers sink deep inside my pussy. He pulls me tight against his body and moves in a way that delivers beautiful pleasure. Squirming on his fingers, he squeezes me tighter, directing me to relax.
Sounds of my wet pussy fill the room as his work delivers more and more of me over to his will.
“Mmm,” he moans in my ear. He always brings my mind into the moment with groans, filthy statements, or directives.
His long perfect fingers, that often make me wet from a simple glance, pleasure the insides of my pussy like no other. I’ve tried mimicking this in my alone playtime and can never be brought to the places his two fingers bring me.
A nip on my earlobe entices me further and I can’t help but moan and breath deeply.
My clit throbs, causing me to grind against his palm. He pulls his wet fingers from me and rubs me. Delicate yet firm circles in perfect rhythm unwrap another fold of my pleasure.
“You like that don’t you?” he asks.
I don’t answer. Instead, I grab his arm and prepare to come all over his fingers.
“Answer me,” he insists.
“Fuck yes!” I say, breathy and louder than I want.
“You filthy mouthed girl,” he chuckles. “I might need to wash out that mouth with my cum later.”
His words and fingers push me over. My legs shake and I hold onto his arm for dear life as I let the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again. He nips at the back of my neck sending chills up and down my skin and prolonging my orgasm. Riding along with me, he does not stop until I am no longer thrashing against his hard body.
Sated, I rest against him. My eyes open and I see the morning sun peeking through the curtains of our room.
Staying behind me, he pulls up one knee and positions himself at the entrance of my pussy. Wrapping his other hand underneath me and holding me in place, he prepares me for the push. The thickness of his gorgeous cock always feels too big at first. Slowly but deliberately he pushes into me, stretching me, filling me.
Every time he enters me, it creates the most beautiful connection. All corners of my being are touched by how his cock fulfills me. A sigh escapes my lips and I wonder why we’re ever apart, for this - his majestic cock inside my walls - is the most perfect feeling in existence
And then he moves.
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