Nice Awakening

 

 

 

I awoke to find you against me. The warmth of you're behind pressing firmly against my loins and igniting anew my desire for you. In the dim light of only a single candle, I traced the soft curve of your beautiful thigh, Your breathing was deep, and rhythmic, while I watched you. My lips sought and found the warmth of your back, and I left soft kisses from your neck to your shoulders, enjoying the subtle changes in your breathing. 

You moved slightly, and I felt an electric thrill as your labia slid over 
my hardening erection. I moved my hand gently over you're exposed behind, cupping your upraised curve of flesh and feeling it's curiously soft, yet firm resilience. As I lifted it, I heard the soft parting of your moist labia, and my erection grew. I leaned forward, pressing the head of my erection against the folds of your entrance, and slowly moved back and forth. 

The warm creamy wetness spread over my ebony pole, and you're musky fragrance reached my brain, filling me with urgency, and yet I restrained my desires. You moved, gently, my own flesh was hard, rigid and eager to find its way inside you, urging me to surround it with your warm flesh. I moved and pressed the tip against your entrance, feeling the warmth of your moist womanhood, and slowly, ever so slowly, pressed forward. 

My hand slid up pulling you gently onto my shaft. Slowly, savoring every minute movement, I felt myself entering you, entering your deliciously sensual body, becoming one with you. The head was only halfway in, still spreading your entrance slowly. I paused, and withdrew, just a fraction, then slowly resumed. This time, I stopped with the head just fully within the grip of your muscular ring, and felt a contraction against me. Then, without moving, a soft, slow, sensual feeling of your body opening to me, and the head slipped past, allowing your pussy to grasp my shaft. A soft moan escaped your lips.

 

I worked slowly; time having no meaning for us. Pressing gently, then with-drawing just a tiny bit, I slowly worked my shaft inside you until I was more than halfway down my aching flesh. I pressed again, and you rolled back against me, taking my shaft fully into your depths, letting out a moan. "Ohhhh!" you gasped. "Yessss." your soft voice whispered. I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you tighter, cupping your breasts, and kissing behind your ear.

I felt your body melt onto mine, your hand against my thigh and the soft squeeze of your pussy against my shaft. You're back arched, pressing your warm ass against me, taking me deeper, and making us both yearn for the sensual feelings that lay ahead. My fingers found your nipples, hard, erect, sensitive and begging to be explored. I pulled on them gently, feeling you respond and writhe against my rigid flesh buried inside you.

"Hard." you breathed. "Do me hard." Your voice was a husky whisper. I slowly withdrew, until just the head remained inside you, then slowly I moved forward, teasing your body, letting you feel the heat and passion. Again your body arched, quickly driving me deep inside you. I pulled back quickly, only to slowly begin another thrust, and again you arched to take me fast, the way you wanted it.

"Do me. Do me hard!" Your breathy voice was urgent, demanding. This time I thrust against your rear, forcefully, pressing hard against the soft curves of your ass. You moaned, and I began again, pinching your nipples as I slid out, cupping your breasts as I thrust forward. Your hips thrust back to meet me, and we pressed against each other, as if I could somehow slide even deeper inside you. Our movements became faster, more urgent, as every nerve in our bodies seemed to accentuate the sensual pleasures.

I rolled you over onto your stomach, my hands still on your breasts. My legs outside of yours, I pressed my rigid pole deep into your soft, wet flesh squeezing your breasts as I did so. You arched against me again, raising your hips to allow me to go deeper. I too arched, pressing myself deep into your body, feeling your soft behind flatten against my loins. Again and again we thrust against each other, building our passions as we build up our thrusts.

Your muscles contracted around me as I plunged deep inside of you, and my body arched, trying to extend the reach of my rigid flesh. You're upturned behind rippled as my body slammed against you, and the bed shook as our bodies writhed and collided. Your harsh breathing and low moans filled me with a wonderful passion to please you, to fill you with ecstasy. My hips began to move in long, hard thrusts, slamming hard into you, making us both quake and groan. My fingers released your breasts and slid automatically to your hips, grasping them and pulling them against me. Our bodies went into a frenzy of sensual arousal, peeling away our facade of civilization, leaving us both exposed as two primal beings writhing in passionate desires.

Your wetness spasmed and milked my pole, sucking my brain down towards you, and my whole body began to unravel, to drain towards my balls. Another spasm and your love muscle seemed to suck at my soul, drawing me into you even more. You moaned loudly, arching your pleasure cave against my impaling pole, shuddering and heaving against me. The squeezing, milking, sucking of your man-eater drew me over with you, and my body thrust my pole deep into you, holding for a long second as my pole swelled and readied to spew its creamy sperm. Another hard thrust and I could feel your juices spreading against your ass and thighs, just as I felt a warm flood beginning to rise inside my ebony pole. My hands tightened their grip on your hips, pulling you tighter against me, my hips arched, shoving my pole roughly into your pussy, my pole swelled, filling with my hot, creamy sperm and my whole body stiffened deep inside you. Then, wave after wave of pleasure, as my ebony pole gushed, flooding you with my warm, creamy cum, flowing like a river into your waiting pussy. Your body spasmed and milked the cream from me, your soft moans filling my ears with erotic pleasure noises. Our brains knew nothing but throbbing pole, squeezing pussy, and warm, flowing creams for long moments, until our bodies began to relax.