You've just finished another of your early morning runs. When you left I was curled up on the sofa with the laptop and that damned cup of hot, black coffee again. You thought I'd still be typing away when you get home.
But as you head off to the showers you don't see me and wonder what mischief I'm up to now. When you pass the bedroom you notice that I've curled back up around your pillow, wearing nothing but your t-shirt from last night. Which do you decide...shower or slip into bed next to me? Want to guess which gets my vote? It goes something like this.
You strip off the sweaty shirt and shorts and lift the duvet. You notice that the shirt has ridden up just enough to bare the curve of my ass. You chuckle when you notice that there are still faint pink hand prints from last night.
You climb in next to me and wrap your hard body around mine. "Who said you could go back to bed, lazy bones?" you tease into my ear as your hand slips beneath the edge of the shirt and moves up to caress the underside of my breast.
I purr like a kitten and move back into your embrace. "Somebody kept me up half the night," I pretend to complain. But the way my hips brush in slow circles against you tells the truth.
You brush my hair back from my neck and your lips move across the pounding pulse there. "You should not have worn that damned black leather thing if you expected to get any sleep," your teasing takes a different turn as your fingers flick across my hard nipples.
I arch into your caress. My purrs turn into moans as I move against you. But you are in a playful mood again and decide to toy a bit more before giving me what I want. What we both need.
Your lips tug harder on my neck. We both know that it'll leave a mark and I won't be putting my hair up in a ponytail for a few days. But like the other marks that litter both our bodies it is just another reminder of how well our bodies fit together as well as the scars upon our souls that make us see beyond the trivial and seek the truths. The strong solid basis upon which we have grown closer over time. Partners and equals in ways that the world does not comprehend.
My hips move back more rubbing against your hard cock, pleading for you and it to take me over the edge of this cliff that you have me dangling upon. But my whimpers, pleas and seductions do not move you. Mastering my body is the only thing on your mind as you suck harder, your fingers pinching at my nipple. Your hips move against the round, soft curve of my ass imitating the act that I crave but denying me the full satisfaction your touch makes me yearn for.
"Please, Jay," I whimper.
A stinging blow to my bottom is your answer as your fingers slid slowly into my wet cunt. "Such a naughty girl," you whisper against my ear.
I arch back against your hand, drawing your fingers deeper inside my body until you find that magic spot. You tease it for a long moment, keeping me right on the edge before you withdraw your fingers. You hold them in front of me, "Tut, tut, such a dirty little whore. Look at all that come you got on my fingers." You rub your hard cock against my ass, "Wherever did so much jizz come from?" you tease.
I smile as I rub my ass in circles against you, "There was this guy last night. He kept me up half the night fucking me."
You put on the most shocked expression you can manage without laughing, "And you let him actually come inside of you? Isn't that dangerous? What about disease?" Your eyes go wider as you bite back laughter, "What if he knocked you up? You'd need up the size of a beach ball as much of this stuff as he put in there."
I giggle at your words and the funny faces you are making. "We were working on his dissertation for so long. It got him hot and horny."
You pull and equally silly frowny face, "A dissertation makes someone horny? What a freak?"
"Oh, this one was good. It was on the mating practices of wolves," I tease.
"Oh really? And what is so great about the way wolves do it?"
I take up your challenge, "Well, like us weak humans, they actually snuggle and sort of even kiss by rubbing their noses and snouts together."
You tilt my head a bit and slowly rub your nose back and forth against mine, "Yeah, not feeling it. Got to be more than that."
"The male scents the female to see if she is ready for..." I draw out the words, leaving them hanging in the air.
"You mean he actually gets down there and smells her dirty bits?" You practically laugh. "Whatever will the poor male do to get a simple piece of ass? Oh, well then, show me."
I roll over on to my tummy and lift my ass high in the air. I keep my head down with my arms stretched out on the bed in front of me. I feel the shifted of the bed and rustling of the sheets and hold perfectly still. Then I feel your hot breath blow across my wet cunt. My moans join with yours in a symphony as I hear the deep inhalation.
"Hell, yeah, that is most definitely one ripe cunt," you tease.
I chuckle, "Are you sure? I mean the wolf would usually lick it. Just to be sure, of course."
"Lick it? Are you crazy? What a nasty thing to do?"
"Well, this is breeding season. The fate of the whole pack rests upon the successful matings of the alpha pair. Some sacrifices do have to be made."
