A Taste Of Honey 11

I was in your bed with you as you stirred into consciousness. I kissed you softly on the lips just as your eyes opened for this first time. I wanted to be your first sensation of the day, so you could feel my passion for you, even as you felt the morning light on your face.

You had emerged into the morning just as I had, hot and sweaty, and horny. After we finished our kiss you wasted neither time nor words. You simply pushed me down under the sheets. You did not permit me to linger over your neck, your boobs or even your tummy, despite how desperate I maybe been to savour every inch of you. Instead you pushed my head further, down between your thighs where you pussy awaited me. It's aroma was strong this morning - the hot humid night, the remains our love making that had seen us off to sleep, your early morning arousal, all combined to make for a cauldron of sweet and spicy scents between your legs.

You pushed me into you, not lips first as I had imagined you might, but nose first. You wanted me to smell your sex, to inhale you, to have all your aromas become part of me. Intoxicating me. You know now how your scent breaks any walls and barriers I may have. Anything is possible when you strip away my defences. There is nothing I would not do when drunk on you.

I struggle though, desperate to break free from your hands pushing my head into you. Not to release me from you but to allow me to draw breath and to allow my mouth access to hot moist folds of your pussy which had engulfed my nose. I wanted to taste you. Needed to taste the old sex from last night, mingled with the new fresh flavours of sex just begging to glisten on your labia. I wanted all you, everything you had to give me.

Right now I even wanted your pee. Just a little from your pussy, just enough so I could savour you and know there is nothing from you that wouldn't delight me and Jake me want you more. But I was too busy and too shy to ask you directly. Maybe one day you would surprise me. That thought made me even harder as my dick pressed into the mattress just as desperately as my face pushed into your pussy.

When I had explored ever crevice and claimed every droplet of moisture for myself, I turned my attentions to your button, hiding beneath its shawl drawn from your now swollen folds. My tongue founds it's way in between, circling your button slowly, feeling it slowly, almost imperceptibly harden and grow to its touch. The humidity between your thighs was growing now, my passionate breath, your inflamed lips and heat, all mingling into sauna like conditions. As your body responded to my tongue, my lips now began to seek out and prize hold of your clit, sucking gently, before freeing you for more licking and teasing. I was feeling my power now as your defences came crashing down. As your thighs tried to regain some semblance of control by gripping my head ever tighter, my lips rebelled and continued to tease and bring you to your climax. It wasn't long before victory was mine, your body tensed, your groans stirred deep inside you before being released for all outside your open bedroom window to hear. To my delight, your pussy released its nectar now in thick creamy droplets for me to devour. This was my goal. I felt at the moment that everything I could ever need to sustain me in life flowed directly from your pussy.

You had become too sensitive post-climax though and could not longer tolerate me lapping at your juices. You wanted to feel the now relatively cool morning air relieve your burning skin, to soothe your sated pussy.

Separated now from your nectar, I lay with my head face down on the mattress, happy and exhausted - but unfinished. My dick, now hard as ever and leaking it's own anticipatory juices into the bed sheet, reminded me of its needs too. It wanted to be inside you, to feel you heat of your pussy that had been the preserve of my face until moments ago.

But you had other ideas. You had succumbed to the ministrations of my lips and tongue and you demanded a rebalancing of the power. You loved knowing I would do anything if it may lead to the opportunity to have my dick deep inside you. As much as you wanted that you wanted to make me earn that privilege first.

So you turn your body over and raise yourself onto your knees, bending forwards, one arm supporting yourself on the window ledge. You enjoyed looking at the world go by below your window as you had me subjugate myself to you. And that was exactly what you were about to have me do.

I lifted my body and head, aware of your intentions and always ready to indulge them.

You reached behind you, your hand slipping between your cheeks, separating them so the morning light could reveal your finger gently circling your hole. Could you feel my eyes burning into you at this sight I wondered? Could you feel the throb of my dick as it whimpered for the denial you had put it under? Could you sense my power drain from me, like sweat on the hottest summer's day?

Your finger began to push its way into your asshole. I could sense it wanted your finger but the resistance was too strong. You need lube. I knew my role, so as you offered your finger to me I quickly took it into my mouth and sucked on it, licked it, ensuring it was dripping in my saliva. And that did the trick, your finger now slipping inside your anus easily, your hole desperate to take it.

I watch intently as your ass responds to the movements of your finger, as moves in and out and explores the depths within. Your cheeks tremble, sometimes tense and grip your finger tightly, sometimes enjoying the sensation as it squeezes you, relaxing as it grows accustomed to its presence.

Your hole and I are in sync now. We both demand more. You remove your finger and offer me two. I take your index and middle finger into my mouth, savouring the taste of your ass, the inside of your ass. The juices left on your finger from your excite more than I can say and I quickly lick them from you and swallow them. I almost cum into the mattress there and then, such is the thrill of being debased by you in this way, the knowledge that there is no part of you I wouldn't walk to experience with every sense at my disposal and take possession of. Fuck I love your ass juice so much. So earthy and spicy, yet with a hint of sweetness too. My mind is a swirl of competing thoughts and sensations now, unable to focus on any single one. It wants everything and yet is incapable of acting on its own now. You control me completely.

The cycle continues, first with two newly cleaned and moistened fingers, and then with three. I watch in awe as your asshole relaxed and widens to permit your finger entry, to demand their entry perhaps.

I can't take this much more my love. I am nothing but a ball of desire and passion for you. As you push my face into your ass, between your cheek, my nose and mouth against your gaping hole, I want nothing more than to be able to crawl inside you. But reality demands I just reach as deep as I can with my tongue and claim as much of you as I can.

As our passion reach a crescendo together, yours lit by the morning sun, mine in the darkest shadows below, my dam breaks to complete my degradation and shame. My balls release their load into the bedding, reminiscent of my teenage self humping my pillow to illicit magazines. I know you will rub my face in wet pool of cum both literally and metaphorically very soon. But right now all I can feel is complete unity with you, my love. You have claimed me and broken me, made me yours forever. And I know this is what gate had always had in store for me.