Warm breath on my neck. Rough hands on my body. A hard chest pressing against my back, muscular male legs entwine with mine. Hardening cock pressing against my ass.
I'm pulled awake by the exquisite feeling of someone - that is, someone male and someone very horny - caressing my tits and nibbling on my neck. I've always had a sensitive neck and this person - my husband - knows how to use it to his advantage.
My breath quickens as the hand fondling my breasts slowly ventures south, over stomach and abdomen, until his fingers gently graze my shaved mound. I've only recently started experimenting with shaving my pussy and I do have to admit, it does add a little something. I can hear his groan of approval at his discovery of my slick folds. Right out of sleep and in the dead of night, my body knows his. It is always ready for his touch, sometimes practically begging. I moan in delight as he pulls my leg up and over his hip, allowing him better access to my pussy. I can feel just how wet I've become as my juices slowly drip down my folds, coating my ass cheeks and dampening the sheets. I don't care. I marvel at how wet he can make me with just a touch. Never mind what happens when he uses his talented tongue on me. That same tongue is lightly tracing the shell of my ear in between nips of his teeth on my earlobe. I like the sensation of teeth on my skin. It's not so much a pain thing as it is a sensation thing. Same with spanking - but I'm getting ahead of myself.
He continues to torment me with his mouth as his fingers graze my pussy lips. It's not enough contact and my hips arch to meet his hand. "Not so quick" he breaths in my ear. He proceeds to change position - pulling my leg from his hip to tuck it between his legs, trapping it, and me. In this position, my thighs are spread wide and I can feel the cool air on my cunt. The cool air doesn't matter because he immediately repositions his hand on my swollen pussy. Dipping one finger just inside my opening, he gathers moisture on the tip of his finger, slowly making his way up to my clit. With slow circles, I can feel my own juices lubricating my nub, making it easier for his fingers to glide over me. He repeats the process over and over again until I'm lost in sensation. I am aware of only him and his touch. My body is on fire and my breath catches in my chest. I can't hold the moans back any longer and release one of many from low in my throat.
"That's it, baby. Get that pussy nice and wet for me. I love hearing you as you're about to cum. Moan all you want, honey, because I'm about to make you scream." I can hear the promise in his voice. (It's true. I'm a screamer and I don't care who knows it. I believe in being vocal when you like something. I really like sex. Therefore, I'm really vocal during sex.)
I turn my head so my lips are even with his. As I whisper "Please", I can feel my lips brush his. I slowly reach out with my tongue to trace the edges of his lips. His tongue darts from between his lips as he crushes his mouth to mine. I love his taste. I love the way he traces my jaw with his hand, controlling the kiss, controlling me.
He eases his mouth from mine to ask, "Please what? Please let you cum? Is that what you want? You must, your pussy is soaking my fingers." He sounds smug and he should. I masturbate and I can make myself come, but when he does it, it's like nothing else. I masturbate and come once, maybe twice depending on how horny I am, but when he makes me cum, there's no limit to my orgasms.
"Please, I want to cum. I need to." I know I'm begging, but I don't care. I'm desperate, throbbing, aching. I almost whimper with relief as I feel a finger slide into my pussy at the same time a thumb flicks over my clit. A second finger joins the first as he deliberately grinds his hand into my mound. The friction is wonderful. My pussy is filled and I can feel the orgasm knotting my belly. My muscles start to tense as my breath comes in pants. My hips work to grind themselves against his hand. A hand delves into my hair and I'm driven closer to the edge when it fists in my hair, turning my face towards his.
"You wanna cum, baby? You need to cum? Go ahead. Cum all over my hand. I want to feel your pussy grip my fingers." His tone is demanding. His mouth claims mine as his fingers work in and out of my cunt. Faster and faster, harder and harder - my hips grind as his fingers manipulate my pussy. I have to break free from his kiss as the orgasm slams into me and steals my breath. He groans low and deep in his throat as his mouth attacks my neck. His fingers don't quit. He's not content until he wrings every drop of my orgasm out of me.
I try to catch my breath. His fingers are just stroking now, bringing me down gently. I can feel the walls of my pussy still pulsing from the intensity. Closing my eyes, I try to gather my strength for my turn at tormenting him. Turnabout is fair play.
"Lay on your back. I wanna have some fun," I demand as I prop up on one shoulder, pushing at his chest with my hand.
"By all means" is his reply, a chuckle in his voice as he positions himself on his back. I take my time. Trailing my lips over his cheeks, his jaw, his ears, down his neck, all the while running my fingers up and down the inside of his thigh. My hair is loose and he likes the way it trails over his chest as I make my way to his cock. I time it so that one hand is reaching to cup his balls just as the other is holding his stiff cock still for my tongue. My moist, warm tongue traces the underside of his dick, both hands alternately squeezing and rubbing. Just as I'm about to take his cock all the way into my mouth, I feel one of his hands on the back of my head as the other parts my swollen pussy lips to lightly trace over my clit again. I love sucking cock. I like hands in my hair during sex - any part of sex. Again, it's a sensation thing - the pulling, tugging, etc.
"Your mouth feels so good on my cock. Such a dirty girl. You're my dirty girl, aren't you?" he manages to groan as my mouth slides up and down his dick. My lips are tight around his shaft as I run my tongue around his swollen head. I nod as I groan, feeling his shaft harden even further inside my mouth. His breath hisses from between his lips as I gently tug on his balls, cupping them in my palm and rubbing my warm fingers over the sac. His breath jerks to a stop as I use my fingernails on the next pass. I grin as my mouth descends for another taste of his cock. His fingers are still working between my legs, bringing my pussy to a fever pitch again. I can feel myself about to cum, so I wrap my fingers around his shaft, jerking my hand up to meet my mouth as it glides down his penis. My hips start to grind against his hand and I can feel the hand in my hair tightening. He pushes me over the edge when he pushes my head down on his dick at the same time he grinds two fingers into my pussy, flicking my swollen clit with his thumb. My groan is muffled by the hard cock stuffing my mouth. It feels so good, the orgasm rolls through me, my body has a mind of its own as my hips work against his hand, my mouth sucking harder and faster on his cock. It almost becomes too much for him, but he has other plans. I give wonderful blowjobs, but he wants inside my pussy. And he knows my pussy needs his hard cock.
