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I woke early that morning with a mild sense of disorientation. Not my bed. Not my bedroom. Then it all came flooding back to me when I saw her curled up in my arms. Sometime during the night, Adrienne had awoken and showered, and now she lay cuddled up to my chest wearing just an oversized tee shirt. Her long red hair, dark from her shower, was neatly plaited in two braided pigtails. As she slept, I remembered.
Last night was amazing. I had gone to work, anticipating a usual, humdrum night, when Adrienne walked in from a rainstorm. I was coming off shift, and she needed a ride home. She got her ride home, all right. She invited me up, and things had just taken off from there. And now here I lay, snuggled up warm with her in her bed, as the finicky September wind buffeted the house.
She moaned and shifted against me, bringing me back to this world. I looked down at her small form, and brushed a hand down her cheek, gently. Her bright blue eyes fluttered open, and for a split second I saw fright in them. Then the fright was replaced with warmth, and a small smile graced her mouth. “Morning,” she whispered.
“Morning. Sleep well?” I asked, stroking her hair.
“Very well,” she responded, her smile widening. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I hope you did too.”
“Of course,” I replied. I nuzzled her gently with my nose, and she giggled and nuzzled back. “Breakfast sound good?”
“Always. I’ll go start it.” She got up, but I stopped her with a hand on her hip. She looked at me quizzically.
“Maybe we should work up an appetite first.” I said with a grin. Her smile grew devilish as she slipped back under the covers.
Snuggling up to me again, she whispered, “Maybe.” Adrienne began to plant tiny kisses on the side of my neck, soft and feathery, as I pulled her close to my body. Gently, I reached up her nightshirt and began to softly fondle her nipples, rolling the little buds between my fingers, eliciting a soft moan from her. I silenced her moan with a deep kiss as I rubbed my hands up and down her silky skin. I worked her nightshirt up to free one beautiful breast, and ducked down to suck on the stiffening nipple there. She threw her head back as she pushed my face to her breast, and whimpered with delight as I used my free hand to stroke her dampening panties. She quickly threw off her nightshirt, and began to grind her hips onto my hand.
My erection was becoming trapped painfully in my boxers. I regretfully let go of her long enough to strip them off. Before I could return to my slow torture of her, she slid atop me, then down to my stiff cock. It was her turn to tease me as she gently licked the head of my swollen member, and ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Placing tiny, light bites on my cock; she worked her way down the eight and a half inches until she came to my balls. Slowly, she placed her lips upon them, and then suddenly sucked one into her mouth. I gasped and groaned as she began to roll my ball around in her mouth as she stroked my cock rhythmically.
I looked down at her, and saw that at some point she had managed to shuck her panties. She knelt between my legs, and all I could see of her was the top of her head and her back, sloping upwards to her incredible heart shaped ass. I groaned again and thumped my head back onto the pillow as she suddenly engulfed my entire cock in her warm little mouth. The feel of her throat muscles tensing on the head of my cock was sublime. She rolled her tongue around my shaft even as she deep throated me. If she kept it up, I was going to cum.
She seemed to sense this, and slid me out of her mouth slowly. Sitting up, she positioned herself above my pulsing cock. She looked at me mischievously. “How bad do you want me?”
I looked up at her. Nice, pretty hips sloping up to a defined waist, luscious, swaying tits with large dark nipples, and above all, her lovely, angelic face framed by red braided pigtails. “Pretty damn bad.”
“Works for me,” she said, and with a smile in her eyes began to impale herself upon my cock. Once again the feel of her tight pussy working up and down my cock overwhelmed me. I watched her fuck me, seeing and feeling everything with this woman to the fullest. Her eyes shut as she rode me, rocking back and forth. I reached up and pinched her nipples as she slid her velvety pussy up and down my shaft. Soon she began to moan and whimper, fucking me to orgasm. When it hit her, it hit hard, as her pussy clenched down on my cock, and bathed it in her sweet juices as she screamed my name, over and over. Head thrown back, every muscle tensed, she was a study in the beauty of sexuality as she rode down her orgasm.
I saw she was worn out from the force of the orgasm, so I pulled her to me and gently rolled her beneath me; once atop her, I began slow, rhythmic thrusts. She began to buck her hips, but I stilled her. I wanted this to last awhile. I pulled my dripping cock from her slowly, then inched it back in, over and over, relishing the feel of her tight little pussy pulling at my cock. Little by little, she relaxed into my rhythm, kissing me softly over my shoulders and arms. Her kisses felt like butterflies lighting on my skin, and then taking off to a new destination.
