It all started innocently enough with soft, luscious kisses. His morning was perfect. The morning sun was starting to light the room, and as he slowly succumbed to consciousness, his lips were kissed softly. He felt her light touch, her petite body, all conformed to his large frame. It was as though they were designed to fit together. Slowly, she sucked on his lower lip while straddling his leg. He could feel her warm body undulate on top of him and almost instantly he became hard. She reached down and slid his underwear off and gazed for a brief moment at his throbbing cock. She thought wickedly about how she was going to feel in a while, after the ramp up, after the gspot orgasm he was sure to give her with his hand and her favorite toy. She thought of how her warm, wet, tight pussy would feel when he slides his cock in. She comments "my God, you are well hung!" He wonders where that comment came from, as this wasn't the first time she had made love to him. In fact, this could have been the millionth time, the only thing he knew was that every time was like combining lightning, a roller coaster drop, fighter jet ride, floating, symphony, and firework show into one moment of explosion culminating in the most intense, tingling, hot, heavy, shaking, mind blowing, body spasm delight.
He smiled, proud of the comment. She came back to his lips. Her strawberry blond hair glistened in the morning sun and her smile melted him. Her beautiful hazel eyes looked into him, through his skin, into his soul, and he was mesmerized. She had him in her trance. She could do anything she wanted to him, and she did. Without saying a word, he started to tickle her back, slowly moving his fingers over the curves of her body. She tingled with chills and pressed her hot, yearning pussy into his thigh. She contracted and writhed in anticipation- she wanted him now, she thought of what it would feel like if he ripped her panties off and thrust his throbbing cock deep into her. That would come, but not just yet.