My wife laid in bed, snuggled into the sheets and pillows like every other morning. Although this morning was her morning. The baby was spending a few days with her brother across town, so this was the first night in a long time sleep was uninterrupted. I woke up first and did my morning ritual. Bathroom, shower, breakfast, took the dog out...the usual list checked off.
I walked back into the room and she was sprawled out, taking over the area I just recently slept in. Seeing the rises in the sheet where her breasts were got me thinking, how could I make this day start so well, she would be happy all day? I knew what I could do. Start her day with a rocking orgasm she would remember all day!
My wife is a beautiful 5 foot 2 Greek woman. Long brown wavy hair, 36C breasts, and a sexy neck I just can't keep my lips off of. She doesn't mean to, but she embodies sex to me. When we are together, all I want to do is squeeze her breasts and kiss her lips...when full full on sex isn't an option of course. She's my perfect woman.
As I re-entered the room, the door creaked a little and she shuffled beneath the covers. I walked over to her side and placed a hand on her hip. With a soft sigh she gave me a smile with a moan. She always loved being touched lightly. I ran my hand down the length of her thigh as she gave me vocal approval.
"Good morning love," I said softly taking a seat beside her.
"Hi baby," she softly answered back. "Sleep well?"
"I did. How about you?"
"Wonderful," she assured me. "I feel so relaxed."
"Good," I replied and I started rubbing her thigh again. Caressing the top of it as I moved from her waist down to her knee and back.
"That feels good."
I took my other hand and began to move it back and forth across her upper stomach, just barely teasing the bottom of her breasts as I passed. She closed her eyes and moaned again, moving her body into a position that gave me better access to my rubbing areas. I kept rubbing her thigh, but now began including her chest in between her boobs in my passes.
Her nipples were starting to harden up, so I knew she was loving it. I moved my upper thigh motions to the inner thigh...passing less than an inch from her magic spot. She always loved the light tease. She opened her eyes and looked right into mine with love. She was the type that could say more with a look than a thousand words.
I leaned in and kissed her lips gently. She began to radiate the passion I had loved to see. I kissed her lips, then the side of her face. I kissed her neck, then her collarbone which tickles her a little...but brings a smile to her face every time. I cupped her left breast and grazed my lips where it began to rise. In my hand, I could feel her nipple push. My tongue began to run slow circles around it, outlining her round areola.
I gave her sucking kisses; surrounding her nipple completely with my lips, then sucking as I pulled my lips straight off it. Meanwhile down below, my other hand began searching her pussy. With a finger, I traced the outline of her lips...stopping at he clit for a little extra attention. She had reached up and taken control of my head with her hands, rubbing one hand across the top, and the other placed on the back of my head.
With my now free hand, I reached down and unbuttoned my boxers...letting my semi-hard dick out for air. She always tells me how much she loves my dick...in those words. I was the longest and thickest she'd ever had. I measure 8 1/2 inches in length, and as thick as the core of a roll of toilet paper.
With a finger, I ran circles around her clit...straying only momentarily to poke inside her for lubrication. I was determined to make this morning all about her. Continuing the duo of my soft nipple kisses and finger stimulation, I climbed on the bed; one knee between her legs and the other on her side. My penis hung down, teasing the inside of her thigh. I thicken up before lengthening when I get hard.
She reached down and grabbed my hand from between her legs, and sucked my finger...tasting herself with an 'mmmm'. That's usually her sign to me that she's wet enough. After releasing my finger, I squeezed both her breasts, taking turns kissing and sucking each nipple. She reached down and tugged on my thickness, almost pulling the extra inches out.
Then she stuck two fingers inside herself and lubed me up with a grin. She had such magic hands...even though I have a strong upward curve, she glides up and down my shaft like I'm as straight as a pole. With a new tug, she positioned the head of my dick just outside her lips, peeking it just inside to moisten me up. With another tug, she was pulling me in. I obliged her and push forward, gently inserting 4 inches back and forth across her G-spot.
"Oooh," she moaned, cutting a breath short.
I kept passing the G-spot with every slow thrust, her matching a moan with every pass. Before long, she was reaching down, grabbing ahold of my exposed shaft trying to pull more in. She was soaking wet, so I knew this would be no problem. I increased my thrusting speed and depth a little more with each thrust until I was fucking her deep.
Every inch in and only halfway out with each thrust. Only the thickness of my shaft was touching her G-spot now, but he feeling up my big dick filling her with each thrust was building her orgasm fast. Her breathing and moaning was becoming erratic, her eyes closed and head to the side.
