Another story I wrote from a female perspective. I'm not sure why - probably because listening to and reading stories by women is what excites me the most.
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Morning Sex
The day started innocently enough. I was standing in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil. I haven't been awake for long, quietly slipping on a baggy t-shirt to come downstairs and make a warm drink - it's part of my morning ritual. I thought I left you sleeping peacefully in bed, but then I hear you making your way down the stairs. "Do you want a cup of tea?" I call out.
"No. I want you." You whisper in my ear, having crept up behind me. Suddenly your hands are reaching around to cup my breasts as your face pushes through my hair so your mouth can nuzzle and kisses my neck. The day has suddenly gone from sleepy innocent to raunchy.
Your breath is hot on my skin. I close my eyes as you squeeze your hands tighter and your kisses trail down to my collar bone. You know kisses here drive me crazy and I have confessed that if you ever want a fuck, all you have to do is just kiss me there. You pull back slightly then kiss the spot again to make sure I get the hint, you gently pinch my nipples through the shirt material. My arms raise up to caress your head with my hands, my fingertips and nails massaging your scalp. Well done. Now I'm in the mood.
As I reach up to caress you, the shirt lifts up revealing my naked ass and trimmed pussy. One of your hands immediately heads down and curves under my shaved little mound. The kettle boils, and steam churns out into the room. I turn away from the counter to face you. Our mouths meet, kissing, tongues exploring. Your hands slide under my shirt to grasp my bare ass cheeks tightly so you can pick me up. I squeal in delight and follow your lead, wrapping my legs around you. Our foreheads press together, our eyes locked, my breasts pushed tight against your chest as you hold me for a few seconds, then sit me down on the edge of the kitchen counter. The cool surface chilling my bare ass and making me gasp.
You are almost naked, just a pair of thick cotton lounge shorts. I look down and admire your strong physique and toned body. I can see you are getting hard beneath those shorts. I want to feel you in me. Subconsciously I squeeze the muscles in my pussy at the thought of your cock buried deep inside and feel myself starting to tingle with desire.
Your hands hold my thighs and you lift them higher and wider. I pull up the material of the shirt to reveal my pussy. The soft morning light spilling in through the window casting shadows from our limbs and spreading intrigue. I pull the material further up to release my tits from the fabric. The sight of my aroused, dark, nipples is too much for you to resist, and you lower your mouth to suck one, then the other. Swirling your tongue around them, licking, sucking, then a sharp playful nip with your teeth.
I squeal and recoil, biting my lip. Our eyes lock again and you stand waiting to make your next move. My fingernails trail down your chest and tug suggestively at the waistband of your shorts. There's a glint in your eye and I know you're scheming.
Reaching to the side, your hand just grasps for the ice dispenser of the fridge door. You cup your hand under the spout and let out a few cubes of ice. Holding them in your fist, you move your hand back to my breasts. In a few seconds the cold melted ice water trickles out onto my pert, aroused tits. The cold sensation sends shivers through me as the water trickles over my nipples and down my belly. The droplets continue to trickle over me, down my thighs, over my pussy, then dripping down onto the floor.
Taking a partially melted ice cube in each hand you start to trace them around my now heaving breasts. The water melting faster, trickling over me in little rivulets. Then your warm mouth envelops one of my nipples, the warm contrast to the cold is delightful. But your chilly teasing continues as you trace down with the remnants of the ice cubes to my thighs.
