Morning Sex

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.

I gasp and shiver. The contrasting warmth and cold have me so turned on. I can feel my pussy making its own little rivulets of excitement inside my lips. The ice has melted and as you move your mouth to my other breast, your cold thumbs reach down to my warm wet lips to part them, then slide up to gently squeeze my clit. My mouth kisses your neck and your ear, as I moan gently in delight and rub your cock through your shorts with my fingers.

I pull my shirt up and over my head, casting it down on the floor. Not wanting to be the only one naked I set about pulling down your shorts, trying to free your erection from the material and slide them off. They fall away, and I can finally get my hands on your big, hard dick. I swear it's bigger than normal and can't wait until it's filling me. The thought is getting me so wet.

We kiss again. Our hands exploring, squeezing, stroking. You push your body close to mine and the hot shaft of your cock presses against my pussy. "Fuck me here on the kitchen counter!" I say and dig my nails into your back. I hear you groan and kiss at my neck as you raise your cock up and down between my lips. As you lower the full length down you pause as the smooth head of your dick rubs against my clit, then you push up and rub the rest of your long, hard shaft against it. I want you inside me so much.

You slide your cock down again, the head going lower, exploring my lips for my soft, wet opening. It pushes gently and penetrates slightly. "There!" I whisper in your ear, my arm hooked around your neck in fear you will slip away. It nudges further inside me, the head now almost entirely in, finding me wet and ready to take you.

I pull myself further up using my arm round your neck and shoulders and your hands reach under to grab my ass and lift me. You hold me for a second, our heads pressed together again, our eyes locked. As my wetness spreads down your shaft you lower me gently, pushing deeper. I bite your lip gently as you fill me. I cling on to you. I never want this moment to end.

My nails dig into your skin. My mouth kisses your neck. My teeth bite playfully at your ear. I gently rotate my hips to push you deeper inside and feel you fill me. I'm wrapped in your strong arms. My legs hooked around your waist. You turn slowly and face the kitchen table. Its empty surface is the perfect place to lay me down and continue fucking me gently. Your hands now holding my ankles in place next to your head as you thrust slowly in, then pull back. You glide effortlessly in and out of my wet pussy, finding a rhythm that rocks me gently back and forth, my breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust. My eyes are closed, I'm lost in a beautiful blissful dream, full of you, being filled by you.

I hear the rattle of the ice dispenser again and wonder what you are doing. You've reached behind and got more of your icy toys, In a second each of my nipples is being pinched between your fingers, thumbs, and cold ice cube. My breasts responding by stiffening, nipples fully cold and hard. Your warm hands pushing down on me as you continue to push your cock deep into me, my legs up resting on your chest.

I hear you dispense more ice. I tense in anticipation of more fire and ice torture and pleasure for my breasts. But it never comes. Instead you withdraw your cock from me, leaving my pussy gaping for you. Kneeling down you let my legs hook over your shoulders. I squeeze your head playfully with my thighs as your head zeros in on my pussy. Then I learn what you did with the ice. It's in your mouth, biting it between your teeth as you push it against my clit. I shiver and moan at the sensation. My hands holding your head ready to push you further away if the cold gets too much, then guide you back closer to resume my cold pleasure. As if I wasn't already wet enough, now I'm soaked. You rub the ice cube down and into my pussy slightly. The cool sensation feels so refreshing in contrast to my body heat. Then your tongue pushes it into me and within a second you're standing and pushing it in deeper with your cock. The cold soon melts away and my pussy starts to warm again with your long steady thrusts.

Your hands pin my hips to the table as you thrust and curve your pelvis up to make sure I get every inch of you. I raise my feet high in the air to give you the best angle to fill me. I slip my hand between our bodies and rub my clit for extra stimulation, tensing and contracting my pussy around you as tightly as I can. I hear you moan and get harder. "Are you going to cum?" I ask, between gasps for air.

All you can do is nod as your eyes close and I feel your hands grip me tightly. I rub my clit faster and squeeze as hard as I can with my pussy, urging my climax on. As you shudder with ecstasy and I feel your warm explosion of cum inside me, my orgasm finally hits. My pussy grips you hard as my body convulses uncontrollably, my muscles tensing as the wave of pleasure passes through me. Your thrusts slow and you throb gently inside me as my pussy milks every last drop from you.

I lie spent on the table, still full of your cock. It feels amazing. Your fingers trace delicate patterns up my body and over my breasts. We stare longingly into each others eyes, catching our breath.

What a perfect start to the day.