Scenes in Person 03: Coffee and Cunnilingus

SCENES IN PERSON 03: COFFEE AND CUNNILINGUS

SCENES IN PERSON (a series)

Scene 3 - COFFEE AND CUNNILINGUS

Author's note

:

While this scene can be read alone, it begins where

Scene 02

ended. That scene involved rousing a man from sleep with a spirited deep-throat blow job (Morning Fellatrix).

This scene is still presented first person, present tense, narrated by the man.

Women, here you come, bringing the coffees into the bedroom where he's waiting. Men, here she comes...

~~~

I'm sitting up in bed when you walk back in with our coffees. You're naked and putting a 'little extra' in the way you walk. Subtle, but sexy as fuck. You fill my vision and flood my mind. I can't help but lick you with hungry eyes...everywhere. I love watching your willowy movements when you're naked, muscle and bone equally limber beneath supple skin. I imagine feeling your lissome body moving underneath me. Or maybe on top of me, straddling me cowgirl style with those thighs tight to my hips and my hands squeezing bouncing tits. Maybe spooned alongside. However I enter you, I'm remembering the sumptuous feel of sliding into your slick heat and moving inside you. I'm "fucking you with my eyes" and the look on my face makes you feel like the sexiest women in the world.

Fuck, my look itself makes you sexier. You

know

how sexy you are when you're held in my gaze, and the certainty enhances your allure.

My look also has you thinking about feeling me, inside you. It's more than the penetration - my heat in your squeezing wet. More than the familiar way your cunt stretches around my veiny girth and the sensation of being filled. It's the way your body becomes

mine

even before I begin thrusting. The way I make you give everything.

Under this sheet I'm already hard again, just from watching you. You know I am, and it makes you wetter.

You extend the coffees when you reach the bed but, instead of taking them, I slip my hands between the mugs and grasp your breasts. We lock eyes as I squeeze. You love my large weathered hands on you. Especially on your softest parts. You realize in that moment it doesn't even take penetration. You're already mine, in my hands. Your face shows it.

My eyes flame. I squeeze harder and your nipples pebble. My squeeze presents them so they stick out when I lean forward to lick circles around each.

Oh

, you moan softly. When I take them into my mouth and slather them, your legs weaken. When I push your stiffening nubs around with my tongue, they ache to be sucked.

I

do

suck them. One, then the other, and back again.

You moan a little louder,

Oh fuck

.

I continue fondling as I lean back to look at your face. I've got you trapped like this as long as you're holding the coffees. You break the spell by speaking. "If you take these I can slide in with you?"

I smile innocently and squeeze. "I've got them?"

"The coffees, Don Juan." You

almost

have an edge to your voice, but you're smiling.

I relent and take the mugs. You slip under the sheet and we're skin to skin. We have that rare magic together, where our familiarity has actually increased the excitement of being together. The wildest fuck of our lives

and

our favorite person to drink coffee with.

We sip, savoring this calm after the intense blow job you gave me. You love being my dirty girl cocksucker and showing off your stunning deep throat skills. You know it "brings forth the beast" when you're in the mood to be used roughly, and our rough sex is always followed by this sumptuous peace. I drink with my right hand while my left explores you under the sheet. You told your best friend that I "can't keep my hands off" you. So true. You also told her how deeply you love it. More true.

We drink our coffee in silence. When we're done and I lean in for a kiss you become self-conscious about your breath and think,

God, I haven't brushed yet. I have morning mouth?

But we fall into a deep kiss that's wet with twisting tongues. You sigh when I'm pulling back and then realize you just exhaled morning breath in my face. You're mortified

. Oh God!

I was touching your face with my hand while we kissed and now my fingers linger on your chin. I whisper, "Exotic flavors of you. You taste of sleep and cum and strong coffee. So fucking delicious and sexy."

And there it is

, you think,

we're perfect together, just as we are. However we are. Wherever we are.

Before you can respond, I take your mug and climb from the bed to fetch refills.

You watch my ass as I leave the room.

Yes

. Then you lean back in the bed to enjoy the quiet perfection of this morning. You wish it could continue like this forever.

And that cock,

you think as I walk back into the bedroom. It swings potently, even with emptied balls. I was watching your eyes as I entered the room and seeing them on my manhood has blood rushing there again.

You take the mugs so I can slide in alongside you. I take a few sips, but then put mine on the bedside table.

The coffee's hot. I'm still hot too.

I roll to face you and pull the sheet down. "Enjoy your coffee baby. I just want a little look." Leaning on one arm my free hand glides over you like a wave. It flows over the swell of your breasts, with nipples standing for palm's passing. I follow your side to hip's swell and softly traverse your tummy. I explore the shape of your pelvic ridges with delight and wonder.

So womanly

. You close your eyes. From my hand's touch you know how deeply I love the shape of you. You're always more beautiful under my hand.

No person ever touched you like I touch you.

My hand glides along both pelvic ridges into the valley between and then flows over your mons. I feel your wet heat but keep my fingers together and touch with my whole hand, even when your legs fall open.

They always open for me.

Even when you're angry and think you're going to deny me intimacy.

With your eyes still closed you know I'm watching you as my hand slides as far down your leg as I can reach. I'm watching your face as I touch. Watching your breasts rise and fall with each breath. Seeing your nipples change with my caress in other places. My exploring hand switches legs and you know I'm watching your labia open like a flower opens to sun. You're opening to me and your wetness is exciting me.

Your body is seducing me while you lay still with eyes closed.

You open your eyes just long enough to put your coffee on the bedside table, then close them as your head falls back into the pillow. You know where this is going.

You'd die if I stopped now.

I won't.

You feel the bed shift as I move to my hands and knees astride you. I lean down to begin with a soft kiss on your mouth. Then feather kisses, on each closed eyelid. And the tip of your nose. I nuzzle behind your ear and then traverse your throat kiss by kiss to nuzzle your other ear. Your head tilts back in surrender as I go. Then I kiss the hollow at the base of your neck with a little more tongue and continue laying wet kisses onto the flat part of your chest. The part of you I love to touch after you get off. Where you blush and feel warm whenever you cum for me. Where the familiar glow is sure to appear, so very soon.

I've got you going

there

already, after a few innocent kisses.

You're mine.

My mouth descends, to the valley between your breasts. Then onto breasts rising and falling more dramatically with deeper breaths that are coming more quickly. I circle one areola with my tongue, then the other. Unbidden, your back arches to push tit into my warm mouth when it encloses a nipple. I bathe you in my mouth, then bathe your other nipple, even more amorously.

Oh...fuck.

Your tits make me wish I had two mouths but it seems I'm doing OK with just the one? You've gone all liquid and oozy inside with my mouth and tongue on you there. When I suck, you feel like you're being pulled through your nipple into me.

You are

.

What is it that makes my mouth on you so different from any other? It will feel like my mouth is still here, hours from now. I'm suckling your hidden soul. You moan so softly I barely hear it, but I suck even harder in response.

You think,

Oh God I'm close!

A finger on your clit would set you off like fireworks but I'm not going to, yet.

I have you out on that edge when I move to your tummy and kiss your tremble. I caress the ridges of your pelvic bone with my hands while I kiss between them, slowly, from one to the other until my mouth is on your mons. I kiss the heat of your bulge. I scent your wet. My head lifts away from you as my hands drift down your legs and gently push them apart. A feather light push, yet they open fully. I move between them. Your body's been waiting for me. Wanting me here.

You float inside closed eyes and feel everything with exquisite clarity.

My hands caress the delicate skin of your inner thighs from your knees to your puffy labia. I slide my fingers into your thigh gap to softly press your lips together. They tingle deliciously in my caress. You know my face is inches from your quim. You feel my breath on the folds I'm gently fondling.

You're so fucking close, already

. I know just how to bring you onto this edge and keep you here, caressing your tumescent clit inside her hoodie. Your pussy is dying to open for me, but my insistent fingers gently hold her closed, teasing. I'm concentrating your horniness. Focusing every sensation on your turgid bean.

F-u-c-k-k-k-k-k

.

You're aroused to helplessness. Shaking. You're ready to scream, twine your fingers in my hair and pull me into your wet mess. You clutch the sheets instead.

I'm in control. I play you with gentle touch and excruciating patience. I love making you mindless with lust. Fucking love it. I lowered the sheet only a few minutes ago and already the gossamer sheen of sophistication has been stripped from you. I've always been able to see the profoundly sexual woman inside your proper demeanor and now I'm bringing you out crazy horny and you're thinking,

God I want to push my cunt onto his mouth and start grinding and shrieking!

I know you're going to break. I feel it. I hear it. I fucking smell it. I push your legs apart more. You stop breathing. Your folds open before my tongue slips inside and wiggles from slit's bottom to swollen bean.

Fuck.

Over your clit. Rolling your slippery pearl with amorous delight.

Oh Fuck.

Your head presses back into the pillow. Your mouth opens. You desperately suck air into your lungs, filling them as you hang on this perilous edge. My tongue slides into your slippery tunnel as I suck your naughty little bean.

OH

. Hungrily licking inside your quim and sucking pulses on your shiny pearl.

FUCK

. Your hips rise from the bed for more of my mouth. Wantonly pushing yourself onto me. My moan of pleasure tingles your labia. My moan penetrates you. OH JESUS. Oh...F-U-U-U-C-K-K! My moan vibrating inside you snaps your twiggy last hold on sanity.

You fucking hear the snap

as your orgasm erupts with feral cries of rapture from your lungs. You're rolled in powerful waves. You're shrieking and tumbling in your own climactic surf. Your hands reach for my head and fist my hair to press me into you and pull me away at the same time with the same muscles and you don't know what's not enough and what's too fucking much and I'm sucking and licking and

JESUS FUCK

when did my fingers slide inside you

and I'm rubbing

that

spot on your front wall and you're coming again or never stopped and never stopped screaming and I keep sucking pulses, and licking deliriously and you're ejaculating and powerless to withhold anything from me and

MY MOAN FUCKING DEEPENS

with the taste of your cum flowing over my tongue and my moan fills you and you're passing out or passing in, to another dimension, to...bliss.

To float in the warm soft. After.

Mindfulness returns slowly as light grows on a foggy dawn.

You open your exquisite eyes and gradually focus in the fog.

Oh.

I'm still down here, between your legs. Your satisfied cunt is amorously squeezing my fingers.

She wants to keep them right where they are. She wants more.

You make her let them go.

I sigh as my fingers slide from you with a squishy sound.

They wanted to stay there too. They only just got started.

They're shiny with pussy juice and cum.

You're thinking,

I came so much...

My face is wet with your sexy juices and girl-cum. It's everywhere below my pleased eyes.

With a nudge you urge me to come higher. On the way I cover your nipples with slime from my fingers. Then I suck them clean with eyes closed in satisfaction.

Oh.

I kiss the blush above your breasts with my messy mouth. Finally, I kiss your mouth, capturing your still deep breaths in me. Our tongues twist together in your rich flavor. I love to

share the taste of you with you

this way.

I finally lean back and we look at each other.

You whisper, wistfully, "It was never like that...before you." Your smile is dreamy. "Nobody does me like you do me."

I glow. My response comes even more softly than your whisper. "I enjoy it more than you." Before you can disagree I continue, "Nobody could adore loving you with their mouth as much as I do."

You close your eyes and drift back into the pillow. You're done. For the rest of the day. It's still early morning and you're done. Completely.

But, I'm not.

My mouth slides from yours to travel down your neck, kiss your chest, and trail wandering kisses onto your breasts. Before gently sucking nipples that are more even sensitive now, I whisper apologetically, "Baby... I lost my mind between your legs."

I suckle tenderly.

"I

have

to see if I can find it."

My tongue is already crossing your tummy.

Oh Sweet Jesus...He's going down on me again.

You clutch the sheets.

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