They danced, talked, drank, talked and danced until he asked if she wanted to leave. She never ever went back to a guys place on the first date. Not until now that is!
She woke a little again. They hadn't moved. He was still sound asleep, his warm breath making the back of her neck tingle with pleasure. His cock still hard (even after the night before) against her warm butt. She could feel herself getting wet. She peeked at the clock – 8:30am. She figured they would be in bed for a while yet and she certainly had no intention of going anywhere. He kissed the back of her neck. Now the tingles went right down her back and she closed her eyes and smiled. But he was still asleep. He kisses in his sleep! Oh my!
She wondered if she could slide his cock down against her pussy. She'd never done it with someone who was asleep before. Maybe if she just moved it a little..... She reached down so slowly, not wanting to wake him. Her heart beating harder in her chest with the excitement. She felt like a naughty little girl! She took his cock gently in her hand. So hard and hot. As she did the memories of the night before slid into her mind, feeling him inside her again and again, the passion, the lust, the crazy orgasms!
She realised she was gripping him too hard; she softened her grasp and slid his cock down gently between her legs. The head was now resting and pushing up against her wet sensitive pussy. She moaned.
He stopped his breathing. Had she woken him? She didn't move. Her heart beating, holding her breath. The head of his cock just pushing into her lips of its own volition. Time seemed to stop. And then he was breathing slowly again. Deeply and slowly, back in his world of dreams. Her pussy grew wetter, her juices making the head of his cock wet as he rested just inside her lips sending streams of heat down her legs. His cock twitched as he moaned a little in his dreams. Maybe he was dreaming of the night before. She drifted again, her memories trying to join with his as he slept.
They had started kissing on the couch with a Gin and Tonic each in their hands. The passion had taken them and spilt the drinks over their clothes and the floor but they hadn't cared. She remembered feeling his hardness under his pants, straining for release. He had broken off the kiss to explore her more. Now the memories were coming back to her as she drifted deeper into her morning dreams.
On the couch, he slid his hands up her legs as she felt his hard cock throbbing. His hands reached her panties, already moist and he moaned as his fingers slid up and down the moist satin. Her favourite black leather skirt was already up round her waist as his hand caressed her pussy with a confidence and gentleness that hand in hand took her on a flight of a lifetime. Her hand just gripping his cock. She couldn't concentrate on moving it because of the sensations flooding her. His other hand caressing her back through the pink satin blouse. The softness, sleekness caressing her in waves as his hand moved over her until it rested on her breast. He played with her nipple through her clothes as his other hand continued to play her like a beautiful instrument.
Then he was on his knees in front of her. His shirt was off and his slim chest was glistening with sweat and the spilt gin and tonics. He slid her panties down her legs and looked up at her. His deep eyes asking her permission. She simply smiled, her eyes now glassed over with desire and need. He led with his hands sliding up her thighs as his mouth followed with kisses. Instinctively her legs parted for him and she leant back on the couch with her eyes shut. When his mouth at last kissed her wet lips she spasmed and shook. Moans escaping her mouth as her eyes shut tightly trying to hold in the feelings of pleasure. His tongue and fingers worked in unison sliding up her lips as his finger stroked her clit. The first orgasm burst through her within a minute. She'd never come so quickly. Her hips thrust against his mouth, her hands on his head holding him still against her while she came. As she slowly came down and released his head, he gently kissed and licked her pussy more, keeping her in a constant state of arousal. Now his mouth was on her clit, gently licking and sucking as his fingers slid into her soaking pussy. He pushed them in and up, caressing her inside, touching somewhere amazing as his mouth started moving faster. His tongue orchestrating the most incredible feeling throughout her body. Faster his tongue moved as the intensity grew. His fingers sliding out and in and up. More intense, more intense, more, more as the orgasm grew and grew like a tidal wave. Not yet breaking, not yet, nearly. "YES, YES, Oh GOD YES" she screamed as she bucked against him. Totally lost, completely gone as suddenly the wave reached the shore and broke in a thunderous crash. She screamed, his fingers rubbing inside her making her gush all over his face. She had never gushed before. It was running off his face and down her thighs and all over his couch. She would have felt embarrassed if it hadn't felt so damn good. Wave after wave crashed against her as he expertly rode them like a trained surfer reading each wave and taking it under his control. She lost count of her orgasms as she ground into his face and fingers again and again, until eventually after minutes of the most intense pleasure he let her settle back and relax. Just gentle kisses over her pussy and soft licks as he lapped up every last drop.
She awoke again and she was soaked. Her thighs drenched and the silk sheets wet under her. His cock was inside her. His arms tight around her and his mouth kissing her neck intently. She had come in her sleep! His cock had slid in and woken him up and now he was slowly fucking her from behind. His hard cock buried into her throbbing pussy and moving so slowly. "Oh god!", she moaned softly. "So beautiful", he whispered into her ear from behind as he slowly fucked her.
"Hold on tight", he said.
Then with his arms tight around her waist and chest he rolled onto his back with her still on top of him facing the ceiling, his cock still hard inside her from behind and his mouth still kissing her neck. His hand moved down to her clit and again like a master musician he started playing her. His cock thrusting inside her and his fingers caressing her clit and pussy in time. She felt like every part of her was being touched. Breasts, clit, legs, pussy inside and out and kisses and soft bites on her neck. His fingers moved quicker and harder and suddenly she was coming again. His cock deep inside as she clenched around him. Floating, flying, soaring! Then he brought her down again. Slowly, moving gentle and soft he caressed her body from behind. Like a harp between his legs. Then when he chose he lifted the pace and passion and brought her to another orgasm. Countless times he did this until she was totally satiated and exhausted and pleaded for him to stop. Then they lay there, her body on his, her head resting back on his shoulder. His cock still throbbing and hard inside. Insufferably, he hadn't yet come this morning, although he had at least twice the night before! Again she drifted off to sleep.
She awoke at 10am. She was on her side, her nakedness snuggled in the silk sheets. Still a faint damp patch under her reminding her of the early morning, her swollen and satisfied pussy throbbing between her legs. She looked around and he was no longer in bed. Sounds of movement downstairs as she could hear him in the kitchen. The aroma of fresh coffee drifting up the stairs into the bedroom. She looked and her clothes were at the bottom of the bed. He had brought them up from the couch, knowing she had no pyjamas to wear. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and reached down for her satin blouse. It would have to do and it wasn't like he hadn't seen her in all her glory already! She slipped it on over her naked top and did up just a few buttons to hold her breasts inside. She felt sexy. She felt very, very sexy! This man had done something wonderful with her that made her feel everything she should feel.
