I am the luckiest woman in the world.
I think that to myself every morning when he wakes me, the way he's been instructed to.
As his hands move over my skin I wake with a smile, anticipating what's to come. He probes gently, slowly easing himself into me from behind. I sigh softly.
"Good morning Elle" he whispers softly against my ear.
"Good morning Michael" I answer, tilting my hips back to take more of him inside me. He works himself into me slowly til he's buried in me. I can feel him breathing against my ear, a soft moan when I've taken all of him. I reach back and grab his cute ass pulling him to me tightly.
"Did you have a good night Elle?"
"Mmmmm yes, he was very nice."
"Did you fuck him?" Slightly breathless as he strokes into me deeply.
"Mmmmmm yes. It was very good."
I feel his forehead against the back of my head as his arms tighten around me, he groans softly "Elle, no."
I feel myself getting wetter, anticipating the change in him. "Mmmm yes Michael, he felt so good. I loved riding that big thick cock."
He answers with a hard thrust. I gasp softly, sliding a leg over his to open myself up to him.
"He has big strong hands, they felt amazing on my hips when he bent me over and took me."
I knew that would spur him on as I feel his leg slide between mine, I moan softly as he holds himself inside me moving to kneel. With my bottom leg stretched between his and the other hooked on his hip I turn my upper body slightly so it can look up at him.
There's hurt and jealousy in his eyes. When I reach up and cup his cheek his eyes close and when he opens them there's need and desire shining there. Finally he starts to move in me, thrusting into me hard, claiming me.
Taking me back from my lover.
My back arches as he pounds my pussy hard, staring into my eyes. I'm whimpering from the pain of each thrust but I couldn't ask him to stop if I wanted to. The pleasure that blooms inside me with each thrust, after the sharp stab of pain, is intoxicating. A few more minutes of this then he slows then stops, catching his breathe, turning me into my back, moving between my legs and stretching himself over me.
I smile as I run my hands threw his hair down over his shoulders. He's breathing heavy against my neck. He lifts his head and says softly "Mine." He punctuates it with a thrust, "you're mine Elle." He crushes my lips with his as his hands slip under my hips, lifting me to meet his thrusts.
I'm mindless with need, screaming against his lips. My hands tighten in his hair as my orgasm coils around me, dragging me under wave after wave of pleasure. I arch against him as it explodes in me and I feel my pussy clamp down on him like it always does when I cum.
I can feel him start to swell inside me as his pace increases. "Cum for me Michael" I whisper.
My hands slide down his back to his ass as he spurts inside me. His breath is hot against my neck as he crys out. We lay there for a moment catching our breath. Then he's looking into my eyes, brushing his lips against mine.
"I love you Elle."
I smile, drawing his head closer to kiss him softly "I love you Michael."
Most people would have a hard time understanding that given the fact that I routinely play with other men but I really do love him. I admire the strength it takes to watch me leave to meet a lover. The trust it takes to watch me with them. The overwhelming jealousy he endures for me. The humiliation he overcomes when I'm returned to him, smelling like them, my pussy still slippery from their cum, the taste of them on my tongue. How he loves me then, gently, knowing they've used me hard. I feel so cherished in those moments, when he kisses away all the hurts, licks me softly til I cum against his tongue and then cradles me in his arms as I drift off to sleep. Oh yes, I love this man. Like I said before, I'm the luckiest woman alive.
Nuzzling his neck, I give his cute butt another squeeze "I suppose we should start our day huh?" I say. I'm reluctant to leave his arms, I love these quiet moments when we reconnect.
He sighs softly, "Yes I suppose we should." He gives me a long soft kiss before moving away from me.
It takes me a minute to get moving, my legs are killing me this morning. The lover I met last night was a very large man with tons of stamina. I spent hours being ridden to orgasm after orgasm. It was a very entertaining evening.
Michael watches quietly as I gingerly crawl out of bed. "Did he hurt you Elle?"
"Just a little honey." I say brushing it off, I don't want to tell him I feel broken today.
"Come on" he says taking my hand, " A hot shower will help you feel better" and he leads me to the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the tub while he turns the water on, when it's the right temperature he leads me into the shower standing close behind me under the stream of water.
I lean my head back against his shoulder as his hands move over my skin. Tilting my head back for his kiss, reaching up to run my hands through his hair. I gasp softly as his fingers slide between my sensitive lips. His other hand cups a breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and fingers. My hips move restlessly against his hand, begging wordlessly. He turns me in his arms backing me against to wall.
Still kissing me his hand slips between my legs parting my lips. His fingers slide into me easily aided by his cum. I gasp softly, my fingers curl on his shoulders. His other hand holds my hip, pushing me back against the wall as he strokes my pussy with his fingers.
My head falls back as his lips move lower over my neck to my breasts. Tenderly licking and sucking my nipples before moving lower over my stomach. I shudder as his lips caress my inner thigh. I press my hands against the wall, trying to keep my balance as my knees wobble. I cry out softly as his tongue slides between my lips gently caressing my clit, swirling around it slowly before sucking gently. "Oh god" I breathe, "Mmmmm yes."
I feel his fingers slide out at that hand lifting my leg over his shoulder, his tongue slides lower to take the place of his fingers, slipping inside me. I whimper softly as he fucks me with his tongue. God he's amazing. I slide a hand through his hair as my hips rock against his lips. I hear him murmur "Cum for me Elle."