I feel the warmth of the duvet lift slightly from my breasts. I know you are admiring my dΓ©colletage and I can almost sense your eyes on my nipples. Slight movement on the bed signifies your desire to touch me. Your soft lips take my right bud and slowly suckle bringing it hard and swollen. Your hand tickles over my chest to rest gently on the left nipple which you then take between your thumb and middle finger and hold whilst the nail of your fore-finger scrapes over the top of the soft pink skin bringing it to life and the blood is now rushing to my sex parts with your ministrations. I moan very softly. I love morning sex, and you arouse me so easily.
Your left hand now leaves my nipple and sensuously glides down to my hirsute mound and soft fingers now open my slit and find the lovely warm juices flowing, as you now suck and gently bite my right nipple and I bring my own hand up to the left to keep the sensations fire up my hot cunt. You run five fingers over my clit to harden this, softly then harshly, keeping the natural lube flowing over your digits which now slide towards my hot cavern and you insert two easily into me, then your thumb circles my clit and the two remaining rest seductively on my perineum making my arse contract, as I know you will plunder that shortly. Again I moan and almost on cue you insert those two soaking fingers past my sphincter and you fuck me hard.
You have ticked every sexual box and I so want to come, my mind drifts into a space far beyond this bed, my body is ready for the release. But I have something you do not -- control. I have found a place where I can cruise and I know it frustrates you so much. My tits and cunt say I am close, but my mind holds back. You are feverously trying to break me but to no avail. I move to get away from you, you are now afraid. I sit up and push you down into the bed; I look into your sexy green eyes as you are now removing your fingers from me.
"Clean yourself slut!"
You move your fingers into your mouth and moan.
"Ambrosia fit for the Gods!" you purr
Mmmm I think, very poetic.
"Get up and make my coffee slut."
You do my bidding and stand by the bed as my mobile rings,
"Yeah, hi, no that's fine, around 3 no probs, love you babe." "That's Kerry, the girls are coming over later, and we need to go shopping." I say to you.
I shower and dress and as you get ready putting your tight jeans on and ribbed black top which shows off your lovely body, I muse, 'you have been getting away with murder for so long, time to get back in line.'
I take you to a cheap pound shop and then to my favourite Italian restaurant for a bowl of vongole penne and a light bottle of red. I know you are now feeling very chilled. It is nearly time for the girls to arrive!
We get back to my place and I order you to take a shower. I follow you to the bathroom and as you wash I turn the control from hot to freezing cold and watch the arousing differences in your body. I allow you out after fifteen minutes of torture and you face me with hard nipples and goose bumps all over your body. I am pleased. I love your sexy, toned body. I grab a soft white towel from the heated rail and proceed to dry every part of you. I take a bottle of oil from the bathroom shelf and order you to anoint yourself.
It's so sexy how you rub oil into your inner thighs and around your sex lips. Your mound is shaved and I can see your clit is aroused. You run your oiled hands over your flat stomach and into your spectacular, firm 36 b breasts and dark nipples. I stand and watch intently, my own cunt now well moist.
"Go fetch the shopping bag, slut." I command, and within a couple of minutes you return slick and naked with the items we obtained earlier.
I take out a packet of cheap clothes pegs and give them to you.