True Sex Stories: Morning Just The Way I Like It

My hand reached out for The Chef's back before I even opened my eyes. He was warm with sleep and not yet awake. I kissed him on the shoulder and felt him breathe.

I padded off to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror as I was brushing and decided it might be fun to try the shower trick again. Last time he wanted me to try to pee on him, but my bladder seized up and couldn't do it. I decided to try a little prep work. I rinsed, spit, and then drank a full glass of water, hoping I could be ready by the time we made it to the shower.

I slid into bed next to him and he shimmied over, still on his belly, to meet my body. I kissed him softly on the lips and temple and climbed on top of him, feeling my cool bare chest against his muscular back. I rested my head between his shoulder blades. I breathed as he breathed, rising softly, falling.

I slid my hands over his biceps, admiring the roundness of the muscles beneath his skin. He keeps in good shape. He uses these muscles to throw me down ad fuck me or to hold me up as I'm coming. I love these muscles.

I kissed down his spine, shifting my legs between his. I cupped his soft butt cheeks in my hands, tasting his delicate skin. I marveled at how he always smells like fresh laundry. I probed at him gently, parting his flesh and finding his puckered hole with the tip of my tongue. He groaned softly into the pillow. I circled with my tongue, tracing the perimeter and feeling the difference in muscle beneath the skin. I pressed against his opening and he yielded. Good. He wanted this.

I licked with broad flat strokes against him and he stirred slightly, arching back toward me. I swirled and pressed, fucked him with my tongue. I thought about the harness in the closet. I wanted to fuck him. His asshole was beginning to loosen and I slipped a finger inside of him. He groaned. I pressed for his g-spot, wishing my fingers were as long and strong as his. I knelt between his legs, one hand stroking his lower back and one fucking him, and grew wet with my feelings of possession over him.

I tried another finger but he was tight still, and didn't quite seem ready. I licked him again, fucked him with my tongue and then my finger. I added some lube and slowly slid in another. I saw him tense a little, and rubbed his back to help him relax. Before long he was fucking back against me. I pressed my thighs together, cunt swollen with desire. I like fucking him. I kissed him on the lower back and slipped out slowly.

He stayed face down on his stomach like I wanted him to, without me having to ask. I slipped my red dildo- the one he had picked out for himself- into the harness and lubed it up. I like having my own cock. It's protrusive and powerful. I pulled him up to me and aligned myself with his slippery hole. He was so tight and I didn't want to hurt him. I pushed into him gently and he pushed back, his breath tight.

I felt the base of the dildo pressing against my pubic bone and it turned me on immensely. I fucked him slowly, hips hungry to feel out full contact at the end of each thrust. He reached back and grabbed my hip, pulling me into him greedily. I fucked him harder and faster and soon his other hand was on the other side. He was ravenous.

I was too- I rarely feel dominant but I was there, and I wanted it. I fucked him, feeling my cock press into me. I realized I was crying out- gripping him by the shoulder and driving into him. I came, catching myself by surprise. I slowed to catch my breath and slid out of him, accidentally. He moved forward and turned to kiss me.

He grabbed hold of me and threw me down. I laughed and kissed him hungrily. He yanked my harness aside and fucked me. My cunt was electric and every move made me cry out. I bit his chest and shoulders and he plowed into me. I came again, thrashing beneath him. He came inside of me. I held him to my breast, loving and grateful and fulfilled.

He rolled me over to my side and pushed his thumb up into me, pushing my g-spot. My vision suddenly turned bright orange and I felt like I was on another plane. He fucked me so hard- nothing on my clit, just the most intense g-spot pressure I had ever felt. I screamed profanity into the pillow and he grabbed my hair with his other hand. Instinctively I curled forward, but his firm hand gripped hard and I was hostage to his touch. I screamed and clawed at his arm and came explosively. I collapsed on the bed and he slowly withdrew from me, kissing me and stoking my legs and my side and my hair as I came back. It took me several minutes to regain the ability to speak.

We went to shower together. I didn't feel anything from the preparatory water that morning so I decided to save it for another time. We washed each other under the hot stream of water, making jokes and giggling. We rinsed clean.

Back in my room we planned out separate weekends. I blowdried my hair while he checked his email. I lay down next to him in my super unsexy bathrobe and kissed him. We lazed around a little more, discussing current events and silly things on the internet. He tickled me mercilessly until I tried to rip off his ears. It's the only way to get him to stop. He smacked my ass, hard, and I screamed.

He slid my bathrobe up, exposing my bare ass. He smacked me again, a little lighter. I squealed, smiled, and moved my butt toward him a little. He smacked me again, and then again and again, sometimes lower near my thighs. That spot hurts like hell. He smacked closer to my pussy too, which I liked a lot. Smack. Smack. Fuck, I love his hands. He slid a finger into my pussy and another into my ass. He fucked me, alternating the two into my tender holes. I came within a minute, and collapsed again.

We got dressed, and went out to lunch. I walked him to his car and kissed him deeply on the street. I was so glad that he was there. And he seemed happy too. He had missed me, and it made me feel good. He kissed me one more time and then got into his car. I waved through the window, and the walked back to my apartment.

I beamed for the rest of the day. 

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