Bright morning sun is shining on my face, and I curse because I forgot to close the curtains last night, even though this is not my room or my bed, not even the clothes I’m wearing at the moment. I look at my friend sleeping on the couch. We are just friends (remember that!). Luckily, he’s asleep, so I can do my morning routine, without which I can’t start the day. No, I don’t “play” with myself, oh you kinky guys!
After putting my blonde curls in a ponytail, I turn on the fantastic Lenny Kravitz – Fly Away. I listen to music and move in bed, completely forgetting where I am. I uncover one leg and exercise it, then the other, and then do bridge, but my bed is too soft so I lose my balance and collapse on it. Then I get out of bed and move my hips further to the rhythm of the music.
***
I continue my pleasures until the moment I feel a piercing look in my back. It’s his gaze that has been studying me all this time. I take a pillow from my bed and just throw him with it, but then I lose my balance, I fall back into bed and start laughing. I take out my headphones to tell him, “It’s not fair! You tricked me! ” and realize how childish this sounds, so I start laughing again.
“But who said I’m fair?” he asks with a more serious look. I stop laughing and get up to go to the kitchen to bake an omelette. “Are you going to kitchen looking like this? I don’t mind that there is a woman in my apartment, dressed in a short top and boxer shorts, but it is unlikely that the other ladies in this apartment will be at peace whet their boyfriends see you like this.”
I look back at him, put my headphones back in my ears, turn on My Darkest Day – Porn Star Dancing, and demonstratively go to the kitchen. To let someone determine what I can or can’t do in the morning? This is my ritual, and no one will take it away from me. I live by my own rules!
Although this man is like the most delicious candy, which I would like to lick and surround with my lips, until every place of his body is tasted. I want to stand in front of him and put my nails through his back, because I know it won’t hurt him, he’ll just purr like a cat. I would like to drop a water on his shoulder and see it glide over his strong chest and then drop further onto his beautiful core muscles. At the end, when the drop would be below his waist, I would squat down and gently catch it with my tongue.
***
I don’t notice that I have stopped at the kitchen door while I let my fantasies run. I enter the kitchen and make the water boil with an obscene smile. Papa Roach is playing – Hollywood Whore, and I continue rhythmic movements with my hips. I start cooking my favorite breakfast omelet. The music dominates my body and makes my hips and chest move in waves. I turn to go to the stove, but I get scared, because he is already there, smiling, teasingly, looking me straight in the eyes. I just want to slip my fingers into his dark hair and gently pull them.
“Damn it! You know I don’t like when you do that. It’s not funny,” I say, crossing my arms angrily, although I’m lying a little. He bends over and puts his strong hands on the table behind me to drive me into the trap. “I know one more thing about you, baby. You are very ticklish, and when I tickle you, you just can’t stop laughing and bending, and you always think that you are able to control my hands,” he shakes his hands quickly to scare me. Suddenly he presses his leg between my legs, spreading them wider: “This is a good song I hear in your headphones. Can I listen?” He may not even ask! He could take whatever he desires – at this point I don’t even know if I mean headphones or anything else!?
I try to push him away with my hands and touch his body. My hands are literally melting like wax in flames, but I try to resist. He raises me with his hands and sits on the table. A quiet scream comes out of my mouth. He puts his nose to mine and slowly licks my upper lip with his tongue. I back off. He leans even closer and further until our lips are only a millimeter apart, and our bodies are touching. With one hand, he removes hair band from my hair, gently strokes my neck and kisses it. He draws a line with his tongue vertically over my neck, gently biting my earlobe.
“Get ready, baby! You will feel something unique… only I can give it to you,” and he begins to tickle me. I laugh and try to bite him, but it just seems to amuse him even more. I feel his hands relax and I push him aside. I manage to run to his room as if to escape, but as a result I am trapped again. Yes, my subconscious is playing with me. I know that the real game will begin now!
***
I feel my rapid heartbeat as I press against the closet. I take a deep breath because of a lack of air. He runs into the room, just as fast he runs over the bed to get to me. He smiles like a beast and flames are burning in his eyes.
Supporting his hands on both sides of me, he presses close to me saying, “I was being serious!”
After a moment, he lowers his right hand. He looks me in the eye and smiles like a winner. His fingertips are touching my knee, sliding slowly over my thigh until they stop at the edge of my panties. The tension is so great that I can’t keep biting my lower lip. At that moment, his finger slips into the most pulsating and delicate place. He grunts in satisfaction and adds another finger. With the same hand, he lifts me up, leaving his fingers in me. I want to arch my back, but I can’t because of the closet behind me, which makes me angry, and I growl at him, hugging him with my feet. After a moment of pleasure, he drops me back to ground. My legs are trembling. He removes his fingers and pinches them over my body and then puts them on his lips.
With a smile on his face, he touches his fingers with the tip of his tongue and puts it in his mouth, feeling the sweetness of my lust. I press my hips against him. He grabs my ass with his big palms, lifting me up, laying me on the bed and lying on me with his trained body, pressing me tightly with all his weight. He kisses my neck insanely, he tears off my top and continues to cover my body with kisses – shoulders, swollen breasts, restless hips, thighs… I am left without panties and his tongue starts playing around my clit. I put my feet on his shoulders and with one hand I grab his hair and put the other one in his free hand. Our fingers tangle and it hurts, but the pain borders with intense pleasure. The lust is so strong that the pleasure mixes with pain.
***
With his tongue slipping as deep as possible into me, he grabs my pussy lips with his lips pulling out his tongue at that exact moment. My body bends and screams from the pleasure. Sitting up, I grab him by the chin with my hand and pull myself closer to kiss him. I kiss him pushing him to the floor. As I bite and kiss his chest, I grab his belt, which is literally bursting open. His dick strives for my lips in complete happiness.
At first, I just grasp his treasure with my lips and let them down gently, moistening it all the way. Lifting my head up, I add a circular tongue motions. I look into his eyes to see his excitement increase with each passing moment and the light in his eyes turn into exploding fire. Repeating the steps, I massage his balls with my fingers. I groan, not being able to control myself, because when I see his burning flesh, my excitement is bubbling and I am getting wet as hell!
I keep working – I grasp the base of his penis with my hands and in a synchronous movement he is pleasured by my hand and tongue at the same time. I play with my tongue around his penis’s head. I gently pull his foreskin down and kiss it once more only stronger. At that moment, he arches like a cat that has received his treat. Taking me by the hand, he raises us both upright. He kisses and caresses me with disproportionate force. I can no longer control myself. The movements and caresses become stronger, sharper and rougher, but even more enjoyable.
Lifting me by the hips, he sits on the edge of the bed, and I sit on his lap, his feet on the side of the bed. We are not facing each other. With every move, I realize that we can’t go on any longer, even though I want to prolong this process. His thrusts are so strong that the ability to control myself disappears in thin air. He grabs my hips with his strong hands, squeezing them. With a rapid movement he gets up, I turn and he presses me against the wall. With the last thrust, the highest mountain peak is conquered, which surpasses everything I have ever experienced. Completely connected with each other, we remain upright, panting and trembling. Then we fall into bed. I pull the sheet over us and we both fall asleep.
After sex, he sleeps like a child. I get up, take my clothes and leave. I won’t see him anymore, because I don’t want to lose these original feelings. It just would be different next time…