Sex am Morgen ist so geil
Title: “A Morning Thrill: A Mature Couple’s steamy session”
The sun was just starting to peek through the blinds when I awoke to the gentle nuzzling of my husband’s stubble against my neck. His warm breath tickled my skin as he traced soft kisses along my shoulder, his hands slowly exploring the curves of my body under the thin sheet. I stretched languidly, relishing the electric tingle of his touch. Our usual lazy Sunday morning routine was about to take a very pleasurable detour.
His fingertips danced along my midriff, teasing the sensitive flesh until they reached the apex of my thighs. He groaned softly as he discovered the dampness betraying my growing arousal. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s eager this morning,” he whispered huskily in my ear. His voice sent shivers down my spine and Desire started to unfurl in my core like a blossoming flower.
I turned to face him, pressing my naked body against his, feeling the strength of his hardened muscles and the rigid length of his manhood against my soft belly. Our lips met in a passionate, deep kiss as our hands roamed, caressing and squeezing. His tongue invaded my mouth, twining with mine, stoking the flames of my desire ever higher.
Breaking the kiss, he nudged me onto my back and settled his broad shoulders between my parted thighs. His eyes glittered with lust as he gazed up at me, a mischievous grin playing about his mouth. I felt a thrill race through me, knowing what was coming next.
“Ohgod Greg…” I moaned, my head dropping back on the pillow as his lips made contact with my sex. His tongue delved into my folds, lapping at my essence, teasing around my throbbing clit. The sensations were pure bliss, his mouth working magic on my most intimate place.
His hands gripped my ass, tilting my hips to give him better access. He feasted on me like a starving man at a banquet, all slick heat and relentless suction. Sucking my sensitive nub between his lips, he lashed it with the tip of his tongue, circling and tapping in time with my escalating moans.
My hands fisted in his hair, holding him to me, desperate for more. He complied, two thick fingers sinking knuckle-deep inside my soaked, clenching passage. Crooking them just so, he massaged the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. My hips jerked up, meeting each devastating thrust.
“Gonna…come!” I gasped out. I was so close, every muscle pulled taut, humming with vampire tight tension. His tongue was a whirlwind on my clit, flipping me onto that razor’s edge. With a keening cry, I came undone, my sex spasming and clenching rhythmically around his pistoning fingers. Waves of ecstasy rolled over me as he worked me through my climax, wringing every last bit of pleasure from my too-sensitive body.
Before I could even catch my breath, I felt myself being lifted and turned onto my hands and knees. Greg’s hands grasped my hips, fingers digging into the flesh as the thick bulbous head of his cock notched against my slick, swollen entrance. “So fucking hot, so fucking wet,” he growled. I could only whimper in consent, still shaking from the aftershocks of my release. Then he was bearing down, splitting me open, spearing me fully on his rigid shaft in one powerful stroke.
“Oh FUCK yes!” I screamed, head thrown back, hair tumbling down my spine, as he bottomed out inside me. Thick, pulsing, filling me so perfectly. He set a hard, driving rhythm, shoulders flexing as he pistoned in and out of my clasping heat, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely around the room. It felt so good, so wickedly right, to be taken this way, rhetorical by my husband’s unrelenting machinations. The room swayed around me, my tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into me, chasing his own climax.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice gravelly with lust. I reached down, my fingers finding my aching clit, rubbing tight circles. The double stimuli made me see stars, and I knew I wouldn’t last long before hurtling over that invisible edge once more. He sensed I was close too, his cock swelling inside my overstretched channel, his strokes growing erratic. With a roar, he came, his hot cream painted bare sex spattering my inner walls as his cock jerked and pulsed.
I came again in the aftershocks of his release, oversensitive and trembling with the force of it. My cunt rippled rhythmically, milking out every last drop. Finally, completely spent, he pulled out with a wet sound, flopping onto the bed next to me. I collapsed to the sheets, my ass still upturned, twat a mess of juices and spunk. We laid there side by side, chests heaving, coming down from our sensual high.
“That was incredible,” I sighed dazedly, rolling over to nuzzle into the crook of his neck in sheer contentment. “Mmm, you’re positively gifted with that wicked tongue of yours.” He chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. “Oh trust me baby, the pleasure was all mine.” His strong arms wrapped around me, crushing me to him, his heart beating a strong, rapid tattoo against my cheek. I closed my eyes, savoring the closeness, our bodies still thrumming from the fantastic workout we’d just given each other.
Not a bad way to start the day, I mused before allowing the blissful fog of post-coital euphoria to pull me under once more. As my eyes fluttered shut, I just grinned to myself. If this was a sneak peek of the sexy shenanigans to come on this lazy Sunday, then it was safe to say we were both in for one hell of a euphoric Sunday morning
