Gloomy Mornings

Part 1, she started:

It is morning. He is up, still naked. The bedroom is dark but he opens the window blinds. It's a gloomy grey day. Something in the street distracts him. Hands on his hips he stares out the window lost in thought.

She quietly approach him. She has showered but still not dressed. She sees his frame, tall and steady looking out the window. She tippy toe over to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she brings her body in contact with his back. Her hands reach around him and place them firmly on his chest. She leans her face into his back. Her cool cheek feeling the warmth of his skin...still musky from the night.

He removes his arms from his hips and places them over hers, holding her hands tightly pressed against his chest. She continues to embrace the back of his shoulders, turning her head to kiss his skin. He takes her right hand and lifts it to his face. He kisses her hand, pressing his lips against her fresh cool skin.

She is aroused. She squirms a little while she continues to kiss his back. He feels her rubbing her breasts against his back. He too is aroused. He turns around to her, grabs her arse with both his hands and presses her body into his growing erection. She throws her hands around his neck. They kiss as they both tumble back into the bed and commence a session of morning sex. ❤

Part 2, he finishes:

They lay there embraced in each other's arms. Fingertips caressing each other's skin. The kissing becomes more passionate, tongues duel, emotions soar, desire reaches a crescendo.

He pushes her hip, separating their bodies, causing her to lay on her back, exposing her body to him. She wants to continue kissing and tries to return to the embrace but he won't let her. He holds her down with one hand as his other hand grabs her wrists and holds them back over her head. She is his play thing now. She submits.

His free hand starts caressing her body. Running his fingers over her breast, teasing the nipples, squeezing her breasts firmly the way she adores it. As his fingers play with one nipple, he leans over to take the other one in his mouth. Tongue flicking, gentle sucking, she moans.

His hand begins to move down her body, her legs part willingly. His fingers are rewarded with her moisture. Two fingers penetrate her. Playing. Twisting. Stimulating. Her pelvis automatically pushes against his hand allowing deeper access. Craving arousal.

His desire to taste her overwhelms him. He has to pleasure her, to savour her taste and aroma. To give her the ultimate pleasure.

He moves his body; she knows what he is going to do and her legs spread wider in anticipation.

His tongue glides over the silky lips taking his pleasure hearing her response, enjoying the movement of her pelvis as she gyrates her hips. Pure bliss.

He looks up to see her playing with her nipples, stimulating herself which arouses him. He loves watching her.

He sucks her sensitive clit into his mouth and his tongue begins its duty to arouse, stimulate, to take her to the plateau of passion.

Her moaning becomes louder, her breathing quickens. He can feel her close and his tongue moves faster, flicking, sucking, wanting her orgasm, desiring her orgasm, needing her orgasm.

Her breath stops and her muscles begin to contract. Precious liquid squirts from her, over his face, in his mouth as his tongue continues playing. He doesn't want her to stop, he wants her to stay in this ecstasy of lust.

He moves up and kisses her, her liquid being shared between them. The passion is still building ... he needs release ... and she knows exactly how to do it!