For a few blurred, barely conscious moments, I forget where I am and remember a woman’s thick lips locked between my legs. As I blink past the sleep haze, I feel Jake’s warm body next to mine, and he shifts slightly. I don’t usually wake up horny, but the image of the woman in my dream is fresh and ripe in my mind, and wetness stirs between my legs, as if she was still there, still softly circling my clit with her tongue.
I wonder if Jake would be grumpy if I woke him up for sex, and then realize the thought is ridiculous. Jake is always ready for sex, even half conscious, tired, hung-over, sick, whatever. He’s facing away from me, and I roll over him, searching for his penis as I gently kiss his lips.
As soon as my hand finds him, his body awakens before he does, and he grumbles and grabs for my head, thrusting it downward roughly, eyes still closed. Half hard, I take all of him in, and he groans in approval as I bring his cock to life.
“That’s my good little mouth,” he says as he yanks my head back by a handful of hair, and I nod in an eager reply, eyes locked on his as he plunges through my throat.
I love the way his instincts take over, how he moves with such force though barely awake. Wet and ready for attention, I wiggle my butt up in the air, hinting for his gentle touch between my legs. Instead, he brings his palm down hard on one cheek and then the other, and with each spank my muscles twitch and then relax, and I can feel my now full lips throbbing in time with my frantic heartbeat.
After my messy and attentive deep throating, Jake rewards me by throwing me onto my back, peeling my legs open with a dirty smile and then covering me with his mouth, teasing. He knows that I want him inside, but he only licks and caresses until I can’t take it anymore.
“Finger me now,” I whimper, thrusting my hips up and down anxiously, “please.”
By the time he reaches in with two fingers, I feel like I am going to explode and even his first light touch almost sends me over the edge. I flush as he moves his fingers faster inside me, and then slaps my pussy with his free hand.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream, my juices running down his fingers and onto the sheets beneath.
He takes a moment to lick them, as if I’m fruit to be devoured and savored, relished. I taste myself on his lips as he kisses me and then pulls me to the edge of the bed, where he stands up, hand on his hardness.
“Do you want to get fucked now?” he asks as he rubs himself over my clit.
My legs tremble as his cock fills me, and I can feel my g-spot growing each time he thrusts. My vision blurs, and I feel as if I’m in a kaleidoscope of pleasure, lost in orgasms that seem to grow and multiply uncontrollably, leaving me shaking and breathless. He puts one strong hand around my neck while he thrusts, and holds it just tight enough to make me gasp and then releases, and just when I feel like I am going to faint with ecstasy he turns me over, fucking me hard from behind as he spanks me again.
For awhile I hold myself up with one hand and caress my clit with the other, but eventually my body fatigues and I collapse beneath him, my arms almost unable to function. He flips me again, pulling me up on top of him as he stands, gripping my legs, and I use all of the energy I have left to bounce up and down on top of him.
Time seems to slow and speed up at random, and thoughts give way to only the physical: his fingers on my ass, my hand around his neck, his teeth on my ear, and oh his cock, his cock, his hard fucking cock inside me. I’m not sure if I fall or if he throws me, but soon I’m back on the bed, and he’s holding my legs up crossed in the air, and he slaps my right breast with his free hand.
“Fuck!” I yell, unable to say anything beyond those four simple letters.
He hits my other breast, harder, and my fingers grip into his legs, nails digging into his sweaty skin.
I scream again, making a scene of it, not holding anything back. My pussy tightens and pushes him out, and I rub my hand over myself as I gush all over both of us. He hits his cock against my cunt as I come and come, which makes my fluids to spray in every direction, and I giggle a little as I feel my own warm wetness sprinkle my face.
Drenched in my juices, he fucks me again, and it’s wet and messy and slippery as hell. I moan as he grasps the flesh on my hips, thrusting wildly. He pulls one of my legs up and gets me at just the right angle, and another orgasm floods over me as he grumbles, “where do you want it baby?”
“On my ass,” I demand, and he let’s go, warm cum spewing on my butt and thighs, mixing with mine and trickling between my legs.
“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp.
“I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had,” he says.
“You said that yesterday,” I say, as I laugh and moan in giddy post orgasmic bliss.