"Erotic Morning" read by Ariel Anderssen
"Good morning beautiful," is what I wake up to every morning. Then he pulls me close, kissing me
deeply. It's our routine, our time, our thing. And it never gets old. It's like the first time he took me, the first time we kissed, the first time I realized I was in love with him.
That feeling has never changed and never will. Every day, it grows stronger, deeper. He has that all- knowing look. The look that says I can see into your heart, your soul. That's where he lives now, deep inside, in a place no one has ever been able to reach, let alonefill. But he did both and now it's his place and his alone.
That one phrase does things to me; tightening places in my body, stirring me awake, stirring me alive. With those threes words, he brings that spark alive, that need to be one with this man. To feel him work his way inside my body as he works his way inside my heart.
Laying next to each other, naked and wanting. It's like this every time we see each other. His scent, his voice, his mannerisms all draw me to him. I have run many times, but never too far away and never for very long. I can't quit him anymore, I know that now. I'm a part of him, just as much as he is a part of me. This morning was no different.
"Good morning beautiful." I heard his voice through the hazy fog of sleep. Those three words my alarm clock, my cup of coffee, the start of my day. I open my eyes, slowly letting in the light as the dreams I had in the night fade away. Opening my eyes to the very man I had been dreaming about. A smile on my face as I caress his sweet face. Smiling because I see that glint in his eye, that shine of naughty thoughts, of things to come. That knowing fire he has inside for me.
Tracing my fingers over his chest, loving the feel of his hair and skin under my soft finger tips. I never get used to the feel of him. It's new to me every time. Looking upon him like he is art work and realizing he is my art work. I don't care what the world sees, I know what I see and it's him, the deep down real true him. Yes, he's rough; yes, he can be a pain in the ass, but he's my pain in the ass.
Wrapping my legs around his, he pulls me closer, kissing me deeply, our tongues at war, our teeth hitting as we kiss. It's like we are trying to crawl down each other's throat. We can't get enough of each other. It's like a treasure hunt and we are the treasure.
"Good morning sexy," I whisper back, my voice low, still heavy with sleep as I stretch and moan softly. With just that little sound I can see him come alive. "What?" I ask. "You baby, that's what. I don't know who you were dreaming of but, with the sounds you were making, it damn well better have been me, lover," he smiles, pushing my mess of curls out of my face.
"Who else would I dream about, baby?" I ask as I bite my lip. Holding me close, he rolls over on his back, looking up at me his eyes full of mischief. I sit up, straddling his hips, my hands braced on his chest. He looks so innocent, his hair sleep tousled, his eyes shiny with new day delight and the knowledge of what I am about to do to him. Leaning down I kiss him deeply, passionately, my fingers playing over his chest.
Cupping my ass, he pulls me against him hard, a soft moan escaping my lips. A sly smile of satisfaction appears on his wicked face. How he loves to tease me, make me cry out. Raising back up, I lift my hips enough to reach down and pull his hardening cock up and in between my legs so it is resting on my now wet sex. I smile as he lets out a small whimper at the feel of my wetness and heat against his shaft as it continues to grow.
Sometimes he takes charge and sometimes I take charge. He loves when I ride on top. I love looking down into is eyes, watching the pleasure play out across his face. It tightens my most secret place, causing me to squeeze him tight when he's inside me.
He loves to roam my body with his hands as I rock on top. Our eyes always locked, not ever closing them even when we kiss, because we don't want to miss a thing; looking upon one another like we are the most amazing treasures in the world. We didn't get to this place easily, we had our moments of stupidity on both our sides. Now we find ourselves here.
Rubbing the tip up and down the seam of my soaked pussy, I watch his pupils dilate. His mouth open as he gulps in air, his breath coming out in little pants. I love seeing him come undone, knowing I'm his undoing; but never forgetting he is also my undoing. Raising up, placing him at my entrance, I push in just the head and I arch my back and take him balls deep in one hard thrust. "Ohh... fuck baby, don't move. Please stay still for a minute, let meget myshit together. Oh god damn, when you do that you know it almost makes me blow my load, you evil little bitch."
Giggling, I sit still, happy in knowing the way I make him feel; the intense pleasure he and I get from one another. His breathing finally evens out and he takes hold of my hips and pulls and pushes me on his steel hard cock. The feel of him inside me is almost too much. I gasp and moan with each pump of his hips, my fingers digging into his chest. "That's it baby, mark me, let them see who owns me."
He wears my love badges like metals. He isn't shy about telling his friends how he gets them. He makes me blush, never going into details because that's ours alone to know. He only says, 'She's my wild rose and roses have thorns'. On top of him, looking down watching what I do to him, makes me crazy for more.
Rocking harder, faster, taking him as deep as he can get, I scream out his name. The unyielding pleasure pushes me harder to take more. Leaning down, pressing my body to his, my tits rub over his chest. His fingers dig into my hips and ass as he relentlessly pumps up into me as I slam down onto him over and over.
It feels like we make love forever like this neither one of us letting go, holding back our release until it is almost painful because we don't want it to end. But then he does the one thing that always pushes me over they edge: he starts whispering in my ear and it is my undoing.
"Cum baby, cum for me , cum with me. You need to. I can feel you baby, feel your heart beat around my cock, feel your love squeezing me tight. Cum with me baby, like we always do. Cum.... cum now." And I do I cum so hard it makes me dizzy, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I come undone on top of him. I can feel my nails digging in but I can't stop them. My eyes lock shut to the feel of him and only him as he shudders and unleashes inside me, feeling his hot seed soaking me, coating me, marking me as he screams out his release along with me. "Fuckkk... fucckk, baby. Oh god fuck. Yes, cumming so hard lover, mmm that little cunt of yours heaven."
Each spurt fills me, pushing me as I ride out my orgasm, until I collapse against his body. His arms around me, he keeps pumping, making sure I get every drop. I shake, shudder and tremble on top of him. He pushes my messy hair to the side and buries his face against my neck, kissing my pounding pulse. I smile against his cheek, his stubble rough and ticklish.
Rolling over onto his side, he keeps himself locked inside me, our legs entwined as the alarm clock plays some forgotten song from the 70s. We just smile, knowing tomorrow we will do it all again. And it starts with one phrase from his sexy lips. "Good morning beautiful."
