On Easter morning, I woke up, his penis against my ass. [F28/M48] [Older Husband] [Morning Sex] [Possessive Wife]
The first thing I felt on Easter morning when I woke up was his hard, throbbing penis against my ass, already stiff as steel, pulsing with need. I lay there for a second, my mind still foggy with sleep, but my body reacting instantly. My vagina clenched, a warm ache spreading between my thighs.
A thought flashed through my head like a spark. Everybody that read my words, getting off on the stories I wrote, and here I was, in bed with a man whose penis was literally begging for me.
I rolled over slowly, his dark hair was messy from sleep, his sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and those eyes, deep, hungry, already locked onto mine like he’d been waiting for me to wake up. His chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths, but his penis? Oh, it was anything but controlled. Thick with the head already glistening with pre-cum, it twitched demanding attention.
My attention…
My lips curled into a sensual smile. My fingers trail down his chest, over his abs, until I wrapped them around the base of his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking up instinctively, his penis pulsing in my grip.
“Someone’s eager.”
“Yes Miss Swagger”
His hand sliding up my thigh, his fingers brushing dangerously close to where I was already wet.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, I was this close to just rolling you over and fucking you awake.”
I bit my lip, squeezing his penis just a little tighter, feeling it jump in my hand.
“Mmm, and what’s stopping you now?” His eyes darkened, his grip on my thigh tightening.
“Nothing.”
And just like that, he flipped me onto my back, his body covering mine in one fluid motion. His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips with a hunger that made me moan into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as his penis pressed against my stomach, hot and heavy.
He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips,
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” His hand slid up to cup my firm breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple until it was fully erected under his touch.
I was breathless, my nails digging into his shoulders. His fingers dipping lower, two of them pressing inside me without warning. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he curled them. And then his mouth was on mine again, his fingers working me open, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming. I could feel how wet I was, how ready, my body already trembling with need.
His penis was still pressed against my thigh, throbbing, and I reached down, wrapping my hand around it again, stroking him in time with his fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against mine.
“You feel so good. So wet for me.”
“Then stop teasing me,” I panted, my free hand gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
“And make love to me.”
The first thrust was everything, a deep, stretching burn that made me cry out, my nails raking down his back. He groaned, his penis buried to the hilt inside me, his hips pressing flush against mine.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, pulling him even deeper. He pulled back slowly, his penis dragging against my walls, making me whimper, before slamming back in with a force that stole my breath. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust.
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he set a punishing rhythm, deep, hard, relentless.
I moaned out of control, my head falling back against the pillows.
He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue mimicking the motion of his penis as it pistoned in and out of me. I could taste myself on his lips, could feel the way his body trembled with the effort of holding back.
“You feel so good,” he groaned against my mouth. “So fucking perfect.”
I broke the kiss, my hands sliding down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
“Harder,” I moaned.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and the wet, obscene noises of his penis sliding in and out of my vagina.
I moaned, my back arching as my orgasm crashed over me. My vagina clenched around his penis, as pleasure ripped through me, my moans turning into a broken, breathless scream.
His penis pounding into me as my orgasm tore through me, my body shaking beneath him.
With a final, deep thrust…
His penis pulsing…
He came, his cum flooding…
Hot, thick spurts…
He groaned, his body shuddering above me..
His cock twitching as he emptied himself inside me.
“That was…”
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Ashley
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