Wednesday, May 4, 2011
In the Morning
I want to hear you mutter that I'm insatiable...wasn't last night enough? How can I be ready to go again? But I am. And you can't fool me. Protest all you like, you love that I want you again...love to feel my fully erect cock nestled between the cheeks of your ass.
I want to move on top of you, discarding your nightgown, moving in between your legs. You tell me you're not ready, but I know better, and I push into you slowly and steadily. When I bottom out, balls deep inside you, you finally seem convinced. My mouth covers yours, and my tongue pushes into your mouth...invading...possessive. My hips start moving...thrusting...and I feel your pussy gush around me.
I want to hear the delicious sounds. Your moans into my mouth. The squishing, slurping sounds your pussy makes as I pound you hard. The sounds of my growls. The warning that I'm going to release...going to shoot another load into you. And I do, urgently, as you wrap your legs around me and climax with a cry.
I want to stay inside you, on top of you, as I slowly come down. Most of all I want to hear you say the words that put an evil smile on my face. "You're so damn bad", said with that delightful mixture of accusation and awe.
You're goddamn right I am.