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It’s a beautiful morning. Gentle light falls through the window of my and Nick’s bedroom, highlighting the pale colour scheme of the decor, as well as the pages of the book I’m reading. Birds are tweeting joyously outside, still audible over the rhythmic sound of running water as Nick’s erotic shower display plays out just feet away from me.
I concentrate on the words, the lines, the stanzas of the beautiful poetry, eager to take it in, since I’ve got to write an essay on the book for my university course in the next few days. It’s not easy, not with Nick completely naked and soaking wet in my vicinity. In my mind’s eye, of course, I already know what he looks like, and have had the amazing good fortune to study and explore every inch of his delectable body many, many times over with my eyes, hands, lips and tongue. I suppress a groan, blink hard, and force myself to focus on the words once more. This is important.
But it’s no good. Yeah, maybe I’ve got no willpower, but so what? A little bit of lusting never killed anybody. I can always catch up with my reading later.
I glance over my shoulder at him—God, he’s so gorgeous—then look forward again. After a moment, I roll over slowly, casually, as though just innocently changing my reading position from where I’d been on my front. I’m treated to an absolutely glorious view. As usual, Nick hasn’t bothered to close the curtains separating the shower from the rest of the room, and he’s on full display. He’s facing away from me, rubbing his hands over his slick skin as water cascades onto him, runs down his body and pours off again. I bite my lip as I take in the sight and admire it. The plastering of his dark hair to his head, the glisten of his tanned skin, so much darker than my own pale porcelain tone, the swell of his perfectly pert arse. The glimpse between his luscious thighs to his dick. Oh, how I want to grab that muscular backside and squeeze it. Preferably while his cock’s inside me, and we’re going at it like there’s no tomorrow.
He turns then, and I’m so absorbed in my perving that I don’t get a chance to look away. I’m caught, red-handed as it were, overtly ogling my man while he cleans up. From the look on his face, I don’t think he minds. Our eyes meet, and a silent exchange passes between us. We don’t speak; we don’t need to. It’s on, and we both know it. The arousal that had been building within me ramps up several notches and a trickle of juice seeps into the gusset of my sexy, pale-pink thong as a rush of heat washes over my skin.
Nick seems to know somehow and sends a deliciously dirty smirk my way, which only serves to make me more turned on. It’s then I spot the swelling rise of his cock—impressively sized even when flaccid—and I find myself smirking right back at him.
He shuts off the water, then grabs one of our huge, fluffy white towels and dries himself at what seems like a glacial pace. Is he doing it on purpose to tease me, torment me? Probably. I abandon my book—book? What book?—and enjoy the show, drinking in his damp, ruffled hair, handsome face, broad shoulders, and pecs with their light smattering of hair, then follow the treasure trail of hair to his still-growing shaft.
I tear my gaze away and shift it back to his face. The come-to-bed look in his eyes makes a complete mockery of the fact I’m already in bed. Or on top of it, anyway.
I melt, sink my teeth into my bottom lip and squeeze my thighs together. I never have been able to resist his charms. And why would I?
His cock, fully erect now, sways and bobs as he drops the towel, steps from the shower and heads over to the bed. My pussy flutters in response, and I tense my internal muscles in anticipation of what is to come.
I resist the temptation to squirm as Nick sweeps his gaze up and down my semi-clad form, lingering on the wisps of pale pink material embroidered with cute cherries barely covering my breasts and pubic area. I happen to know this is one of his favourite underwear sets, and I’m not ashamed to say it gets worn more than most of my collection as a result. His dark eyes bore holes in me, and even if his dick wasn’t right there, signalling his arousal as clearly as it was possible to be, it’d have been obvious—he wants me just as much as I want him.
Before I have the chance to contemplate his next move, he makes it. Nick grabs one of my feet in his big, strong hand. Licks my toes, the arch. Slow, salacious movements. Like I’m an ice cream or something. Oh, Goooooooddd. Zings of electricity spark through my entire body, then surge more powerfully like the voltage got turned up as he pulls my big toe into his hot, wet mouth while grabbing the other foot in his free hand. My chest heaves, and I can’t stop the gasps and moans that tumble from my lips as Nick titillates my toes, making eye contact with me the entire time. My hands, almost of their own accord, shift to cup and squeeze my boobs, the nipples stiff and pushing against my palms.
Heat builds, not just in the obvious areas, but everywhere, as he clambers onto the bed and continues to lick, nibble and suck at my feet and toes. Worship them, even. Between my legs, I’m already molten and aching for him, and he hasn’t so much as kissed me yet. Damn, what this man does to me.
He releases my feet and makes his way up my body, caressing my ankles and my legs, dropping kisses onto my heated skin, quickly making me forget the chill of his cooling saliva on my feet and toes and the absence of his touch there. For a moment, I think he’s going to go down on me, but he continues heading north and captures my mouth in a long, wet, hot kiss. His hands are in my hair, his warm breath on my face, his tongue deep in my mouth. He’s kissing me like it’s both the first and last time, and the occasional brush of his dick against my inner thigh is the most incredible tease. Damn, I want him inside me. I feel like if I don’t have him now, I’m going to explode.
As though he senses my growing desperation, Nick breaks our kiss and moves down my body, sensually caressing and kissing, before settling between my thighs, where he pushes my tiny knickers to one side and admires the sight that is revealed to him. My smooth, hairless, slick pussy. So eager for him. With the guttural groan of a starving man presented with an all-you-can-eat buffet, he dives in.
He cups my thighs, holding me in place, and the stubble of his goatee scrapes against my delicate skin as he begins tonguing me. I brush my hand over his head, encouraging him, and throw my head back with a moan as bliss overwhelms me.
The sensation of his mouth on me is incredible. He loves eating me out, a fact underlined by his skill, enthusiasm and attention to detail when he engages in the act. I alternate watching him pleasure me by closing my eyes and caressing my breasts, then let out a gasp as he slips a thick finger inside me. He pumps it in and out, slow and gentle, stimulating the nerve endings in my pussy and revving me up further still. He’s relentless, tonguing and fingering me again and again until I’m almost out of my mind with need.
Then he pulls away, only to slip my knickers off, toss them next to us on the bed and devour my pussy once more. But the action is all too brief, and he soon backs off, only to move up and kiss me again. Now, not only do I have his beautiful mouth on mine, but I can taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, and it’s hot. Really fucking hot. My arousal, coaxed forth by him, painted onto him, then shared so thoroughly and generously with me. We deepen the kiss, his cock now almost painfully hard against my thigh, and I know what’s next. God, I’m so ready. I feel like the starving woman at the buffet, and the only thing that can satiate me is him.
I grab the bottle of lube from beneath the pillow and apply it liberally to me and him. I’m wet and turned on beyond belief, but Nick is big, and I want us both to enjoy this ride from the get-go. Admittedly, I also enjoy the act of lubing us up—the slick, hot swell of my labia beneath my fingers and the thick, solid heat of his shaft. The moan he lets out as I stroke him. So good.
Then I take him, shoving the lube bottle out of the way as he eases in, stretching my core and sending more sparks of electricity surging through me. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I moan as he begins thrusting, then reach down and add more fuel to my internal fire by rubbing at my clit as he fucks me. Unsurprisingly, it burns hotter still, well on its way to an inferno.
Nick shifts his hips, grinds, and rolls against me, stimulating what feels like every nerve ending inside me before taking my mouth in another scorching, possessive kiss. Every now and again, he alters something—the pace, the angle, the position of his legs, or mine. Extending and morphing the pleasure, drawing out the delicious experience of our lovemaking. I’m dizzy with lust.
After a while, he hauls me effortlessly into his lap, entirely changing the sensation and giving me control. It takes me a moment to catch up, but then I lean back on my hands, plant my feet and begin rutting against him, riding his cock and loving every second. But it’s not enough. Nick drags me closer, sweeps one of the cups of my bra down and sucks at my nipple. I adore the sensation of skin against skin as our abdomens meld together, moan again as he licks at my distended bud. He releases my breast, slips his hand up to cradle my head and possesses my mouth once more. The whole time I continue to rock and bounce on his shaft, whipping us both into a frenzy and taking us closer to the edge.
Nick breaks away from the kiss. I drag in a much-needed breath as I shift my weight onto my palms, planted on the mattress behind me. Throw my head back. Bounce and roll and grind. Pant and groan. God, it’s good. So good. I can’t get enough. I clamber into Nick’s lap once more, ride him, take him deep and kiss him. But my thighs ache. I want more. I want…
I slip off and encourage Nick onto his back. He’s not even fully in position before I have his delicious big cock in my hand, my fingers unable to touch my thumb around its girth. The sensation of heat and hardness beneath my fingers and palm is heady as I begin to lick and suck at the swollen head, tasting my own essence mixed with his as I do so. So delicious. I tease and titillate, drawing gasps and groans from his lips as I use my mouth on his tip, my hand on his length, working both together in the hopes of driving him crazy. I peer up at his sexy body as I suck him off, fully appreciating the sight of his masculine form splayed flat on his back and completely at my mercy. For now, anyway.
The thought makes my pussy leak more juice. I want him back inside me, so I straddle him, grip his thick dick, feed it into my eager cunt and start riding him again. He lies supine, his eyes dark, almost dangerous, and full of lust as he rakes his gaze over my body.
Wanting to treat him to even more of a feast for the eyes, I unhook my bra, then throw it playfully away with a coy smile. My bare breasts are now fully on display, bouncing wildly, my nipples fully erect and throbbing with desire. Our hands are everywhere as I pick up the pace. I enjoy the heat and hardness of his pecs, his shoulders beneath my fingers. He grips my thighs, my arse, guiding me, encouraging me as I undulate on his dick. On and on I go, becoming lost in a vortex of pleasure and lust until I sink down for another heated kiss. His arms come around me, clasping me to him, telling me without so much as a word how much he’s loving this.
Our lips clash; our tongues duel. Breath and pants mingle as we give and take from each other, adding more and more fuel to that erotic fire.
I keep going, alternating sitting up and giving Nick an eyeful of me and where our bodies are so erotically joined with dropping back down for sexy, delicious kisses. Our fucking grows faster, more frantic. Nick reaches up and grips my tits, squeezes them, cups them together as I bounce up and down on his dick. My orgasm’s getting closer. I reach down between my legs and stroke my swollen clit, bringing myself closer still.
The rhythmic dance goes on and on, driving us nearer and nearer to perfect ecstasy. Thrust, bounce, rock, grind, stroke, squeeze, kiss, lick, caress. Groan, gasp, slurp, expletive. There comes a stage where I hardly know where I end and Nick begins, so completely are we joined in body and soul, so completely on the same wavelength of pleasure. Chasing that inevitable and addictive high.
My muscles quiver, my energy level waning. I get onto all fours and wave my backside tantalisingly in his direction, but the man never misses a beat—he’s already there. His mouth is on me, a long, hungry, hearty lick from clit to arse before he takes his shaft in his hand and feeds it back into me. I take it easily, greedily, and grind back onto him as he leans over and kisses me while he alternates between short, shallow thrusts and long, deep, languorous ones that threaten to turn me inside out. His hands on me are divine, sweeping over my skin, grabbing at me like he can’t get enough. His need for me is almost overwhelming, and I’m jelly-like beneath him, happily taking everything he has to give—quite the contrast to when I was on top.
But that’s the beauty of us. Everything’s fluid and we’re all about the pleasure. It doesn’t matter who’s doing what as long as we’re both into it.
I cry out as he drives me into the mattress, my pussy on fire and my nipples not far behind. In fact, I’m aware of every inch of my body. The sensation is electric like I’m hovering somewhere over oblivion, and I feel like the slightest thing could send me crashing down into it.
I’m not wrong; seconds later my orgasm hits. It’s heavenly, a powerful release that carries me away on tides of overwhelming, bone-melting ecstasy. I pant, moan, call out as my core flutters and twitches around Nick’s shaft, still rock-hard and relentlessly pumping in and out of me. My climax seems to flip a switch in him and he picks up the pace, fucking me faster and harder, losing control of himself. As I’m basking in both afterglow and ongoing pleasure, he’s reaching his peak, grunting and groaning, his cock swelling until he pulls out and, a millisecond later, hot, wet cum splatters across my pussy lips. It’s glorious and gratifying, and I moan right along with him as he rides out the waves of his own well-deserved pleasure.
He leans in for a kiss as he recovers. The vibe is different now, a winding down rather than a building up, but is no less sexy. I shift onto my side and he scoots in behind me, dropping kisses on the side of my face, my neck, my shoulder as he strokes and caresses my arm, my hip, my stomach, my bum. Cups my breast as his breathing begins to stabilise. Toys idly with my nipple. I smile as we settle into an intimate, comfortable spoon position, enjoying the mellow sensations my orgasm left behind.
I’m happy; almost deliriously so. Fuck, what a way to start the day. Is there anything better, more glorious, than morning sex? I don’t think so. Well, except maybe for lunchtime quickies, afternoon delights, and all-night-longers. Damn, I love sex with Nick. My good mood dissipates somewhat as something occurs to me. There won’t be time for lunchtime quickies or afternoon delights today since he has to leave for work soon. I’ll have to wait until tonight.
And then I remember. It’s Saturday.
My smile returns, wider than ever, and I give a little wiggle of delight, of excitement at the possibilities.
Oh. It seems I’m not the only one who’s hungry for more. The inferno might have burnt through us both, but it seems to have left embers behind, as well as the right conditions to get them all fired up. Nick’s cock is already stiffening again, pressing needily against my buttocks. I reach behind me, and take it in my hand, gratified when it twitches powerfully beneath my fingers and swells further. Someone will soon be ready to go again. I glance at the poetry book cast aside. The essay will have to wait.
Aren’t I just the luckiest girl in the world?
The End
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THE BIG KISS