A Good Morning

We both shift after being awaken by rolling thunder. Howling wind beats against the windows, overshadows the crashing ocean waves.

"Morning."

Your hand caresses through my dark hair. Your dry lips graze my forehead. Your hand runs down my spine. You pull me closer by the small dip on my back. My bare breasts press delicately against your chest. My sleepy eyes gaze up at your sheepish smile.

Our lips lock.

Your hand snakes up to cup my breast. Gently your thumb brushes across my nipple. Back and forth. Circling, then rolling the sensitive peak between your digits. Then you taste me and explore my erected nipple with your lapping tongue. You trace figure-eights before devouring and nibbling.

My breathy moan rings soft. All the while my hand seeks and finds you between our bodies. With slow, long stroke, I caress your length. You're aroused and hard. My thumb rolls across sticky drooling tip.

You knead me harder. Rougher.

I let go to bring one leg over and hook behind you. Your cock presses against my moist nether lips. My body tenses with anticipation. I consume your mushroom head. My nails hold onto your arm while your hand hikes my leg higher, parting me wider for your swollen head.

"Hmm."

Slowly, firmly, you slip in me. Inch by inch. My slippery tunnel draws you in; holds you tight. I feel your burning flesh inside me. Your pulsating vines extend and expand me. You fill me. You slide back. My sticky warmth coats and glistens your arousal.

With force, you push! Hard. Deep. Each slow back and forth is harder, deeper than the last. I push back. Engulfing you. Making you explore my inviting depth.

Lips to lips. Tasting and savoring each other. Our movements sync. We hold on tightly. Savoring the sensation. Ecstasy flows and overtakes us.

Whispers. Grunts. "Fff...fuck."

I have you all inside me. Again. And again. Your rigid shaft moves in and out. Our passion builds with each deliberate stroke. The fullness. The connection. Husky breaths. Soft words. Assuring we are close.

"Look at me."

Our eyes lock. Our bodies melt. Ten folds our hearts race. You stretch me. I respond. My hips grind against you. Harder. Slow. Deep.

"I'm."

Your fingers lace through my hair. Gently pull my head back. Teeth graze my skin. Your lips on my neck. Your hand on my throat; lightly tightens. My body trembles. Yours tense. Our bodies ache.

"Sh...shii."

Our scream begs for a release. My leg-hook tightens. Your bear-hug stiffens.

"Cuuum..."

My pussy squeezes and pulsates. Pulling and clamping you firmly. Making you mine. Your head explodes. Releasing and marking me yours.

"Umm... Cumming."

Our minds, our bodies, our passions sing in perfect harmony. For a full minute, we tremble and pant.

"I love you"

You kiss my forehead. Firmly you hold me. I close my sleepy eyes and breath you in. Our bodies stay still. Time stops. Savoring our deeds. Listening to our heartbeat and splattering rain.

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Breaking the fourth wall and let's just chat. Why you asked? Well because I cannot publish this story without fluffing the word count to at least seven hundred and fifty words. As much as I find erotic words are sexy as hell to write and to feel each arousing meaning, I work to be less wordy and just, you know, get to the point. I aim to express my lust with five hundred words or less. Any more is just... a waste of blank space, readers time, and me rambling for no good reason. Even now, I'm struggling to add more mumbo jumbo. Ha!

So dear readers and Literotica editors, I will add a few of my short poems from my very own Lotus Pond in the forum. You can find my oasis under the sexual role play forum and then the lounge. If my muse will come to me, I might even tie them all together. That is highly unlike though. Therefore without further ado ---

A surprising fall;

From an emotional high,

crashing on low ground.

---A haiku

Five senses heighten;

Humble, a forbidden fruit.

You, radiate fresh air.

-A second haiku

Within a blink, I lose my grounding.

Dream of a voice as I start falling.

Indulge myself in a sweet fragrance,

Savor your zest as I keep balance.

With each caress, my mind is losing.

-A Wet Dream

When you fall too fast, too quick,

You lose your breath, your logic.

There's beauty in unruly affairs.

There's thrill in the beautiful nightmares.

A bittersweet ending is coming;

For now, lose control before landing.

-A Wake Up Call

Good night. Sleep tight.

Hold me in your thoughts tonight.

Dream of me 'til morning light.

-And Good Night!