Morning Person - Sex Stories

Morning Person

... how to play you, just a little, just to even it up some. But it's not even. Not even close. She's getting wetter by the second and you can tell it's getting harder for her not to beg you for anything you want to give her. Your fingers are slow and steady inside her - thumb scraping the underside of her clit with every stroke - and you know how maddening it is. When she's squirming, you pull your fingers out and sit back, watching. A hurt, angry whine and, yeah, it was the perfect time. She squirms, wordlessly demanding then begging for you to touch her, taste her, fuck her...something. In desperation, she reaches for her clit but you're there, slapping her hand away before she can even get close, and she's arching into the air reaching, hoping, trying, desperate for something to get her off. Then you hear it – the sound of her little rebellion shattering. Her voice scrapes out of her throat, dragged out of her by want and need and the emptiness left where you used to be. “Daddi.” she begs. “Daddi please.” And it's so goddamn sweet to hear your favorite name on her lips. Pure lust spikes through you when you hear her desperation and you're getting so wet you can feel your pussy clutching for the double that's not there yet – may not be there at all this time. Maybe you can't wait to get your mouth back on that sweet pussy and that's that. Or maybe you love the feel of her slick and warm around your fingers. And maybe, just maybe you want to hear her moan and beg some more. ...

... You climb over her, kissing her quickly, easing your weight onto her - nipping at her neck and sliding down until your slick pussy is within a handsbreathd of hers. Kissing her one last time, you sit up and reach down between your legs. Her breath catches and she waits for your touch but it never comes. Slipping your fingers over your own clit, you think of her...her voice, her body, the way she tastes. You make sure the back of your hand brushes her pussy just enough to drive her crazy. She makes a frustrated whine the next time your knuckles just graze her lips, and you laugh and decide to have a little mercy. She gets angry when you laugh, you can see it, and she's strung out enough for you. Stretching back out, you kiss her sulky face and laugh at her again. She opens her mouth - undoubtedly to let you have it - but you stuff your fingers between her lips and capture a nipple between your teeth. The sulking stops with the first suck - yours and hers. Popping your fingers out of her mouth, you work your way down...time to give you both what you want. You've got a thing for the little creases between her legs and you spend some time on them, making sure to breathe deep as you pass from one side to the other. You don't linger too long, because you know if you don't get your mouth on her clit soon, homicide may become her new favorite word. Smiling, you nose between her lips for a second just to feel your way again - get reacquainted with the bumps and folds and flesh that is ...