Morning Sex with Lauren - Sex Stories

Morning Sex with Lauren

I wake as your feet stir between mine. You draw them up and run your soles over the bottom of my calves, my ankles and my feet. Your feet are cool, and the feel of them running over mine makes me shiver with excitement. I respond by flicking my toes into yours and, like two vines wrapping around the trunks of two strong trees, our legs entwine. My arm is draped over you and I gather you into me. “Good morning,” you whisper. I bury my face in your brown flowing hair and breathe you in. My nose rubs the back of your neck and I inhale you again, loving how soft your hair feels against my face. Your fingers slip into mine and you bring our hands up so that your cheek is resting on the back of my hand. I feel your warm breath on my skin and it drives me wild. My blood pumps through me and I feel my cock begin to engorge. “Fuck, you are sexy,” I whisper into your ear, “I could breathe you in forever.” “Mmmm,” you moan softly, “tell me what you love about me.” I nibble your earlobe and suck it between my lips. I bite you a little harder and feel your hand tighten in mine. I can feel you smiling on the back of my hand. “I love how your scent consumes me, Lauren. I love waking up to your feet between mine and then how our bodies play with each other, fighting then submitting. I love getting lost in your brown eyes and how your face lights up when you smile. I love making you light up and turning you on.” You take our hands from under your cheek and you slip yours around mine so you ...

... can control it. You bring it down your body, pushing the duvet down as you do. You are wearing a vest top and my hand presses above your cleavage on your chest. “What do you feel here?” you ask. “I feel your heart beating and I love how it is mine.” I lean closer into your ear. "And I love how it is beating faster and faster right now as you feel my cock pressing into you.” You giggle and lead my hand lower. I cup your breast and softly knead it. In the palm of my hand I can feel your nipple respond to my touch. “What do you love about my boobs?” you ask. “I love how they are a perfectly generous size for my hands. I love that they are soft and your dark nipples are hard. I love watching you when you don’t notice. Watching when you lean forward and how they hang off your body. You don’t even realise how wild you drive me. When you are wearing this white top, I can’t contain myself when I see your dark nipples straining against the light material.” Your nipple, a stiff bullet, is now fully erect against my palm. You pull my hand away, bringing it to your mouth and you kiss the inside of my hand. You then lead my hand down to your hips and I run it over your curves. “You’re making me wet, baby. What do you love about my hips?” you ask next, pushing them back into my crotch and almost fully hardened cock. “I love how your body is round at your boobs, draws in at your waist and then curves out again over these sexy fucking hips. I love holding them when we dance, leading your ...