Morning Sex with Lauren - Sex Stories

Morning Sex with Lauren

... movement against me, and I love however much I try, I just can’t quite contain them. I love gripping them in my hands when we fuck. And most of all, I love how they are of good Irish stock and perfect for child bearing!” I joke the last statement and you laugh, slapping my hand. “You dick!” you say. I laugh and nuzzle my nose into the side of your face and you turn your face towards mine in response. You run my hand over your hips and down between your legs. I can feel how hot you are, but you keep your legs together and I push the tips of my fingers into the summit of your mound, making you groan softly. “What do you love about my pussy?” you ask teasingly. “I love the thickness and softness of your pubes. I love to run my hands through them and to dampen them with your juices. I love how you surprise me sometimes with a wax or a trim but then let them grow back and I get to play with you in all different styles.” I slip my fingers under the waist band of your pyjamas and my hand descends. I run my fingers through your pubes, curling them a little, knowing how much enjoy this. I then press my fore and middle finger lower, and just as they reach your clit I open them, running them along the outer edge of your pussy lips. You open your legs a little for me and begin to moan as I scissor my fingers up and down. I continue, "You know how much I adore your pussy lips. How they swell when you are turned on, and how they cling to my fingers, cock or anything else I chose to fuck ...

... you with. I love how thick the walls of your pussy feel, and how you open like an orchid when I go down on you.” My hand is under your pyjama bottoms and yours is on top, pressing into mine. I feel you pressing harder and I know that means you want me to make you cum, but I whisper, “Not yet.” I bring my hand from your hot, wet sex and slip it over yours. You can feel your juices and I rub them along your slender fingers, enveloping the tips. I now guide your hand and I lead it under your bottoms. I feel your skilled fingers curling into your folds and you moan deeply. I am fully erect and I roll my hips gently into yours. You match my rhythm and your pussy presses into your exploring fingers. “Tell me what you love about your pussy, Lauren, and don’t you dare make yourself cu, yet,” I tease. You moan sexily in protest. “I don’t know,” you giggle, “I love the feel of your tongue on my clit and how you make me so wet with your fingers.” “No,” I interrupt, “Don’t tell me what you love me doing to you, tell me what you love about your pussy. What turns you on about yourself?” You stay silent for a moment, your hand slowing but not fully stopping. I feel you making small, delicate circles around the crest of your labia and my loins ache. Your scent is filling the bedroom and I kiss over your shoulders and up your neck into your ear. “I love the shape of my cunt," you begin, “I love how I can flick my lips when I am so turned on. They are two small flaps of skin, so sensitised that ...