\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/981171-Breakfast-in-Bed
Item Icon
Rated: GC · Short Story · Erotica · #981171
Breakfast in bed, please...and heavy on the cream.
“Breakfast in Bed”
By: Sugaree

My legs are wrapped snugly around Robert’s thick and muscular neck. I lay almost flat on my back with the exception of the tilt my hips can not resist; just slight enough for his succulent lips to meet the morning meal of his desire. His amazingly hot tongue is trouncing against my pink erogenous zone like a ravenous cannibal dines on its prey.

My excited pearl is throbbing with each tongue lash. His firm suckles are the source of my frantic hysteria. My mind is afloat with ecstasy. My body is trembling. My belly muscles contract with numerous spasms. Repeatedly, I feel my slippery canal clinch the tip of his hungry tongue as he attempts to seize every drop my fluid lust.

My head is swaying from side to side. Swooned with his slightest touch, I feel his mustache against my well groomed yoni. My fingers clutch his ears to ensure the continuity of his lip-service while I ride this last tidal wave of ecstasy. My eyes are rolling and crossing. I sure hope they don’t get jammed like this, however, if they do, I’ll indubitably wear them proudly since his cunnilingus dexterity is unsurpassed.

He is slurping every drop of my hot sauce. His breakfast in bed slides out and down my buttocks. Without a lapsed second, he retrieves. Beneath my breath I whisper, “I love you.” My inflexible will to keep the emotion a secret won’t speak aloud those indebting words. Instead, I bite my bottom lip then thrust my hips closer to the source of my carnal pleasure. His famished tongue is too intense so I try to move away but his glistening muscled arms still me once more. His persistent hunger is driving places I have never been.

I feel the heat of his breath against my collection of moisture seeping down into deeper crevices. His tongue follows the stream, again. I moan and call his name and rub his meticulously shaven head. I attempt to move away from the intensity yet again but those strapping arms keep me in perfect lineup of his unrelenting tongue. I can feel more liquid lust seeping unto his tongue. The slurping and smacking sounds of hot wet pussy and my moans is the only music playing this morning.

His slow and sensual crawl to reach my lips bare lustrous evidence that his breakfast in bed is quite heavy on the cream. I can taste the sweetness of my multiple climaxes on his thick juicy lips. He is pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into my hungry mouth. His breath is heavy with desire. His bare skin laid next to mine is beckoning my hips closer to his. His mouth closes over mine while his steal hard love- baton searches for its proper landing. My body is yearning for him. I pull him closer until I feel his ready-for-me tip touch my wetness. I am tilting my crotch to meet his meat. With two thrusts, I feel the ecstasy of him inside of me. Upon entrance, I feel a gush of me creaming him up, getting ready for the impact of his twelve inch fat one reaching deep into places no one but he can reach.

His hands are beneath my ass holding me up to meet him. The sound of our naked bodies clashing and the wetness of my hot pussy drives me into another frantic frenzy. I’m calling his name, begging for more, “Please, baby, don’t ever stop. This is your pussy, baby. Yours only. Yes. Yes! Oh shit, baby, baby, baby, give it to me. Baby! Oh shit!”

He’s panting heavily, watching my face, sweat is dripping the sides of his face down his chin onto me. It’s salty, delicious hard man labor sweet sweat. I love it. His face tells me that his love is about to come splashing. He has to change positions to prolong the feeling.

He pulls back just enough to get on his knees. He grabs my ankles and pulls me onto him, placing my legs over his shoulder. I cringe in heavenly pain as he re-enters my fiery tunnel, knowing rapture will come shortly. I relax and watch his eyes as they enjoy the view of him shove in and out of me. I see his eyes close as his strokes become steady to a sexy rhythm we both hear; my wet pussy.

We collapse next to each other. I turn to the night stand to reach for glass of water. We share it and fall breathlessly into deep slumber.




© Copyright 2005 Sugaree-Serial_Writer (sugaree at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/981171-Breakfast-in-Bed