I woke up this morning around the usual time; I followed my usual routine: let the dogs out, feed the cat, put away dishes, switch over laundry... Sir was sleeping upstairs, and when I let the dogs back in, I stayed downstairs, so they wouldn't wake him up. I played a few games on my phone while they wrestled each other close by. Suddenly, I felt my body stirring and moisture seep between my thighs.
"Wow," I thought. "This is something new." I debated whether to ignore it, take care of it myself, or to go wake Sir up. I sat for a bit, just enjoying the sensations without doing anything to add or detract from them. Every part of my body seemed to be overly sensitive. I hadn't been watching anything that would stir these feelings of need in me. We had been intimate the night before, and I had been fully satisfied. It just seemed odd to me...in a good way of course.
I let the dogs back out and went upstairs, hoping to find Sir awake. Climbing into the big bed, I snuggled up beside him without waking him. Sir always wraps the blankets around him like a cocoon, so I began to softly kiss anything exposed staring with the small patch of skin at his widow's peak that was poking outside of the blanket. I gently pulled down the covers as best I could to continue my assault. What else could one call it? My body was tingling and I was edging without having done anything to cause it.
I worked my way to the other side and half awake, Sir rolled over and drew me close. He was aroused, and as I tugged at his underwear, he lifted his ass so I could free his hard cock. Oh, how I love the smell of my dom. He moved his legs so I could get better access, and I buried my face. I drew him in, swirrling my tongue around his velvet shaft and the ridge at the head. Licking and sucking, I pulled him in as far as I could, his hair tickling my nose and my chin nestling in his...well you get the picture.
I asked him if this was okay, and he responded that it always is. Fully awake now, I climbed on and rode him. Hard. At times using the wall to support me, and sometimes leaning over him, letting my tits rub against the hair on his chest. I mentioned that my skin was sensitive, right? The sensation of coarse hair on my nipples sent another wave through me. Sir asked me to sit on his face. As his tongue began to lick and his teeth began to nip at my wet pussy, I felt the fingers of one hand tease and heard the rythmic sound of skin on skin as he began to stroke himself. I leaned against the window frame as a small orgasm rippled through my body. This served to prompt Sir to grab my hips and bring me closer to his mouth. I heard him whisper, " G-d, I love how you taste."
It felt so good, my head dropped back and my eyes closed as I sucumbed to the sensations. He had asked me to sit backwards so I could suck his cock, but I was feeling greedy and couldn't focus on pleasing him. Sir understood this, and he let me ask for what I wanted. Continuing to give in to my thirst, I asked him if he would straddle me as he stroked himself.
Laying me down, he straddled me while I held my tits together. One of the benefits of having such large breasts is they are always a part of my sexual experiences. My nipples being as sensitive as they were, as he stroked himself above me, his cock rubbed against my nipples, another small orgasm almost did me in. My wimper caught the attention of my dom and he slid off my hips and spread my legs. I was so wet, he slid in easily.
I love how I can feel Sir grow bigger inside me. He fits so perfectly inside, stretching me with each thrust. Nothing feels as good as when I have my knees up, heels on my ass, as his balls create friction on one side and his pubic hair rubs against the cleft of my wet pussy on the other. I run my hands up his chest wishing I had longer nails to scratch and leave my mark. Sir likes to mark me. I really wanted to do the same just once.
Sir has amazing stamina, and this morning I was so glad of it. I just couldn't seem to get enough, and he was so hard that we changed positions multiple times. I was so wet. After Sir ate me out and I climaxed one more time, I cuddled close to his side, touching him, licking my juice from his beard while telling him just what he does to me. He begain to masterbate again as I watched, running my fingers along the inside of his thigh, kissing and biting his chest.
He asked me where I wanted him to cum, and I told him I wanted to watch. I love watching him cum. His cock reddens and becomes even bigger, his legs tense and his breathe catches as his thick white juice shoots out. He spasms, once, twice, three times. By the last time, my mouth has drawn him in and my tongue is swirling around his shaft, lapping up the last of the cum that beads up. I groan in pleasure as I taste him. After I have made sure to lick up the last drop, I use my mouth to clean his now softening shaft before getting some wet wipes to clean him up so the cum that I missed does not drip onto the bed sheet.
I bury my head and smell him one last time before we get up and get ready for the rest of the day. I would stay here all day if I could, but the real world has pushed its way into our little cocoon that we created in our bedroom. Days like this don't happen as often as I would like, but I am glad that we had this one brief moment to sucumb to this sensory overload.
(shared with Sir's permission)