Beautiful morning
In my dream, I turned away from you, though I remember that, falling asleep, I hugged you with gratitude for the crazy evening that smoothly turned into night.
And you didn't turn away; on the contrary, in your sleep you pressed closer to me, pushing me toward the wall, warming me and warming yourself with our shared warmth. Carefully, so as not to wake you,
I turn to face you. How pleasant it is to watch you sleeping! Your relaxed body is resting and gathering strength for a new day. Just think, only a few hours ago it was so passionate, so wild and insatiable! You know, even after sleep, everything inside me is pleasantly humming, convincing me that we had a great time buzzing yesterday...Yes, that was yesterday; and today I feel like a happy broken trough that needs nothing except to lie peacefully next to my beloved girl. You are sleeping, breathing calmly, adorably sniffling slightly on the exhale. Your face is lit up with a blissful smile. You are dreaming of something joyful, and I am joyful with you. I want to gently stroke you, kiss you on the lips, but then you would wake up, and I'm sorry to wake you. Sorry to wake you, even though it's already morning, because you probably got more tired than I did yesterday, and besides, you're dreaming of something very good right now.
Sleep, my joy, and I will guard your sleep.
For a few minutes, I just look at you, lazy sleepy thoughts wander leisurely in my head, and from the street comes the noise of the waking city, our beloved city with you.
My fingers touch your shoulder, and I begin to carefully stroke you, enjoying the tenderness of your skin and the firmness of your young girlish body. My lips meet yours for a moment, and it's a magical moment. Kissing a sleeping girl on the lips is incomparable!
The steady rhythm of your breathing falters. You take a deep breath and open your eyes.
"Good morning, my love," I whisper right into your ear, not missing the chance to play with your earlobe with my lips and lick the inside of your ear with my tongue.
For some reason, I want to speak very quietly, as if someone might overhear if we speak normally. I remember that at night this concern didn't bother us. Your loud moans and exclamations, and sometimes mine, were probably heard by all the neighbors. It was the intoxication of passionate love. Back then, we didn't care about anything: the neighbors, the financial crisis, common sense... there was only you and me, and our uncontrollable attraction to each other!
More and more often, playful sparks flash in your gaze, and I, too, seem to be getting aroused. It's strange, because it seemed that last night we emptied each other to the very bottom. Although, it's not strange at all. It's just that we love each other so madly.
I put my arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to me. You are so warm, exciting, beloved...
My lips greedily merge with yours. I want the kiss to last forever. Meanwhile, my left hand embarks on an exciting journey across your tummy toward your pubis and labia, there, to your clitoris. There, my fingers touch the tender petals of your wonderful rose... with my middle finger, I gently part them... my finger softly enters you... it's so wet, so hot, so cool!..
With my thumb and index finger, I begin to caress your clitoris. I stroke it and lightly pinch the very tip between my fingers. You get very aroused, your whole body starts moving. It's cool to watch this. It's cool to realize that it's my caresses giving you such pleasure.
Your hips smoothly tense, tightly squeezing my hand caressing your magical rose, then relax, returning freedom to my hand. With your hardened nipples, you gently rub against my chest. The entrance to your womb becomes even wetter, you're simply flowing with desire. I want to possess you, just like this, on our sides, without changing position.
I slide my right leg between your beautiful legs, and cover your right leg with my left, so we are embracing each other with our thighs. My cock replaces my fingers and penetrates you.
I try to move slowly, and you are in no hurry either. With each movement, our bodies rub pleasantly against each other. It seems that just a little more and sparks will fly from the pleasure.
I kiss your neck and drown in your gaze, clouded with unimaginable pleasure. Most likely, I have the same look right now. My cock moves inside you, filling your cozy, not-too-wide womb, massaging its walls. You writhe and press against me with your whole body, surrendering to the power of your feminine nature. Could anything be cooler?!
It's even hard to believe that two perfectly ordinary people who love each other can experience such incredible, indescribable sensations!
How long does this last? This time quite a while, but still, not enough. I wish it could be like this for a lifetime.
Now, you seem to turn into a tight spring. An orgasm approaches you. Your vaginal muscles contract in waves, coolly squeezing and massaging my cock. You held your breath and on the exhale let out a loud, drawn-out sensual moan.
From all this, the pleasant sensations in the head of my cock grow to a completely unimaginable level. A hot wave seizes the entire cock and spreads throughout my body. I feel that I'm about to cum, feel the sweet inevitability of the approaching orgasm. I am at the very peak. I am at the height of tension!
I make two quick movements, driving my cock as deep as possible into you, as if trying to reach your very heart, and... I cum!
My cock contracts frequently, releasing sperm little by little and weakening. I am all, as if, melting, dissolving into you. It seems that my consciousness, my will, my mind have gone into your vagina along with the sperm. It seems that I ceased to be and was born again...
We lie quietly next to each other. Two pacified sexual predators.
You stretch sweetly, reaching your arms above your head.
"How beautiful, passionate, and a little funny you are... just a little bit," I say to you, and we smile together. We smile at each other and at the sun, which persistently shines through the window, and at this whole world, because we feel amazingly, indescribably good.
"This is the most beautiful morning," you say languidly. "I want it to always be like this."
"Me too," I reply.
You wonderfully expressed our shared thought.
We get out of bed. Hesitating for a moment, I pick you up in my arms, and now to the bathroom. Ahead of us is a whole day and a whole life.
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