Peggy lay there on her back with one of her legs folded up swinging from side to side as if to let her lady parts breath. Danson rolled out of the bed and she made a lazy effort to reach out to him but he was already gone. The light through the door revealed his little man bum with the dimples on the sides of both cheeks. He walked like he had something up his ass and she almost wished she had carried her plug and made him try to walk in it. He didn’t work out much but his body was well toned from carrying his own weight. She wasn’t complaining. She was glad he was serving some fire dick.
The shower heater turned on and it took all she had to get off the bed and walk to the bathroom. She slid the door to the side and first beheld the sight. Her tall cup of dark chocolate. He had soaped his hair and she bit her lower lip almost instinctively as he turned to show his semi boner from the last round. She couldn’t tell if she had creamed on him or it was just the lather trickling from his head. “Are you going to get in, or what?”, he asked wiping his face to have a look at her nubile body as he took her into his arms.
She ran her index down his chest and went in for a wet embrace. She looked up and found the strength to lift her self on her toes to reach for his moist pinkish lips. A hot shower always made them look puffier and fuller. It’s like a breath of life straight to her soul every time he gasped on the first kiss. Partly because she is a biter. She goes feral when turned on and the lips always get a light bite; enough to remind him to quench the fires he always kindles. He bites back just a bit harder to assert himself. She fondled his balls to clean him up and reached up for another kiss. Her clean-up was brief. She did a quick rinse around her labial lips and along her thighs; where some of him had dried up. He took his time in the shower with no hurry to get back because today, she was all hers.
She woke up to the smell of hot black coffee on the nightstand and did a weak groan as she stretched before she reached to feel the warmth of the mug. He was seated on the side if the bed with a smug grin wider than a gecko’s. “ How was your nap?” he asks with a half chuckle. She didn’t answer. She just smiled and turned away to hide her blush and got a better position to sleep in. He sat there and relished her body and her light breathing in her graceful mansuetude.
His beard tickled the moist trace his tongue left but his kisses made the act tough to follow.
She was still butt naked with half her body under the duvet. One leg was out all the way up to her bum. That trick always somehow works when you just need the right amount of heat as you sleep. She had those dimples at the back of her legs behind her knees and they drew him in to kiss them. His lips were still warm from the coffee he just had so she didn’t feel it right away until he ventured further into her thighs.
She did not budge for a while there. If only he knew how much effort she was putting into hiding her twitching, he’d have gone in for the kill right away without finding her finicky. Her grip on the pillow tightened and she acquiesced by lifting her bum a bit higher leaving her still damp and well-manicured lady garden in his full view. Her body had betrayed her; a betrayal most foul but what was there to lose but sleep? He kept on kissing her thighs as if the coaxing did not work. He even went further down to her calves and gave her cold feet a mild rub.
He was daring her to come unhinged and turn around but she did not bite on this bait. All the biting she was doing at this point was her tongue not to moan while she was not biting her lower lip when he hit a spot. She parted her legs to get comfortable and this was all the goading he needed to get into it. He spread the cheeks apart and took the scenic route to her moist mound kissing the back of her thighs and watching her squirm as he made his way up. He enjoyed it, even more, when she was all hot, restless and bothered but did not want to admit how badly she wanted him inside her already. She had been trying to shake off the ghost dick by sleeping it off and now he was not doing much to help.
She felt his dick pulsate on her left calf and she knew she was about to get served. His lips made their way up through her crack and up her tailbone following the spine ever so slowly. The teasing was too much. She threw her ass back every now and again in the hope of catching some dick to get her off the madness and to calm the storm he was brewing. She knew all it would do was stir her up even more but he had him all to herself for the weekend so there was a silver lining after all. His beard tickled the moist trace his tongue left behind but his kisses made the act tough to follow. He got to her nape and she felt the weight of his arm pinning her head down. He licked around the earlobe and dove right in and she came undone like a two-month-old braid.
He picked this moment to perfectly mount her and he slipped all of him in and listened to her gasp in a bid to regain her breath and sanity. She held him in with her right hand and wanted him to stay in there and marinate in her juices before he started pounding. His right hand dawdled on her soft skin under her right rib and firmly around her hips just in time for the second slow but deep thrust. He was taking his time. He wanted to break her. He wanted her to tell him how deep she wanted him. How much she wanted him and how fast. He went on and on without respite, every stroke deeper than the last threatening to destroy her cervix with every hammering. She felt him lose his footing and break his rhythm and she knew she’d win the battle of wits with subtle gyrations and he would never know what hit him.
He lost all power in this play and she was taking it all back in her little unnoticeable rounded motions of her waist and she was out to milk him dry. His supporting arm got tired and she flipped him on his back and kept riding without losing the momentum. She looked back at him enjoying the view of her ass and flipped her hair as she went lower so that he’d enjoy seeing her take all of him in. She grabbed the outer parts of his feet and played with his toes letting her nipples feel his shin hair. He lay there awed by how beautiful her arch was and how her callipygous butt clenched with every lift. She took his big toe on her tongue and that was it for him. She was on her mettle. She turned around and held his hands beside his head so that she could see him lose all the control he thought he had.
She felt his warmth fill her up and rode even faster to take it all in as he fought to get her off him when all his nerves came alive. She gave him a long kiss and let him catch his breath while still inside her. He closed his eyes for too long she thought him dead. She lay on him playing with his hair and made little circles around his nipples as he convalesced. He doubted if he’d ever want to play with fire like that ever again but he had the resilience of a moth around a light. She rolled over to his left side in a cuddle as he feebly pulled the duvet off the floor. They stayed in silence for about an hour; hardly getting past the grins that burst into a giggle every time she looked at with her eyes almost doing a victory dance over his disquietude. He, however, knew that somehow, the next round would always be better.
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