Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.
How did I become so used to your body wrapped around my own in the night that when I wake it seems natural to have your arms pulling me into the contours of your body, your hand engulfing my breast, your dick buried between my legs nudging me awake? You fit, perfectly. Your strength, your dominance and your tenderness, it has touched something within me, drawn me out and opened me to you, as I haven’t ever been before. You bring out in me a side I did not know existed deep within. I ripen beneath your touch like fruit in the first spring sun. It is a source of constant amazement to me still. Even now I don’t understand what this is between us, and it is unlike anything I have had in my life before, anything I have contemplated or considered. Now, I cannot even think of anything but this and you. You fit, perfectly.
I lie here watching the dawn chase the night away and snuggle back into you, unwilling to leave the circle of your arms while you sleep. The warmth we share under the covers is addictive. My movement causes you to tighten your hold on me, pulling me even closer to you as you nudge my legs apart with your leg. I can feel you growing harder, your cock pushing at the opening of my ready pussy, slowly pushing in and then resting with just the head embedded as I squeeze my muscles around you. Your fingers roll my nipples, first one then the next, back and forth pulling them into tight almost painful nubs, eliciting a soft cry from me and an attempt to push back on to your dick, fill myself with more. You stop my attempts, keeping me exactly where I am and your hands begin to roam across ribs, down hips and then spreading the lips of my pussy finding my clit you begin a steady massage that creates constant pulses against the head of your cock and your fingers.
“Please, My, please.”
“Please what, Cara? Is there something you wish from me?”
“Yes, oh, oh, God, stop. No, don’t stop. Oh, My Heart, please fuck me!”
“Ah, but I am, aren’t I?”
“My, My Heart, please more, now, please.”
“This morning, Cara, you are going to fuck me, you lay back too much.”
As you say this, you bend your head kissing my neck and gently biting my shoulder drawing my skin between your teeth. Rolling to your back you prop up against the pillows so you are half sitting up against the headboard staring down at me. You have only partially rolled me with you, as I look up at you I am also looking directly at your dick, glistening with my juices. As you begin to pull me up the bed I can’t resist taking you into my mouth, pulling hard so I feel you slide across my tongue and into the back of my throat. Keeping my eyes staring into yours, I pull again tasting me and you underneath, a heady flavor and one I am reluctant to give up.
“Stop it now, Cara. Get up here where you can sit comfortably, and I can watch you.”
With one last pull on you deep into my throat, where I swallow to add pressure, I move up your body slowly, pulling your still wet dick between my breasts first. With lips, tongue, teeth and hands I work my way across your skin until I am able to straddle your hips and lower myself onto you slowly. Hovering with just the head of your cock inside of me and using my muscles, I begin milking you while slowly rocking, until you grab my hips and push yourself up inside of me. It feels like home, and we both sigh with what is nearly a moan.