They lay together the TV flickered in the darkened room, the quite sounds of a couple talking drifted around the room as a drama played out on the small screen.
Neither of the couple paid attention to the program, he breathing gently as he slipped between awake and sleep, she smiling felt the rise and fall of his chest and the steady beat of his heart.
He slipped into dreamland and rolled over placing his head on her breasts. She couldn't help but smile, this was the reverse of how they normally sleep. He had stolen all the pillows so she was lying awkwardly on the floor. Her man holding her, as if afraid she would slip away. She absently stroked the soft, tangled hair on his head, and brushed the back of her hand across the stubble on his cheek. It was unusual that he was asleep and she awake she thought before a mischievous smile crossed her lips, Dan did not ask Hilary for many things, but she knew that a great way for a man to be woken, was with a naughty bit of oral play.
She decided she must take advantage of the situation. Gently she rolled him onto his back. Dan let out a whimper of protest before she held his arms around her. She kissed his cheek and watched his handsome face. Her hand trailed down his chest. Disappointingly, he had fallen asleep fully clothed. There in lay the challenge. She slipped her fingers under the bottom of his T-shirt and stroked his stomach. His belt was easy to undo, his 'seat-belt belt'. "damn it," she whispered as he stirred out of his slumber.
She lay back down in his arms as he unwillingly slipped back into consciousness. A few mumbles escaped his lips along with some sleepy kisses. They greeted each other in the usual way, with gentle kisses, cuddles and the breathed "I love you". It was early evening and they hadn't intended on resting for so long, as they had plans later on. Still, they protested the fact they had to get up. He started to tickle her, she yelped and laughed and gently slapped him away.
Getting out of bed was hard enough without him making it more difficult. They played and laughed for a little while longer. Then he changed tactics. He began to hum playfully, with his mouth pressed to her jeans. She giggled again, and said, "If you 're going do that, do it lower." He moved lower between her legs and continued to hum at different pitches.
It felt nice. The humming stopped and he flopped back onto the makeshift bed and declared, "sleeps time now" and closed his eyes. 'Not a chance!' she thought. He wasn't getting away that easily. She straddled him.
Her tight fitting 'skinny' jeans limited her movement and flexibility. Clumsily she sat on him and leaned forward. For her, the next few moments were a blur. All she cared was that he was with her, inside her, consuming her "Ow! You 're pushing the belt into me!" Dan yelped "Sorry, baby." She leaned again to kiss him.
She wasn't big but she was somewhat clumsy. She kissed his face, covering everywhere: his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, oh those luscious lips, his neck&hellip. Her hands trailed under his T-shirt and she lifted it over his head, but not off completely, just enough to restrict his movement.
As she sat, letting her gaze drift over his body, she could feel his presence. He was so beautiful, so strong, so trusting. She kissed him again, moving from his face and lips, to his neck, to his newly pierced nipple.
She was a bit rougher than perhaps she should have been. Her hands stroked his chest, covered in soft curls. She swore men with any hair other than on their head were not for her… that was until she met Dan.
Now she couldn't imagine anything else. Her soft lips moved further down his toned body.
She reached his belt line and tried to smoothly open his trousers to expose his cock. One day, she might manage to do it in one swift motion. But, let's face it; this wasn't like in the movies. Things didn't always go according to plan and sometimes, she was all fingers and thumbs. She pulled his jeans down far enough to expose his hips and that beautiful drawing on his right hip. She placed her mouth over the tattoo and he tensed slightly. He was incredibly ticklish and sensitive there.
He didn't know what she was about to do. She kissed the design, trailing her tongue over the hipbone. He wriggled beneath her.
She kissed the other hipbone, letting her hair fall lightly over his exposed body. She loved to give him as many different sensations as possible. He was not fully erect yet due to his sleepy, relaxed condition, but his body was responding. She loved to lavish kisses and attention on him just for the sake of it as much as anything else. His body was so warm and responsive to her touch. She playfully ran her tongue up his most intimate part and was instantly rewarded with a half-gasp, half moan from within him.
She smiled against his penis. It was not yet full sized and she intended to use this to her advantage. She kissed and teased him, circling the tip and the ridge of the head. Her teeth carefully brushed his skin. God she enjoyed this! He was completely at her mercy and he made the most gorgeous noises. She breathed in and swallowed the length. It was still semi-soft so she could kiss his pelvis. A small noise of surprise escaped him.
He loved this. Once fully hard, she could still consume him completely; it was something she was quietly proud of considering his penis was far from small. Even the way her eyes would occasionally water as he swelled and the head touched the back of her throat, it was beyond worth it for the pleasure it gave him. She brought her mouth back up as slowly as she could. At the tip, she breathed deeply, blowing warm and cool air alternatively over the slit.
She looked over at her lover's face. He loved to watch himself sliding in and out of her mouth, but when she took it all, he could only let his eyes roll back in his head, close his eyelids, lie back and enjoy the sensations. She would give anything to keep him this happy. She refocused her attention to the rapidly hardening penis and played with it, using her lips, tongue, teeth, fingers and palms to pleasure him. He couldn't take it any more. He pulled her hair, forcing her head up towards his and he crashed their lips together in a frantic need to be close.
She pulled away slightly. The words "I want you to f**k me" fell from her lips as she looked into his blue gorgeous eyes.
"Get undressed". They tugged at clothes; T-shirts were practically torn off; belts and bra hastily unclipped, jeans, socks, and underwear ripped off as efficiently as possible to expose their bodies. They were naked. Eyes roamed appreciatively over the other's body before he pulled her down on top of him. Sex was frantic, clumsy and passionate between these two lovers. Exactly how it should be. They kissed violently as he positioned himself, pushing slightly, and then harder as their hips met.
A small cry came from her mouth. Flesh to flesh, hip to hip, chest to chest. He pulled out and pushed back in as her body became reacquainted with his.
The pumping began. Hard, fast, ruthless. He knew what he - and she wanted. He wanted to make her lose herself in passion and lust.
Although he was on the bottom, he was doing most of the work as he used every muscle in his body to move hers. She sat there, never able to keep pace.
She moved her hips, clawed at his skin and bit at his neck in the heat of it all. His nails tore at her back and she moaned. The skin burned where there would later be red streaks. She loved it. He pushed her up so she was sat upright rather than leaning over.
He grabbed her wrists and tightly held them in front of her pelvis. This always sent shivers up her spine. He released her hands and she arched her back.
Tingles were running up her spine and down her legs.
She rocked to and fro, tearing at her hair, dragging her hands over body, over her hips, stomach, waist, breasts. Breasts. His favourite body part. Her own pierced nipples were erect and sensitive, and there was slight pain but not remotely enough to make her even think about stopping.
She caressed her own soft skin. He growled. She didn't even know if he was aware he made some of the gorgeous noises. His eyes watched her chest heave. Hungrily he pulled her back down to him where he clamped down on the flesh. He kissed, sucked and tongued the nipples, biting slightly.
He was always rough but not too rough. It was fantastic! They screwed until she demanded: "I want you on top." "Then you have to move off me!" responded Dan She tried to gather the will to move, but did not want to loose their rhythm. Eventually she toppled off him and sprawled on the floor, as quickly as they could as neither wanted to be apart longer than necessary.
She threw herself on her back and his face loomed above hers. She loved it when he was on top. She knew this was the man she loved as she had loved no other.
He looked so big, strong, manly and in control. He smoothly reentered her and began pounding. Broken screams erupted from her as the pleasure began to rise. He made love to her like he always did, like this was the last time and there was no reason to hold anything back. He manipulated her legs to change the angle, with speed and force also changing. She was noisy.
She tried to hold it in, but every moment brought her closer to that usually elusive climax. Moans, gasps, screams and half-words escaped her. She wished she could really scream.
The pleasure mounted. He could see, from the fact she was screaming into a pillow that this was good! Her back arched off the floor as it hit her. It normally petered away, but not today. Hilary was lost to the moment, barely aware of her surroundings. Before Dan she could only climax by herself, but so many things about her were different with him, he could push every button of lust she possessed. Her body recovered from the shock, and he had stopped, presumably to watch the total abandonment of control, her complete surrender.
She looked at him as she panted. God, she loved him! Her body screamed love, desire, longing, satisfaction. He loved the satisfaction that it was he, and only he, that has ever made her feel like that. They kissed. For her, the next few moments were a blur. All she cared was that he was with her, inside her, consuming her.
They kissed, scratched, bit and writhed together. It wasn't long before the screams began again. He bent her legs, effectively folding her in half.
Her entire body rocked under the power of him. Her spine bashed against the floor, but it would only be later when she had bruised bones that she would realise this. His face towered over hers, a look of serenity and conflict upon his face. That animal look was in his eyes, as he became closer and closer to her own climax with each thrust.
"I want to hear you scream," he growled. "Not again," she begged, thinking she wouldn't be able to take any more. 'hell, she thought, 'something's different.' Another orgasm was coming. The heat began to spread from within her abdomen, followed by a tingle.
Then, a mind-blowing, dazzling flash behind her eyes. Her entire body convulsed and vibrated. She rode the waves silently, too far gone to make any noise. "Chill," she managed to muster. Bless him, he thought he was hurting her, but she just needed to ride this through as the waves were still coming. He pulled out and collapsed next to her. He wasn't finished, but he was all but spent from the effort! She lay there. Minutes passed and she was still convulsing and rocking, her breathing ragged.
Her eyes roamed aimlessly, unfocused. Her chest rose and fell with each gradually steadying breath. She looked over at her lover, and with a clumsy hand movement panted: "that… has never happened before." He looked decidedly pleased with himself.
She had a dumb grin on her face as she lay there in complete bliss. It took a while for her to regain her basic motor functions and even then, it was difficult to kiss him. He wasn't finished. She didn't quite know what would happen now. She was dazed. She held one hand as she lay on her side and they kissed.
His free right hand began to stroke his penis and she was quietly relieved, as she didn't know whether she trusted her body to safely navigate his most sensitive region. She kissed him fiercely on every accessible part of his face. She licked his ear, a particular weakness of his. His breathing increased and it wasn't long before his own climax erupted. His legs and back arched in the moment. The two of them lay in the covers, as panting and sweaty bodies. She was dazed and relaxed.
He had that satisfied grin that he only wore post-sex. They loved each other. He took her to places she had only dreamed about and together they explored the possibilities that lay within their bodies.
It would be several hours before she returned completely to normal, her mind numbed from the physical sensations. He had sex legs. Whenever they made love, it was always loving, tiring, fun, messy, spontaneous and so many other things. That's why they worked so well together, and sex was never boring. It was an expression of their passion and desire for each other. And it was damn good exercise!