Morning Heat: A Sweet Surprise

The school drop-off was always a bittersweet moment. Watching my little one wave goodbye, filled me with a familiar ache of longing, a silent plea for the time to stretch out, just the two of us. When I pulled back into the driveway, I knew she’d be waiting. It wasn't a conscious decision, more like an instinct, a pull towards her that was both comforting and utterly consuming. She was nestled under the covers of our king-sized bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a silent invitation hanging in the air. I left my jacket on the hall table, a casual disregard for appearances, and stripped off my shirt, feeling the familiar thrill of vulnerability as I revealed my chest. As I slid onto the bed beside her, she stretched out her hand, a silent signal for me to join her in her haven of solitude.

She was wearing one of my favorite pieces – a sleek, black lace lingerie set, the kind that whispered promises of pleasure. The bra barely contained the swell of her breasts, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves, while the matching panties clung to her body like a second skin. Through the sheer material, I caught a glimpse of her dark nipples, taut and sensitive, a tantalizing invitation that sent a shiver down my spine. The sight alone was enough to quicken my pulse, igniting the primal fire within me. My cock immediately began to erect, a natural response to the overwhelming desire that surged through my veins.

Without a word, I took the lead, jumping onto her back, straddling her torso with a possessive claim. My hands moved instinctively, tracing the contours of her breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. I gently pulled back the blanket, revealing her fully, the curve of her hips, the smoothness of her stomach, the sheer beauty of her form. It was a breathtaking sight, and the anticipation grew with each passing moment. My tongue danced with hers, exploring the delicate landscape of her mouth, savoring the taste of her breath. Simultaneously, my hands caressed her breasts, drawing them towards me, feeling the exquisite sensitivity of her nipples as I sucked and licked.

As I was lost in this intimate exploration, she reached out, her hand snatching my own. She pulled forth my hard cock, holding it firmly in her palm, eliciting a moan from me. The simple touch sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, intensifying the heat that was already building within me. It was a reciprocal exchange, a silent acknowledgment of the mutual desire that bound us together.

Returning the favor, I reached down and squeezed her soft, pale butt cheek, running my hand around the smooth expanse of her lower abdomen before gently inserting a finger into her damp honey pot. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers racing through my body. Then, with a swift, decisive movement, she removed her panties, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

She pulled me to my knees, positioning me so that she could help me remove my underwear. As she did, she began to rub my hard cock firmly with her palm, eliciting a moan from me. The pressure, the warmth, the raw sensation – it was a perfect symphony of pleasure. It was an act of dominance, a way of asserting my power over her, but also a demonstration of my devotion.

With my cock now free, I shifted my position, straddling her torso once more, as she positioned my erect member between her pillowy breasts. She squeezed them around my cock, a gentle but insistent pressure that heightened the sensation. As I slowly tit-fucked her, my glans touched her chin, finding pleasure in the delicate contact. It felt so arousing, my cock nestled between her breasts, her eyes locked on mine with a knowing, sensual smile. I watched her kiss, then lick, the sensitive tip of my penis, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure.

Driven by this intense desire, I moved forward on her body, continuing my assault on her senses. Now, she released her breasts, taking my throbbing member in her right hand. Pulling me deep into her warm, wet mouth, she began to suck, a relentless torrent of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. As always, she gave me an incredible blowjob, swirling her tongue around my cock head with unrestrained abandon. My addiction! It was a feeling of pure, unadulterated bliss, a connection so profound that it felt like a part of me was merging with her.

I pumped into her fist and face, giving her a pause now and then to swallow the pre-cum coating her tongue. It wasn't long before I sensed a pending explosion as she squeezed my cock and sucked harder, the pressure building until it felt as if it might burst.

I didn't want to cum before tasting her honey pot. Taking my manhood from her hungry mouth, I replaced it with my tongue. Then I trailed kisses down her neck until I reached her breasts, licking and sucking them some more. The scent of her skin, mingled with the salty taste of her arousal, filled my senses, transporting me to another dimension.

After rolling her on her belly, I caressed, kissed, and nibbled down her back from the nape of her neck to her butt cheeks. I surprised her with quick spanks on both ass cheeks, followed by biting each one with passion. As I kissed further down her crack, she spread her legs and bent her right leg giving me a full view of her now wet pussy lips.

With her now half on her side, I kissed and licked her outer labia and inserted my tongue into her wet slit. Then I slid it all the way down to her clit. Spreading her pussy lips and lifting her hips to my mouth, I attacked that pleasure button. The licks and circles I made with my tongue drew forth wild moans of pleasure. I was making her crazy!

I climbed over her on all fours. With one hand I grasped her waist and with the fingers of my other I rubbed her clit and pussy. She rolled further onto her side, bringing one breast to my full view. Releasing her waist, I brought it to my lips, kissing and sucking the nipple. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of tenderness and passion.

She turned to face me, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and desire. My rod came to rest between her pussy lips. Using my hand to guide me, I infiltrated her love passage; she was so wet that I slipped right in. I was balls deep in her pussy and pounding, lost in the throes of our shared pleasure.

Then she asked me to get up on my knees and she did the same. I entered her from behind and started fucking her again. We watched ourselves in the full-size bedroom mirror opposite our bed. One of our favorite positions!

I reached around to finger her clit and play with her nipple. She was panting and moaning. When she asked me to massage her boobs hard, I did so with gusto. Within moments, she came hard. Her juices dripped out and she fell over in pleasure as she orgasmed.

I moved on top of her and she took my erection in hand. She pumped it and licked and kissed the head. I couldn't stand such pleasuring much longer. So she asked me to lie down and knelt between my legs. She rubbed my cock between her soft boobs while taking me back into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around my mushroom head, she started sliding up and down my shaft.

My hands dove into her hair, caressing her and guiding her movements. After every few strokes, she licked and kissed the tip of my cock. She let go of her breasts and used one hand to stroke up and down while the other fondled my balls.

Soon I could feel the pressure building in my balls and my juice started erupting out of my cock. She stroked and sucked my cock harder and squeezed every drop of cum out of my nuts. Then, as my orgasm subsided, she kissed and licked the tip of my cock again. The sensation was incredible.

I am so blessed!

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