Late Night Embrace (L)

The previous night had been a potent blend of conversation and desire, culminating in a shared exploration of each other's bodies. The lingering warmth and the memory of her wetness had painted a vivid picture in my mind – a morning encounter that promised both pleasure and a touch of playful anticipation. I’m an early riser, and the thought of stealing a few moments with her before she fully awoke was enough to propel me out of bed well before dawn. The insistent pull of my own arousal made the wait agonizingly slow.

As I slipped into the bedroom, the sight of her nestled against the pillows, a picture of serene slumber, confirmed my suspicions. Naked and sprawled across the sheets, her breasts and the swell of her clitoris were laid bare, a silent invitation to the morning’s planned indulgence. A quick, gentle massage of her breasts, followed by a tender kiss on her forehead, acknowledged her request for a little more time. Reluctantly, I retreated to the living room, seeking refuge from the escalating tension. I buried myself in a book, determined to quell the insistent urges that threatened to overwhelm me, but the anticipation gnawed at my senses. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, fueled by the knowledge that our rendezvous was just around the corner.

The anticipation built steadily, a delicious torment that heightened the pleasure to come. The world outside seemed muted, the sounds of the city fading into a background hum as my focus narrowed to the single, electrifying thought of her. Finally, after what felt like an age, I returned to the bedroom, ready to fulfill her promise. She rose from the bed, a playful glint in her eyes, and followed me back to the living room, posing a cheeky question about my readiness for the morning encounter.

“Oh, yes!” I replied, a surge of excitement coursing through me. Pulling down the heavy curtains, I created a sense of seclusion, casting a dim glow from the balcony light onto the scene – a small element of risk, but one that added to the thrill. I moved to the sofa, positioning myself strategically to face her, leaving ample space for her to sink in comfortably. My hard-on quickly swelled, a visible testament to my mounting excitement. As she gracefully settled in front of me, her body a tantalizing display of curves and sensitivity, I reached down, pulling out my cock and kicking my pants away in a provocative display. Her hands eagerly took hold, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She began licking the length of my shaft, her moans escalating as she savored the sensation. Her gaze, filled with a mixture of anticipation and desire, was a captivating sight.

The morning sun began to peek through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm light on our bodies. I felt a primal urge to escape the confines of the room and take our pleasure outdoors, but the intimacy of the moment held me captive. Instead, I focused on stimulating her response, guiding her movements with gentle pressure and encouraging moans. As she grew more aroused, I began to build momentum, drawing her closer and closer until she was practically pressed against me.

With a playful smirk, I leaned forward, pulling my legs closer and positioning myself for a face-fuck. The anticipation intensified as I anticipated the sensation of her lips on my most sensitive parts. She seemed to understand my intentions, slowing her pace as she prepared for the upcoming encounter. Her hand quickly found my balls, her grip firm and purposeful. As I shifted my hips, bringing my face closer to hers, a wave of pleasure washed over me. Her lips traced the contours of my shaft, her tongue exploring every inch of its length and head. The heat of her breath mingled with the scent of her arousal, a heady combination that heightened my senses.

As my body reached its peak, my orgasm exploded, a torrent of pleasure that spilled out through my body. She leaned into me, her body shaking with the force of her own release. I held her head firmly in place, savoring every moment of this shared experience. Her hand continued to caress my balls, her touch a soothing balm to my throbbing muscles. The morning sun streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the world slowly began to awaken, oblivious to the intense pleasure unfolding within the confines of our sanctuary.

As the initial wave of pleasure subsided, I took the opportunity to transition into a more intimate encounter. I shifted my hips forward, pushing her breasts towards me. She responded by sucking on my shaft, her mouth wrapped around its base, while her hand continued to caress my legs. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control. I shifted my weight, finding a comfortable position that allowed me to maintain control of the pace and depth of her movements.

As she continued to explore my body, I looked out across the street, scanning the surroundings for any signs of intrusion. The thought of someone witnessing this private moment was both intriguing and slightly unsettling. After a few moments of observation, I returned my attention to her, finding her mouth still firmly attached to my shaft. Her body continued to shake with pleasure, her moans a testament to her enjoyment. The sun climbed higher in the sky, bathing the room in a golden light. The air grew warmer, filled with the scent of sweat and arousal.

Determined to prolong the pleasure, I shifted my weight again, pulling myself closer to her. My hand found the back of her head, holding her firmly in place as I continued to push my cock into her mouth. Her body convulsed with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more intense. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of her lips on my most sensitive parts.

As I reached the height of my arousal, I let out a primal scream, a release of all the pent-up tension and desire. Her body responded in kind, her movements becoming more frenzied and desperate. The heat of our bodies mingled together, creating an atmosphere of pure bliss. I continued to face-fuck her until the last possible moment, savoring every inch of her pleasure. Finally, as my orgasm subsided, I gently released her head, allowing her to catch her breath.

She leaned into me, her body still shaking slightly. Her hand continued to caress my balls, her touch a soothing balm to my throbbing muscles. As we lay there, intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and bodies, we both knew that this morning encounter would be etched in our memories forever. The anticipation, the pleasure, and the intimacy had created a bond that was stronger than ever before. As the day unfolded, we continued to share moments of passion and connection, both in the bedroom and beyond. The thought of our next morning bj/facefuck already filled my mind, promising another day filled with intense pleasure and unforgettable memories.

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