Morning Cock & Coconut Oil

The insistent warmth radiating from beneath the linen was the first thing I registered, a gentle hum vibrating through the mattress. My eyes fluttered open, slow at first, then snapping fully into focus. He was there, sprawled on his side, a slow, deliberate twitch of his cock punctuating the silence. The morning light, filtering through the sheer curtains, painted his skin in a soft, golden hue, highlighting the subtle curve of his hips and the powerful muscles in his thighs. He was already lost in the pleasure of his own making, a silent testament to the potent desires that simmered beneath the surface of our shared sleep. It was a familiar scene, one that held a certain comfort, a delicious predictability. But today, something felt different, a heightened awareness, a desperate need to take control.

“Hang on,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep and a sudden surge of anticipation. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, careful not to disturb his repose, and padded over to the nightstand. My fingers danced across the smooth wood, locating the small drawer that held my essentials. Inside, nestled amongst the lipstick and perfume, lay a bottle of pure, unadulterated coconut oil. It was my guilty pleasure, my secret weapon for unleashing primal urges. With a decisive movement, I retrieved the bottle and turned back to him, a playful glint in my eyes.

“I won’t let that magnificent cock go unattended,” I declared, my voice laced with a touch of dominance. I unscrewed the cap, the scent of tropical paradise filling the air, and began to apply a generous layer of the oil to my hands. The cool, silky texture felt exquisite against my skin, a prelude to the sensations to come. As I started to stroke him, slowly, deliberately, I felt my own body begin to awaken. The warmth of his skin, the rhythmic pulse of his blood, the sheer power of his arousal – it was intoxicating. The initial shivers gave way to a deep, resonant pleasure, pulling me deeper and deeper into the experience. My breathing became heavier, more urgent, as I lost myself in the exquisite pleasure of his submission.

I lowered myself onto my knees, drawing closer to him, my body molding to his form. The scent of coconut oil mingled with his own musk, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma. With a gentle but firm grip, I began to suckle his shaft, my lips tracing every curve, every ridge. It wasn’t just about the physical act; it was about claiming him, possessing him, experiencing his pleasure as if it were my own. The sensation intensified, building to a crescendo of anticipation. I tugged playfully at his balls, teasing him with the promise of release. He moaned softly, a low rumble that vibrated through my body, confirming my suspicions that he was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

As I continued my assault, my arousal reached its peak. The walls of my body began to tingle, and a wave of heat washed over me. The pleasure became unbearable, a desperate need to lose control, to surrender to the moment. Without warning, I launched myself forward, sinking my mouth deep into his shaft. The friction was intense, both a source of pleasure and pain, but I didn’t hesitate. I poured all my pent-up desire into that single, desperate thrust. The world around me dissolved, replaced by the raw, unbridled pleasure of the moment.

A guttural cry escaped my lips as the pleasure reached its climax. I rolled onto my side, pressing my ass against his, my body writhing with the lingering sensations. He responded immediately, pushing harder, deeper, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. The feeling was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me. But I clung to the edge, savoring every moment, every pulse, every tremor.

As the initial wave of pleasure subsided, he slowed down, his movements becoming more deliberate, more controlled. He began to stroke my body, teasing my nipples, drawing out the lingering pleasure. The heat returned, intensified by his touch. It was a slow, sensual dance, a carefully orchestrated symphony of pleasure and desire.

Then, without warning, he shifted his position, sliding behind me, taking the spooning position. The feeling was exquisite, a perfect balance of support and intimacy. I arched my back, allowing him to fully explore my body, my breath catching in my throat with anticipation.

“Ohhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhhh,” I moaned, my voice barely audible. The sensation was overwhelming, a feeling of pure, unadulterated bliss. Every inch of my body tingled, every nerve ending ignited. I lost all sense of self, dissolving into the moment, becoming one with the pleasure.

He accelerated his pace, pushing deeper into my body, hitting my G-spot with increasing force. The pain was exquisite, a delicious agony that only intensified the pleasure. "Oh, God! I'm cumming! Oh, yes, baby!" I cried out, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. The waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me weak and spent, but utterly satisfied.

I rolled over, seeking a cool spot on the bed, and began to ride him cowgirl-style. I ground myself against him, grinding slowly, deliberately, as he squeezed and sucked my tits. The sensation was intense, both stimulating and overwhelming. The heat built up, threatening to erupt in another wave of pleasure. I pushed against his resistance, determined to take control, to explore every inch of his arousal.

In a matter of moments, I had a long, intense orgasm, my body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Without hesitation, I shifted my weight, taking the reverse-cowgirl position. I rode him slowly, deliberately, pulling him closer and closer, as he licked my face with increasing fervor. The heat intensified, reaching a fever pitch. As he drew near to climax, my body trembled uncontrollably.

Then, with a final, desperate thrust, he exploded in my mouth, showering me with his seed. The taste was salty, spicy, and utterly intoxicating. I closed my eyes, savoring every moment, every sensation. It was a perfect ending, a culmination of desire and pleasure.

As the last traces of pleasure faded, I lay there, breathless and spent, feeling utterly exhausted yet deeply fulfilled. The warmth of his body still lingered, a comforting reminder of the intense connection we shared. Looking over at him, I saw his eyes closed, his face relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips. It was a beautiful sight, a testament to the power of our shared desires.

“I love having hot sex with my man!” I whispered, my voice filled with contentment. “It is the best way to start a Saturday morning. Oh, yeah, baby!” I leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. It was a perfect start to the day, a reminder of the passion and pleasure that lay beneath the surface of our lives.

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