Part 2 The Fantasy Comes to Life He stirs at my touch, inst..

Part 2
The Fantasy Comes to Life

He stirs at my touch, instinctively tightening his arms around me.

I can feel the warmth of his breath, and I wonder if the same moist heat is radiating from my pussy as I push back into him.

His cock begins to come alive, pressing into me as though begging for my touch.

I realize he is still halfway asleep, his body reacting in a purely physical manner.

It brings everything down to such a basic level, this instinctive need for another person's touch.

I reach down and touch the head of his cock.

I can feel the precum already leaking and part of me wants to slip under the covers and have a taste.

But I decide to stay with my plan, which has now become a craving, for him to come fully awake while buried deep in my twat.

I move his manhood between my legs, gasping aloud at the tremor I feel when it slides over my now swollen clit.

Our bodies are perfectly aligned, my smaller stature being enveloped by his large frame.

I spread my thighs apart and guide him in.

I’m shocked at the thrill, the rush that overcomes me.

I feel in control and yet as though I were giving myself completely to him.

The mind truly is the biggest sexual organ, and my head is spinning with desire, power, and tenderness for my lover.

Light is beginning to seep through the plantation shutters, the world outside coming alive, but the room is still shadowed and silent.

As I wiggle back onto his cock I can hear my wetness, the sound instantly bringing me to that place where I am totally lost in and living for the moment.

I let out a small gasp at the sheer pleasure, and he moans, seemingly in response.

Without speaking a word he finds my rhythm and we begin to make love, his hands softly brushing the hair from my neck.

His kisses are warm and loving, and I feel as though I could drown in the moment.

He slides in and out of me with ease, which always astounds him because I am so tight.

We move like this, two as one, as time stands still, and he lovingly brings me to my first orgasm.

My cries of pleasure become a driving force for him, fueling an already burning fire. He doesn’t allow my orgasm to subside before he begins to fuck me hard.

He has learned, from our numerous encounters to tear up the sheets, that I am able to reach a second orgasm while in the flow of the first. It’s tough, but I can do it, given the right partner.

This knowledge flows through my crazy mind as my second orgasm begins to mingle with my first.

As my body starts to tremble he grasps my shoulders, slamming as deeply into me as he can, sending my world into an explosion of stars and cries of ecstasy.

I feel myself returning to earth as he flips me over and pushes my tight ass up.

Gripping at the headboard, lost in a state of orgasm and growing desire, I beg him to fuck me.

“I want it hard this time”, I say, knowing he has and will always give me what I want.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.

My face is buried in a nest of satin pillows and twisted sheets as he pounds into me, hard, fast, and with a determination I have come to love in him.

He never leaves me hanging or wanting more.

I don’t know if it’s due to the sound or the feel, but as he slaps my ass I fall over the edge once again, my nails clawing at the pillows as he pulls at my hair.

“I’m not done with you, “ he exclaims in a hoarse whisper.

Before I knew it he has me laying flat on my belly, pushing my legs apart with his knee.

In push up style he thrust into me with no mercy. I could feel my cum, our sweat, beginning to almost flow down my thighs.

He spread my ass apart, enabling himself to plunge even deeper into me.

I find myself caught in that magical place between pleasure and pain, where my orgasms seem to flow, one into another.

I feel it through my entire body as he drives into me one last time, letting out a howling moan as we both explode in mutual orgasm.

My legs, shaking uncontrollably, won’t seem to work, so we don’t bother to untangle our limbs from one another.

We lay there, him collapsing next to me until we can both catch our breath and stop the room from spinning.

“That was amazing babe,” I say while breathing, almost panting, rapidly.

Our sex, from love making to fucking, is always the best, each time seeming to take me deeper into a world of bliss I never knew existed.

We lay there like that, stroking each other's sweaty skin, lightly kissing, until I gave him that look.

He knew it well and as I guided his hand to my thighs I whispered “There’s a sweet mixture of our cum beginning to run down my thighs.”

All mornings should begin like this!