lustygeist

I can't stop thinking about getting my cum into your warm pussy.

It's been nearly an hour, but every attempt at clearing my mind is derailed by the graphic imaginings of my desire. I reach down to squeeze my aching cock—it's been hard for just as long as I've been trying to get to sleep.

Desire?

Clearly not strong enough a word. There's only one way I'm getting to sleep tonight.

Moving carefully so I don't wake you, I slide out from under the sheets and sit up. It's a hot summer night, so you're not under the covers. You are also not wearing anything, as usual when we're home alone. There are no lights on inside or anywhere nearby, but it's a clear night out and the moon provides enough light for me to make out details. I take a moment to drink in the sight of you.

You're asleep on your back, which is usual for you. Your right arm is down at your side, your left stretched out so that your hand dangles over the side of the bed. Your legs are spread, your right bent at a slight angle while your left points straight to the bottom of the bed. Your plump breasts rest on your slowly expanding and contracting chest, and I imagine them dancing to a more vigorous pace. My cock pulses in my hand, pressing hard against my firm grip, and I bite my lower lip to keep from groaning.

I slowly make my way around the side of the bed, brushing your hand with my leg as I do. You don't stir. You're a heavy sleeper—a delightful fact that more than makes up for my wish that you would prefer to sleep on your stomach rather than your back. I do wistfully imagine what it would be like to be studying the sensuous curve of your ass as I come to stand mid-bed, right about where your hips are, but I'm pulled back to reality when my gaze falls upon the dark spot between your legs.

Pussy.

My pussy.

I let go of my cock, using the freedom to grab our lubricant off the shelf above the bed's headboard. I squeeze a healthy dollop into my palm, and then I wrap my hand around my cock again and give it a few thorough strokes to get lubed up. One hand still gripping my engorged member, I put my right knee up on the bed and swing my left leg over your left. On the bed, I shuffle one more time so that both of my knees are between your legs. I slowly spread my legs, forcing yours open even further.

A little snort, a flick of your hand—that's all the reaction I get as I force your legs wide enough to make room for my body. I fucking love how heavily you sleep.

Using my hand as a guide, I set the tip of my dick against your labia. When I'm lined up, I slide into you with a smooth thrust, not hard and fast, but not sneaky slow. At the same time, I cover your mouth with my left hand.

Your eyelids snap open and your hands instantly grab my arm at my wrist and a bit farther up, near my elbow. You try to close your legs, squeezing me in the process.

“Stop.”

I whisper the word, but you hear my voice and your body obeys immediately. Your hands don't move from my arm, but the intensity of your grip scales down from panic to familiarity. Your legs don't stop squeezing me, but now you're not trying to close them—you're pulling me into you, wrapping your calves across my lower back and locking your ankles together.

You give me the slightest of nods, and I pull my hand away from your mouth. I press my chest against yours and wrap my arms behind your back so that my hands are on your shoulders, pulling you down, impaling you on my pulsing sex. My mouth is centimeters from you ear, and I whisper again, even more quietly.

“Take my cum.”

Obediently, you start to move. I have a firm grip on your shoulders and I keep my cock fully sheathed inside you, so you settle on a rhythmic grinding. I enjoy a few beats before I join in, grinding in counter-motion to your movements. Your hands find their way to the back of my head, where your fingers tangle themselves in my hair. Placing your lips directly against my ear, you moan quietly.

You know what I like.

My heartbeat quickens and my grinding becomes fierce—desperate. My breath comes in shallow bursts and sweat beads on my skin all over my body. You're covered in sweat now, too, and you continue to moan right into my ear. You are skillfully quiet, but each delicious sound from your mouth fills my head and pushes out all thought.

I am nothing but sensation in the dark. Fire in my abs, my glutes, my calves. A different sort of fire at the base of my dick, a growing inferno that consumes all, until—in an explosion of fluid—my vision is colored with the searing, white heat of my orgasm.

Feeling me cum, you squeeze my phallus with your pussy, milking every drop of semen out of me. My good girl. We lay there for several minutes—my cock throbbing and pumping more cum into you with each pulse, your pussy contracting and releasing over and over again in sync with my ejaculations—until our racing hearts slow and our breathing becomes more regular.

“Thank you, my love, for the gift of your cum,” you whisper into my ear.

I kiss your shoulder, then your neck. I bring my mouth to your ear and nibble your lobe.

“You're welcome, mi amor. Now—”

I untangle myself and pull away from you. We both sigh as my cock comes out of you, and that brings a smile to my face. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, then I take a few steps forward to bring my dick closer to your face.

You don't need to be told what to do, and you take your cleaning duties seriously: first you take my entire cock in your mouth to clean off the bulk of our fluids, and then you use your hands and your tongue to carefully go over every inch of skin on my penis and around my balls, licking me clean of any sexual stickiness.

When you're done, I bend down to give you a kiss. I taste myself when my tongue slides inside your mouth, then again when yours slips into my mine.

“Go to sleep, love,” I whisper as I pull away. “Remember that we're filming with Jordan tomorrow. I want you well rested for him—you know that boy can fuck for days.”

“Yes, my love,” you whisper back, giving my softening cock one last squeeze with your hand before you drop your arms and you start trying to get back to sleep. I carefully climb into bed and close my eyes. Blissfully, my mind is a blank void. I drift to sleep in minutes, a smile on my face.