I travel down his abdomen, tracing each curve of his body with my tongue. It’s pure art, he’s pure art. My breasts glide over his chest, his body, my nipples becoming hard in the slow eroticism of my maneuvers. His cock twitches against my stomach, his tip wet from a tiny droplet of his flavor. I already know the desperation of my mouth. 

I roll my hips, teasing and enticing his cock, letting him feel the soaked wetness of my cunt. It’s a heady feeling, myself control waning in the thought of rolling my hips and sliding him into me. 

He grabs my breasts, forceful and urgent. Trying to pull me up to his mouth. I lean up, gliding my cunt across his chest. Trailing the evidence of my desire up his body. He bits my nipples, inhaling the soft supple flesh. I bite my lips to hold in my moans. My mind becomes filled with the desire to sit upon his face. I start lifting myself and he adjusts, placing his mouth on my lips and licking my folds, his tongue finds my center, and I can feel heavens gate opening, before I can fathom his trails his tongue to my ass, and it’s at that moment I cum. 

His hands grab my hips holding me down, drinking me in. I grind his face reeling from the euphoria. He lowers me, taking the position above me. Crawling up to my mouth and kisses me. I melt into him. He chuckles as my eyes slowly open. His long legs, spreading my thighs, he opens my mouth with his kiss, and pushes his massive length inside me. 

His cock always hurting on that first long thrust, always sending me into shock as it fills me. I bite his mouth, holding in my breathe, arching my neck, clawing at his hair. He pulls out, only to powerfully thrust back in. I scream under the weight of cock. My cunt stretching itself greedily. 

“Shhhhh.” He tells me, thrusting back in. 

The day has changed, the sun dwindling beyond the horizon. This is how I awoke, filled with him, in every hole, like every morning, and this is how I spend every night, filled to the rim with my love for him.