“Good morning” I murmur to him.
“Yes, it is a good morning” is his reply as he gently squeezed that nipple.
A soft moan escapes my lips. My nipple was ultra sensitive from the quick 2 hour play session SG and I had Saturday morning. So the way he was playing with it was enough to wake up my pussy.
He squeezed it a bit more firmly resulting in another moan from me, then he would start circling the nipple lazily again until he grabbed it for another squeeze and another moan. This cycle of nipple play and moan continued until he reached over and took hold of the other nipple doing the same thing.
And between my legs, I could feel each squeeze. A tingling of pleasure would shoot straight into my pussy.
“Feel what you are doing to me!” I moaned as I took one of his hands and placed it so he could feel how wet my pussy had become.
“Mmm!” was his only reply as he stroked my clit.
“What am I doing? You do it!” And he took my hand and placed it on my clit and resumed his nipple play.
I stroked my clit as I could. Each time the pleasure would shoot into my pussy – the pleasure from my nipples being squeezed, I was distracted. Not able to focus on my clit or my own orgasm as the pleasure would overtake me each time.
He readjusted himself giving me his cock to suck as he fingered my pussy – taking a break from my nipples so that I could cum.
As I did that and stroked my clit, building up to an orgasm, he told me his plans for the night. His desire to lace me into my corset, spank me, then fuck me hard….maybe my ass. Those words, like his fingers on my nipples, went straight to my pussy and helped push me over into an orgasm.
Then knowing me well, he slid me around so he could fuck me – feeling my wetness and heat for himself. And the minute his cock filled me, a moan escaped his lips this time as well as my own As he fucked me, I held him tight – whispering to him exactly what his actions had done to me moments before. The words combined with everything else had him cumming quickly.
As we both laid there wrapped in each other’s arms, catching our breath, we hear the familiar shuffling of feet and the slam of the upstairs bathroom.
“I guess that’s our cue that we should begin our Monday.”
“Yeah, and I don’t think we could have timed that any better – reaching orgasms at the same time the kid’s alarm went off.”