Alarm Clock

I honestly just woke up this morning wired.  I could feel her body heat next to me and I thought about it.  My alarm had already gone off, the extra 30 minutes I left for showering could be used so I could shower in her juices.

That feeling was strong.  That carnal desire that awakens deep within you.  Sometimes it can hit you anywhere but it’s in those moments when you can’t handle it your stomach churns just a little.  The longer I contemplated waking her up the more it burned me.  For a few seconds I understood what Paul meant about burning with passion.  I can’t control it sometimes.  I’m an animal—and I know she loves that side of me.  Good thing I followed the first half of that verse and realized it was better to get married.

Damn it! I couldn’t handle it anymore.  Those covers were off before my cock could get any harder.  She laid there unaware—the heavy sleeper that she is.  Curvy, large breast, smooth pussy, just waiting for me, topped off with some freckles that I loved so much.

My mouth dived right into that smooth pink pussy of hers.  I heard that familiar ‘HA!’ as I shocked her out of sleep then the ‘Aaaah!’ as she felt my tongue tell her secrets only she could hear through her clit.

These weren’t gentle secrets.  These weren’t third grade secrets that little girls told around the lunch table when they had crushes on a certain boy; no, these were grown folk secrets.  Developed secrets awakened by a passion fueled by desire.  It told a story of hunger unsated and a need to be filled by a release deep down within her wet hole.

My tongue swirled and flicked.  My head moved with a friction that pressed my lips through hers.  I groaned and moaned as she started to melt in my mouth, she tasted so sweet.  Her legs trembled and normally I loved the feeling of them quivering around my head but no games were to be played this morning.  I wrapped my arms around those juicy thighs of hers and held her down.  She struggled against me but her moans only got louder.

She was drenched and I was rushing so much I felt like I would just pop right there.  I was playing around too much.  That early morning pussy always tasted so delectable and the smell would stay with me all day but I needed to take her taste her.

I leaned up and threw her onto her hands and knees.  She went face down ass up giving me a gorgeous view of that big ass of hers.  Her pussy gleamed in the dim lighting coming from the window and her little asshole was a cute little button to tease another time.

I slid in easier than butter on a hot fresh hot cake from Mickey-D’s.  I went in quick and deep and she screamed in her pillow with ecstasy.  Because it was so early in the morning she was tight and her pussy gripped my dark cock with sheer power.  My hands on her hips, I took no prisoners and pounded her into a pulp.

My cock was strong delivering each blow deep inside of her.  Her hands gripped the bed sheets.  She had a smile on her face as her red hair flew everywhere.  It was tossed and spread thinly shading that pretty face as each sensuous cry left those smooth lips.  Her ass jiggled with each thrust.  My hips made a satisfying smack.  My cock buried in deep, my cum filled balls, smacked against her clit reminding it that it was still important.

She threw her hair back and cried out as she climaxed with me deep inside her.  As the orgasm rippled through her I knew that she was going to get weak and I wasn’t having that this morning.  Before it ended I grabbed her hair and pulled it back.

“Yes!” she cried as I tugged on a fistful. I love my wife’s long hair, it made moments like this so easy.  As I yanked with one hand the other smacked her ass.  She screamed again and I gave her a couple of more smacks.  She was melting underneath me; each thrust was another slide of her knees until she was laying down on her stomach.  I put my knees on either side of her thighs and kept going like I didn’t have to stop.

My hands grabbed her ass cheeks lifting them slightly so I could go a little deeper.  I didn’t know where my thrust ended and her moans began; they were synonymous with each other.  I was swirling and she was getting one hell of a good morning.  I was getting close especially when she climaxed on me again.

I slid out when she calmed down from it and smacked her on the ass and said, “Stop being lazy and get back up.”

She chuckled through a sigh and got back on her hands and knees.  “I’m not being lazy,” she said defiantly.

“Oh yes you are!” I said reaching my hand underneath and smacking her clit.  Her whole body shook uncontrollably as I began to spin it around. It didn’t take her but seconds to squirt in my hand.  I kept messing with her clit as her love jucies sprayed everywhere and the satisfying sound of splashing reached my ears.

I took what was still on my hands and lubed my cock.  I slid a finger down the opening of my head knowing how sensitive I’d be.  As the chills ran through my body I grabbed her hips again and popped back in.

I love holding her hair when I cum because as I fill her up she gets weak and her body just wants to lay down.  But when I’m holding her hair she has to stay up.  As I grabbed another fistful and locked it with the twirl of my hand I felt the pressure build.  I was so close I could feel my head expand as I reached the peak.

She was so wet, so hot.  My head was whirling with all the moans she had made.  I started to go faster with each thrust.  Each thrust increased with power and a part of me wonder how she was able to take each hit and love every second when she couldn’t even handle me lightly pinching her arm.

I lost the resolve to hold in my seed.  One final thrust and I let out a loud groan as I felt my cock spurt inside.  She cried out with me, unable to fall over as I gave her every last drop.

When my cock had finally finished I let her hair go and watched as she slid off of me and onto the bed with a contented sigh.  I kneeled there catching my breath and feeling alive.  Small aftershocks rippled through my still, very erect, cock and I wish I could just spend all day with her and do this over and over.

That’s when my alarm went off for the second time.  I looked around the room shocked as Andy Mineo’s Uncomfortable started playing.  My cock was still hard until I realized that everything I just experienced was all a dream and almost instantly I was soft.

I sighed upset that I had reset my alarm and dreamt it all instead of doing it.  Hopping out of bed I started getting ready for the day; happy that it was my Friday.  Only a few more hours until that dream could became a reality.