Calling
In Sick
The alarm clock goes off. Where did the night go? I shut it off and
cuddle closer within your arms. I drift back to sleep. I wake a short
while later with harden nipples, goose bumps cover my flesh. My body
is alive with desire. I look at you and see the love bite on your
shoulder, I see scratch marks on your chest. Evidence of our lovemaking
last night. It was late when you got home last night. I was fast asleep.
You weren’t supposed to be here until the morning. I had fallen
asleep fantasizing what I would do with you once you were in my arms.
I began dreaming of strong hands rubbing warm oil on my body. It smells
of lavender. A sexy sultry voice whispering in my ear, sensuous words
urge me to wake. This dream is too good to wake from. In this dream,
slick fingers move up and down my crack, toying with my clit. The
voice is urging me to open. Long fingers massage my lips before delving
inside of me. The voice is no longer in my ear, I feel wetness on
my dark hole as the fingers move deeper inside me, coating the fingers
with my juices. A tongue is pushing at my dark gate, I raise my hips
up to meet it. A finger replaces the tongue, I push against it until
both tunnels are filled. I’m being stroked slowly, dreamily.
The voice returns with a sultry summons, demanding me to wake. My
body begins to tremble. My orgasm is swift and hard.
I open my eyes, foggy from my dream. The room is brightly lit, filled
with candles. I look in the mirror and see you smiling at me. You
turn me on my back, I reach my arms out to you. Kissing passionately,
you thrust inside of me swiftly. I know this isn’t a dream. We
begin slow but soon become urgent. Satisfying our hunger from you
being gone. The aroma of lust fills the room with a hint of lavender.
Hands roam over your body. You move my legs to your shoulders so you
can be deeper. Your body glistens with sweat as you pound in and out
of me. Ravaging my body. Primitive, animalistic sounds escape your
lips. I can’t take my eyes away from your face. I begin to spiral
towards ecstasy. I feel your body stiffen, before you explode inside
of me. My pussy clenching around your rod as you cum. I open my legs
and you collapse on top of me and I hold you tighter to me. Feeling
every jerk and twitch as you finish shooting inside me causes me to
explode, that’s when I bit you. Squeezing him as he grows soft
inside of me. Our mixed juices drip down my crack. I drift back to
sleep holding you in my arms.
I wake a short while later. Some of the candles have burned out. Feeling
your hardness against my cheek. You move slightly and he slides home
within me. Our legs entwined like scissors. You stroke slowly, teasing
me. Hands clasping each other, toes run through your chest hair. I
unwrap one leg up beside the other to bring you deeper. You don’t
quicken your pace, you still take your time with your loving strokes.
Our eyes are glued to each other as we enjoy this slow dance. My hips,
moving in circles as he plunges. You fill me deeply, working your
magic circle and I explode once again. Screaming then scratching and
pulling your chest hair as I ride the wave of ecstasy. You remain
deep. I feel my muscles twitch around him before I feel you explode.
Enough of the memories of last night. I’m going to be late for
work. My body is still taut with desire but you are sleeping soundly.
I know you’re tired after driving the long trip home last night.
Pulling overtime for two weeks straight to spend more time at home
with me. If I woke you now, I’d never make it to work and you
need to rest. I have plans for you when I return from my job. I step
in the shower. I can’t resist lowering the handheld nozzle to
pleasure myself. The pulse of the water and the memory of your lovemaking
brings me to orgasm quickly again. I try to be quiet as I cum, so
I don’t wake you. You must be exhausted. I quickly get ready
for work. I can’t be late again. I watch you sleep as I dress.
Knowing if you were awake, I wouldn’t be able to keep my clothes
on long. I’m finally ready. I lean over and give you a light
kiss on your lips. My thumb strokes your lower lip that I sucked on
last night.
I run down the stairs, before I reach the door I hear you call my
name. I stop and watch you run down to me. I’m pushed against
the door as you kiss me ravagely. My body responds instantly. A moan
escapes my lips. Nipples bore against you. Hands slide up my stockings.
I hear you chuckle when your hand touches bare skin and you realize
I’m wearing stockings with a garter. Hands wander up, a thumb
slides under my thong and pushes in to the side. Still caught up in
your kiss, you lift me up and lower me onto your hardness. I drop
my purse and hear the contents scatter. Legs wrap around you. My shirt
is lifted up and you begin to suckle my breast. I don’t care
if I’m late, all that matters is you. Feeding my hunger, satisfying
my insatiable hunger for you. Being pinned against the door transports
me to the plane of pleasure I dream of.
After our hunger is satisfied, I hurriedly gather stuff from my purse.
I feel our juices trickle down my leg - I begin to run upstairs to
clean up. I’m going to get fired. You pull me towards you, lift
my skirt and bend down. Coarse stubble scrapes my thighs before I
feel the wetness of your tongue. Savoring the taste of us. I reach
in my purse, dial the number, your tongue travels upwards. My breath
quickens, I have to remain calm. A tongue is swirling around my clit.
‘Hello’ I hear on the line. The tongue is now swirling inside
of me. With a shaky voice, I ask her to let my boss know that I won’t
be in today. I can’t get out of bed.
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