Chloe
Chloe feels like it’s the first day of the rest of her life. She doesn’t remember ever being this happy. Danielle is off back in New York, and Chloe is here with the man of her dreams. He’s naked and asleep. The sun is coming in through the windows and lighting up a patch on his chest. She runs her fingers through his chest hair. It’s soft and scratchy both at once, and it feels good to touch him like this. The sheet is draped at his waist, and as she starts kissing down his chest, laving his nipple, she sees the sheet stir. He’s getting hard. She works her way down his chest, kissing, sucking, biting. He’s still asleep, but his breathing has picked up, getting harsher.
The sheet is fully tented now by his erection, and she pulls it back to look. He’s untrimmed, manly, and hairy. His chest has a small smattering of hair across the center by his pecs and then a trail of hair leading downward to his cock. It stands up so lovely for her in a thatch of dark hair. She pumps him once, twice.Gathering wetness at the tip and smoothing it down. He’s uncut. Thick and long with a prominent vein running along his shaft. She hasn’t had the opportunity to really look at him like this. Study him. He has no scars, no freckles, no tattoos. His skin is tan and smooth. He’s toned, thick and muscled, big and strong.
She kisses his chest again before she starts stroking him. His brow furrows, and his mouth parts a little on a soft moan. She scoots down, settling in between his spread legs and licks the tip of his cock. It’s salty, manly. She licks again, longer with the full width of her tongue, and he twitches in her palm.
Running her hand up and down his thigh, raking through the hair there, before she thumbs at his balls. She kisses the tip. Lightly at first, soft kisses with the press of her lips to show his cock appreciation. When she rolls her tongue around the tip, she feels the moment he wakes up.
“Fuck Chloe. What are you doing?” He raises up on his elbows to look at her.
“I thought you might like to wake up to a morning blowjob,” she says, pumping his dick slowly.
“Only if I get to make you come afterwards, baby.” He lies back down and drops a hand into her hair, not holding, not pushing. But raking his hands slowly through her hair, brushing it back off her face, thumb circling her temple. It’s sweet, loving.
She bends her head, taking his ball into her mouth, rolling it around, and sucking. His thighs tense under her. She moves to the other one, paying it as much attention. Sliding up, she goes back to the head of his cock, kissing and sucking on the tip before bobbing down to take more. Up and down she goes, taking more in each time.
Chloe sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks as she pulls up. His breathing is getting louder; she wants to make him moan. She takes him as far down as she can, all the way to the root, so his hair tickles her nose.
“You gonna choke on my cock, baby? You want me deep like that?” She hums in response and takes him till she begins to gag. He moans softly, and it increases as she sucks hard on her way back up. She keeps going, bobbing quicker and stroking the shaft with her hand. He’s getting close, she can tell. When she presses two fingers into the spot behind his balls, she feels him tense and then relax on a moan. She keeps her fingers there on his taint and presses on it and rubs in a circular motion. His thighs tense and then empty into her mouth with a long moan.
He pulls her up quickly so she’s straddling his lap and kissing her deeply. She knows he must be able to taste himself on her, but he doesn’t seem to care, and she finds it incredibly arousing. His hands roam her back as she leans naked over him, squeezing her ass and nails dragging slightly on her skin, she shivers at the touch and he growls a little. His one hand moves to the front, squeezing and kneading her breast gently. He pinches her nipple. Not hard, just a tug and a small pinch, she wants it to be harder. His other hand is in her hair, running through the strands and cupping her cheek. She’s sitting on his abs and must be getting them wet with the way she’s rocking herself down on him in little aborted movements.
“Come up here, baby.”
She looks down, confused about what he means. He pulls her hips towards his head, and she slides up a little, bending down to try and kiss him again. He lets her, but it’s clear that’s not what hewas going for.
“Up here, sit that pretty pussy on my face.”
She blushes immediately. It’s intimate for her sex to be that close to him, pushing down on him like that.
“Come on, beautiful, I want to taste you. Sit on your man’s face, ride my tongue.”
Chloe obliges, knee walking up further till she’s straddling his face. He’s slid down further on the bed and lifts his head to kiss her there. She moans and tries not to rock down.
“Relax, you’re not going to hurt me.” He tugs her hips downward, and she complies, lowering herself till she feels his scruff on her sex. His hands are on her ass, massaging and squeezing as he starts to lick her open. It’s good, really good. She feels so open like this, legs spread wide with his face at her most private area. He licks and sucks on her clit. She squeezes her breasts and pinches her nipples hard, the way she likes it the most.
She can’t help the little thrusts onto his face. The way he seems to match his tongue movements to her rolling hips. It’s warm and wet, pleasure surging through her spine. She wants his fingers in her, better yet, his cock. But she wants to come like this, with just his tongue. His movements become faster, harder, and she lifts her hips involuntarily to move away. It’s not that she wants him to stop, because fuck she does not, it’s just so much sensation all at once. He clamps his hands on her hips. She drops one hand to his and squeezes, urging him to tighten his grip, which he does. She wonders if he’ll leave imprints on her. She could look at them for days and remember exactly what they were doing to put them there.
The warmth is spreading in her belly. The movement of her hips on his face becomes erratic. It’s somuch pleasure all at once. The scratch of his beard on her inner thighs and sex, his tongue working her in the most delicious of ways, his hands squeezing tight on her hips. She runs her fingers through his hair, tugging a little. He growls, and when she tugs harder, his growl gets louder and he tightens his grip on her hips. With a particularly hard lick to her clit she comes.
It’s waves and waves of pleasure. It seems never-ending, and she wants to pull back, but he holds onto her, urging her to bask in the pleasure he’s giving her. He sucks her clit throughout her long orgasm, running the tip of his tongue over it while his lips are sealed around it. When her orgasm finally recedes, she leans her body forward on the headboard. It feels like all her energy has been sucked out of her. That was by far the best orgasm she’s ever had, and the man she’s in love with was the one who gave it to her.
She sits up, moving off his face and down his body. His cheeks and mouth are wet with her, and she bends down to kiss him. He tastes sweet and she knows it’s her taste.
She wants more, she can’t believe it after the mind-blowing orgasm, but she wants more, wants to feel him inside her. When she peers over her shoulder, she sees he’s rock hard. He looks like he wants to say something, but smiles up at her instead. She feels the way his dick twitches under her palm. She strokes him one, two, three times before his hips buck up a little. She climbs over his long cock, putting it at her entrance and looking up at him. The only word she can think of to describe his face is fondness. He looks at her like he loves her, and that’s what she’s wanted for so long, what she’s been missing.
When she lowers herself down, it feels like he’s splitting her open. She widens her knees and takes him deep inside. He feels so good like this, a thick, long line inside her. She circles her hips. Feeling every inch deep inside her. She lifts up a little and goes back down. It’s a small movement, just to take the edge off, but she sees the way his body tenses, like he wants to fuck her hard and is restraining himself.
She moves up and down, slow and steady. They are both breathing hard, and she loves the feeling of him sliding in and out slowly. She tries to pick up speed, but her thighs burn and her hips stutter. He sits up, wrapping his arms around her back so she’s sitting on his lap with his cock still inside. They rock together. He pulls in and out as she bounces herself on him. It feels good, it hits deep inside her, and she can’t help the constant stream of moans that come out.
“Fuck me, Axel, please.”
“You want me to fuck you? Want me to fill up your pretty cunt with my dick?”
She moans in response to his dirty words, and he flips her on her back in an instant, still inside her, and begins thrusting deep and fast. Her legs are wrapped around his back, and the angle of her pelvis means she’s almost bent in half, taking him deep and fast.
“Harder, Axel, please.”
