Good Morning
I started this over a year ago. It was an experiment -- to see if I could write heterosexual sex. But then I got busy. Got a new job and moved and started a new job and sold my house and well, it just languished undone for the rest of the year. Then a couple of months ago, I decided to finish it, just to be done. And now, I'm posting it here. Somehow "publishing" it will help me feel it's complete.
I'm still not sure I like the end result. I'd love to go back in and add more story (spoiler alert: it's pretty much PWP). Think more about who these characters are and what they do. But, I suppose that's what happens when a story starts as an experiment instead of an inspiration.
Sarah and Elias are mine. Morning sex is the best thing. 6,900 words. NC-17.
Good Morning
Sarah squinted open her eyes, blurrily taking in the time on the alarm clock. The red block numbers bled together until her vision adjusted; 6:36. The morning light in the room was soft, lending a washed-out quality to everything, as if the bedroom were a painting that had been hanging too long in the sun. On the bedside table was an empty wine glass, a residual red tattoo marking the bottom of the clear goblet. Next to it was a tube of lip balm and the book she’d been reading the night before, a smaller paperback stuck between the pages to save her spot. She smiled, thinking how he would tease her for that. Hell, at least she hadn’t used the wine glass as a bookmark. Now that she thought of it, he’d probably chide her about drinking wine in bed, too.
A waking awareness started tugging at her senses and she became conscious of the warm body pressed along her back. She felt his languid, small movements against her. His hand on her hip lightly gripped the upward curve. It was possessive. Sure. Familiar. She arched back into his slow rhythm, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “Good morning, darling,” she said, her sleep-rusty voice cracking slightly.
“Good morning.” Elias hummed and pulled up the bed covers, keeping the comforter over their shoulders, and leaned in to kiss the back of her neck.
Sarah closed her eyes and relaxed into his kisses. His lips roused prickles of sensation that skittered along her freckled shoulders and down her spine. He nuzzled his face into the hair on the back of her head. His soft breathing, so close to her ear, made her shiver and she dropped her mouth open as her own breathing quickened.
She felt safe. Loved.
He wrapped his arm around her middle, and pressed his semi-hard cock against her ass, plastering his legs along the length of hers and intertwining their ankles.
Aroused.
“I love waking up like this,” she said.
Elias laughed, the kind of low, rumbling sound that existed only in his chest, never escaping into the air. It was a private laugh; their laugh. It was the one they shared here, where intimacy swung freely between laughter and want, the two emotions equally jubilant and melting together like colorful bits of wax.
He pulled her even closer and slowly, deliberately, moved his hips forward again, pressing his growing erection into the lower curve of her ass, and whispered into the warm skin of her neck.
“Me, too,” he said.
With his hips and hardening cock moving against her naked body, her simmering arousal cascaded through her, and she could feel her pussy starting to ache with need. She closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the fluffy bedding. The lingering tendrils of sleep clung to the buoyancy of her growing desire and suspended her in a place of buzzy perfection. She was warm. Content. She wanted more.
“Mmmm.” Sarah let out a long exhale tinged with the start of a whimper. She pressed her ass into his cock and brought one hand around to grasp the back of his neck. She held on as they began rutting in more purposeful unison, their breath quickening along with the motion of their hips.
“I take it back,” Sarah breathed out. “I love waking up like this.”
“I know,” he said, amusement in his voice. “Me, too.”
She laughed, the sound erupting into the quiet of the bedroom. Oh, how she'd missed him. How she always missed him when he was traveling for days at a time. She could never quite relax when he was gone. His absence created a tangible incompleteness in their household, a physical thing that joined them at the breakfast table or climbed into bed with her at night. His return restored the world to order.
Sarah angled her hips backward with a rolling, purposeful thrust. “Mmmmm...you know I can’t resist morning sex,” she said.
“Who said anything about sex?” he countered, his tone teasing. “I just missed you and wanted to cuddle.”
She stalled the movement of her hips and twisted her neck around to look into his smiling eyes, the edges crinkled with delight. “Bullshit,” she replied, leaning closer to place a soft and open kiss on his lips. She took a moment to enjoy the easy way their mouths fit together, relishing the lazy tangle of their lips and tongues, the tang of unbrushed teeth, the warmth of his breath on her face. Then she pulled away, returned her head forward and smiled, half into the pillow. “You just like making me work for it. Motherfucker.”
He laughed again as she pushed one of her legs backward between his, and rolled her body slightly toward him so she was resting some of her weight along his chest, still with her back to his front.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he started. “Clearly, you’re...oooh.”
His words disintegrated into a low groan as she resumed pulsing her hips, now with his cock firmly slotted in the space between her thighs.
“As I was saying…” Sarah moved her hand from his neck and ran it down his side. “Bull…” Her fingers grazed the top edge of the hair around his cock then traced the seam between his hip and thigh. “...shit.” His breathing had quieted, as if he needed to hold all the air in, anticipating where her touch might wander next. She reached around his hip and brushed her fingers across the slope of his ass. She spread her palm wide and grabbed on tightly as she pressed her hips back harder.
“OK...ooookay,” Elias said, breathing loudly and not bothering to stifle a long moan as he put his open mouth close to her ear and whispered. “You’re right. Jesus fuck...ohhhh...you’re so right. I definitely, definitely want to be inside you.”
“How convenient,” she said with a smirk, exhaling slowly through her nose. Her chest felt tight, stretched with the sounds she was holding in as she tried to focus only on his skin under her fingertips, on his sounds, on the security of his arm, still circling her middle. “Me, too.”
Their exhalations and unrestrained moans began to punctuate the morning stillness. She allowed herself to drift, closing her eyes once again and concentrating on every point, so many points, where their naked bodies touched. She lost herself to her building arousal, bubbling warm and deepy inside her belly. She let herself drift along with it, gasping whenever his cock grazed her ever-wetter pussy, causing it to clench up in anticipation. She balanced along its electric edge, enjoying the build-up and not yet wanting to tumble into it.
Elias brought his palm across her stomach, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh and pulling her into him even tighter. The shift changed their angle, and the head of his cock momentarily slid inside her.
“Fuck, yes-- God…” Sarah abandoned her restraint and took a giddy nosedive off that cliff, giving in to her arousal and for moment feeling separate from her body as she descended. She swiftly rolled her body around to face Elias and pull him in for an open kiss, immediately pushing her tongue into his eager mouth. It was deep and hungry and wet. Oh, how she wanted him. She gripped onto his face, as if trying to meld them into one. Her breaths were coming out in audible puffs and she hunched her shoulders up toward her ears as she poured every ounce of energy into her kisses, relishing his taste and his smell and his sounds. His mouth was so perfect against her own. There was almost nothing she liked more than losing all focus except for the way their tongues played together; the way they inhaled each other’s breaths. He sucked hard on her tongue and she couldn't stop her rumbling groan. She pushed herself even closer, pressing in so tightly she was sure they'd both emerge bruised. The movement was quickly met with a responding groan from him, the vibrations of it reverberating across her lips and down her throat.
She continued the motion of her hips, rubbing her pussy against his leg, his cock, his hip. Whatever was close. It didn’t matter. Desire was pulsing through her too strongly to stay still. He fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back, rushing in to kiss and lick the underside of her jaw.
“I love you like this,” he said as he kissed across her neck, pausing every few kisses to suckle at her warm skin. “I love when you get so desperate for it. I love the way you cling to me.”
He continued to descend, mouth open and tongue dragging across her shoulder, her collarbone, the dip between her tits. He palmed one breast, licking over its soft surface, then sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck-- goddammit, Eli.” Sarah threw her head back against the pillow and let out a low whimper.
He continued to suck at her nipple, moving his hand to massage the other breast. She arched up into him, turning her head to the side and biting at her lower lip, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Fuck.” The word fell quietly from her lips, a private prayer. Her eyes snapped open and she looped her wrists under his arms to pull him up toward her. “Please...please come here,” she said. “I need you.”
Sarah lifted her head from the pillow and stretched down to meet his mouth in a sloppy kiss. She licked along the inside of his upper lip and caught it gently between her teeth as she pulled away. “Please fuck me,” she said, looking into his eyes as he shuffled up the bed so he was on top of her, their noses touching. “Please.” She could feel his cock hard against her thigh, his chest pressing her into the bed. She loved the weight of him on top of her. She could feel his strength. His power over her. Like she belonged to him. Like he could keep her safe.
“God. Elias-- I want you. I want you so fucking much.”
Another kiss. Another lick. Another bite.
“Please...“ she slid her palms up to frame his face. “I need you inside of me. I -- I want you inside of me. Please, please. Please.”
He leaned to kiss her, placing a single peck to the side of her mouth. “No,” he said.
“No?“ Her mind reeled...what? She lifted her head and shoulders off the pillow and shoved against his chest, leveling him with a glare. “What do you mean, no?”
“Relax, baby.“ He smiled at her, gripping his hand to the back of her neck and thumbing beneath her ear. “Believe me, I’m going to fuck you.” He kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, “I promise I will fill you up,” thrusting his hips into hers for emphasis. He placed a trio of feathery kisses down her neck, then pushed up to support himself on his palms, hovering his face over hers, grinning. “But I haven’t seen you for almost two weeks. I’m going to savor you first.”
“Oh yeah?” She let her head fall back onto the pillow with a thump, bringing the back of one hand up to cover the pleased smile spreading across her face. “I think I could get behind that.” She bit her lip and her breathing became shallower.
“I thought you might say that,” he said, extending a forefinger to twirl in her hair that was spread across the pillow.
“And just how do you plan to savor me, Eli?” she asked with a smirk.
Elias sat up, resting back on his bent knees, and dragged his hands slowly across her thighs. His movement had completely uncovered them, the blankets now in pillowy mounds at the end of the bed. Sarah shivered from the sudden exposure to the air. His fingers danced across her skin, moving down and up and in random circles, sparking a fresh dose of arousal. She arched her back and closed her eyes. She knew he was staring at her, studying her naked body and the way she undulated in response to his touch. She relaxed into the caress of his eyes roaming over her nakedness, his gaze stroking her as lovingly his hands. He had been gone for 10 days, and the week leading up to his trip had been busy, too, so it had been almost three weeks since they’d last had time to take time with each other. It was good just to be together again.
“I think you know exactly what I’d like to do, Sarah,” Elias replied, as he continued to smooth his palms up and down her thighs. He dragged them lower, rubbing over her calves before lifting one of her legs and bringing an ankle up to his lips. He placed a soft kiss over the thin skin of her ankle bone. Then he began to mouth up her leg, first tracing kisses across her calf, nipping at the muscle there. He slowly worked his way up to her knee, dragging his lips around the edge of her kneecap, and kissed his way toward the underside.
“Eli!” Sarah yelped and tried to pull her leg away. “You know I’m ticklish there.”
“And you know I don’t care.” Elias met her eyes and flashed her with a mischievous grin. But he relented and gently returned her leg to the bed, leaving her knee bent, then tipped forward to kiss the inside of her thigh.
“That’s because you’re evil,” she said.
“No, I’m not evil.” He calmly traveled his mouth along her thigh, leaving a trail of tender kisses and licks, coming ever closer to her pussy. “I think I’m very, very good, don’t you?”
Before Sarah could say anything, his mouth was on her, open and hot as he dragged his tongue through her coarse pubic hair and continued to kiss and nuzzle at her sensitive skin, moving to lick a trail toward the crease where her hip met her thigh, and back again. She was momentarily unable to utter a word. She lost herself to his wet mouth, to his hot breath, to his strong fingers that were digging into the soft moons of her hips.
He paused and lifted his head. “Well?” he asked.
Sarah blinked her eyes and tried to remember the question. What was the question? She looked down at him. He was resting his chin on the curve of her pubic bone and grinning up at her. His hair was askew and fell messily across his forehead. His eyes sparkled with amusement. Oh, how she loved those eyes; adored the boyishly delighted expression that currently illuminated his face.
“Huh?” she finally breathed out. It was all she could manage.
“I’m very, very good. Don’t you think?” As he spoke, he reached his hands around her hips, sliding them between her body and the mattress to cup her ass, lifting it slightly off the bed.
Sarah gave her head a swift shake to clear it. “Yes,” she said, tossing him an affectionate smile. “You are so very good to me.” She brought a palm to his cheek, running her thumb along his jaw. “Though if you go back to what you were doing, I’m sure I could come up with better words.”
“Amazing…” she started. “Magical...hot...oh captain my cap--”
Sarah stuttered when Elias dropped his head and ran his tongue up the length of her pussy, dragging it flat across her moist folds, then swirling it in a circle near the top. “Or maybe you wouldn’t be able to talk at all,” he said.
The moment his tongue touched her, a jolt of electricity flashed through her body. She flung her arms out to her sides and clung to the bed sheets. She would never tire of his mouth on her, licking into her, wringing pleasure out of her and leaving her pinned and immobile, like a museum butterfly. All she could do was give herself up to his whims.
“Oh Jesus fuck.” She arched her back up off the bed and pushed herself toward him. “Eli...god…” She bit her lower lip and let out a long, low moan.
“That’s my girl.” Elias continued to lap his tongue against her, licking over her entire pussy and pausing every once in awhile to place sucking kisses wherever he happened to have his mouth. Despite his fastidious attention, he was ignoring the one area that would reduce Sarah to unintelligible babbling. She knew he was teasing her; he was so obviously avoiding her clit.
“Eli-- please.” She didn’t know how much longer she could endure kisses that were close but not quite.
“Shhhh. I know, baby. I’ve got you.”He hummed against her pussy. “God...you taste so fucking good.”
Sarah tried to let her body relax. She realized she’d been clenching shut her eyes and mouth, so she softened her face, releasing some of the pent-up tension. She allowed her mind to drift. She concentrated on the sparks that erupted each time his scruffy chin made contact with the tender, exposed folds of her pussy. She focused on his strong hands, gripping onto her with certainty. She looked down to see his head bobbing between her thighs, his hair tickling the sensitive skin there.
At that moment, Elias brought his tongue up and flicked the tip of it back and forth across her clit. The contact immediately sent an explosive rush cascading through her body, and she grabbed hold of the sensation and clung to it, letting it pull her along, speeding faster and faster. She shut out every other thought, every other feeling. She was aware only of his mouth on her, of his low humming sounds, of her loud exhalations into the morning light. It all dashed around and around in a wild loop and she did not want to let go. He pressed his fingers into the flesh of her ass, humming as he pulled her closer.
She could feel her orgasm ballooning, leaking bits of pleasurable heat that flowed out along her limbs. She chased it, even as she let it build. She longed for it. She anticipated the heady warmth that would soon flood her every pore. She always felt a bit weightless right before she came. Everything else in the world faded away and there was only this. Only him and her. Only his tongue lapping at her cunt. Only heavy, wet and warm. Only good. And it was so, so fucking good.
Her breathing had become much louder and she didn’t bother trying to hold back her continuous moans. She knew he liked hearing her noises. She began rhythmically raising her hips to push further into his mouth, seeking to obliterate everything except the perfect way his tongue and lips moved on her. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her pussy.
“Yes baby yes baby yes oh god yes,” she murmured. She was incapable of speaking anything more than a stream of encouragements. She reached above her head to hold onto the slats of the headboard, clinging to it lest she fly away, and arched her back deeply, her head tipping back.
He moved his tongue quickly, relentlessly, across her pussy. Probing, pushing, licking. Not stopping, not pausing. His tongue, his tongue, his tongue. It was everything. He was everything. Everything, everything. Jesus fuck.
She felt her orgasm peak and she held her breath for a second, tightly grasping onto the all-encompassing effervescence as it hit her in a startling rush. “Oh god-- yes.” She punched her words into the air on a single exhale then took a deep breath before whimpering out a quiet “fuuuuuuck.” She was soaring, the release exploding in shiny, glittering particles across every inch of her skin and pulsing through her limbs.
“Oh, goddamn-- Elias.“ She still was moving her hips, his face still buried between her legs. He had slowed his tongue to random licks. But even that quickly became too much, and she twisted her hips away from his mouth and reached to touch his face. “Stop, stop... Jesus.”
He lifted his mouth from her and rested his cheek against her thigh, gazing up at her. Grinning.
“Come here, you.” She hauled him up toward her, relishing the return of his comforting weight as his body covered hers. She put her hands on the sides of his face and pulled him in for a deep and hungry kiss. Her own taste and scent were strong on his lips. It always turned her on, sharing a kiss when his face still was wet with her slick moisture. It was intimate. It was dirty. He looked so wrecked like this, hair standing up every which way, eyes unfocused, lips red and glistening. She pulled her head back and met his eyes, wiping some of the wetness from his chin with her thumb.
“Welcome home,” she said, a small smile crept across her face as she once again let her head drop back into the pillow and her eyes drifted closed.
He laughed, then kissed the bridge of her nose and rolled off of her, falling back onto his own pillow. “Need a minute?”
“Just one,” she replied, weakly raising a single finger above her face. Her breathing slowed and her brain function started to return as she came down from her orgasm. “Just one.”
“Hey, don’t fall asleep,” he leaned over to place a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“Hmmmm,” she hummed. “Mm not.” She turned her head to look at her husband, giving him a slow and lazy smile. She blinked her eyes to try to rouse herself, her eyelashes on one side brushing against the pillow. She cupped his chin in her hand. “I miss you when you’re gone, you know. I never sleep right.”
“Is that why you brought wine to bed?” he asked, his tone playful.
“Oh, shut up, you.” She gave his shoulder a little slap. “I knew you’d tease me about that.”
“Only because I don’t want to have to divorce you when your teeth rot out before you’re 60.”
Sarah laughed, the conversation and the humor serving to shake off the last vestiges of her post-orgasmic stupor. She turned onto her side to face him. “But, honey, think of the fun we could have if I had no teeth.” She leaned in to give him a gummy kiss, covering her teeth with her lips and playfully nipping at him. “Blowjobs would be so much fun. All that mouth with no teeth to worry about…”
Elias barked out a laugh, his teeth bumping against her lips as he broke into an abrupt grin. He gripped the nape of her neck and pulled her in close. “Oh, how I love your crazy mind, Sarah.”
She smiled, then in one swift motion, she lifted herself off the bed and swung a leg over Elias’ body so she was straddling him, her hips low across his torso. His erection brushed against her ass, and she knew he could feel her pussy, still so wet, leaving moisture on his stomach. “And I love you, too,” she said. She leaned over him, bracing her palms on his shoulders, and kissed him, hard. The angle allowed her to press in, deepening the kiss and holding him in her control. She let her tongue drift into his mouth, and smiled when he immediately extended his in return and they moved their tongues together.
As they kissed, Sarah straightened her body so she was on top of Elias with her legs between his instead of straddling him. From that position, she began to thrust her hips, pressing against his erection. “So,” she started, kissing at the underside of his jaw, burying her face and nose in the crook of his neck, rubbing against the sharp stubble there and breathing in his scent that she’d so missed. “Is it my turn to savor you now?” She didn’t wait for an answer, instead she continued kissing, moving to his collarbone, biting along it with her lower teeth.
“Hmmm, sure,” Elias lazily responded, his eyes drifting closed. “Whatever you want.”
Sarah paused her kisses and brought her forearms up onto his chest, crossing them and resting her chin near one elbow. She tilted her head and squinted up at him thoughtfully. “Well. If you don’t have an opinion, perhaps I’ll just sit here and stare at my hunky husband for awhile.” Sarah smirked as his eyes popped open.
“Or…” she continued. “Since I’m in the vicinity, I could suck your cock. I could lick you. Kiss you. Make you beg.” As she talked, Sarah slowly dragged her bottom teeth along the surface of her own arm. “But I can’t let you come, my darling. I want you inside of me.” Sarah bit on her own arm and groaned. “I believe you promised you were going to fill me up.”
“I did promise, didn’t I?” Elias grinned at her, and he reached out to cradle the side of her face. She leaned into his palm.
“Yes, you did.” Sarah lifted herself up, extending her arms to brace her hands against the mattress on either side of him. She placed a kiss in the center of his chest, slowly pushing her tongue onto his skin and taking in the slightly salty taste as she swirled it in a quick circle. She kept her tongue out and began licking down his torso. “You certainly fucking did.”
Sarah descended, moving to straddle one of his legs and rub her wet pussy against his thigh. She hummed with pleasure as she opened her lips around one nipple and sucked it into her mouth, licking over its surface and feeling its stiff peak against her tongue before giving it the lightest bite and making her way to the other side. She dropped one hand to his chest and slowly ran it along the side of his body, coming to rest on his hip. As she began to glide her mouth downward, she slid her palm under his ass, squeezing where it met the back of his thigh.
“Mmmm, baby.” Elias had started exhaling loudly, a low whimper punctuating every few breaths.
She inhaled deeply against his skin, smiling into his flesh between kisses, enjoying his nearness. She licked over his bellybutton, and smirked as it elicited a startled “ah-ha“ above her. He wasn’t ticklish in many places, but that was one of them. She shifted her body lower, now wetly straddling his calf, and brought the palm that was on his ass around to graze over the surface of his cock. She lightly ran her thumb up his erection, feeling how warm and hard it was against her skin. She wanted to take the time to kiss Elias all over. To reacquaint herself with his body, to fill her senses with his smell and his taste. But her own stewing arousal, still simmering and growing more insistent, tugged at her as she continued to press her pussy against his leg.
With her thumb rubbing across the head of his cock, Sarah leaned in to drag her tongue up its length. She smiled as it twitched under her touch. She loved being between his legs -- his pubic hair tickling across her chin and cheeks, the warmness radiating off his body, how concentrated his scent was. She always felt completely enveloped by him like this. As if he was holding her emotions, her very being, in his grasp as much as she was holding his. She adored listening to his reactions. Hearing his low moans or sharp inhales as she licked and fondled his cock, his balls, his ass, his thighs. She felt powerful. Content.
She opened her mouth wide and sunk it over his erection, closing her eyes as the taste of precome and his velvety skin filled her. She slowly took him in as far as she could, bringing her hand back to the base of his cock and circling it in her fist. She moved her head and her hand in time, and quieted her breathing as his breaths became louder. With her eyes still closed, she could imagine what he looked like, mouth open, eyes shut, his face a picture of anticipation. His palm fell heavily onto the top of her head, his fingers threading into her hair and stroking lightly at her scalp. It was amazing what the simple touch could do to make her feel loved.
“Oh, Sarah,” Elias breathed out. “God...your mouth.”
Up and down she moved her head, speeding the motions as much as she dared, his cock brushing against the roof of her throat. She concentrated on his length filling her, stretching her lips. She relished his hardness. A thin rivulet of saliva ran from one corner of her mouth, helping his cock slide easily through the circle of her fist. She kept moving, tight and fast, and listened carefully to his reactions. She didn’t want him to come. Not yet.
When she could hear his breathing and his moans begin to sound in an unbroken loop, she removed her hand from his cock and placed it low between his legs. Elias responded by spreading them for her, and she dragged her fingers along the crease of his ass. Caressing, not pushing. She cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm and running her thumb across the pliable and bumpy skin there, so different from the smooth hardness of his cock.
“Ooooh baby,” Elias moaned.
“Mmmm.” Sarah didn’t want to remove her mouth to respond. He had started rutting his hips upward, shallowly thrusting his cock deeper into her throat. She could think of nothing else except this man beneath her, in her. The pleasure so basic. So sublime.
She withdrew her hand from his balls and brought it back to the bed near his hip. She changed her position so only the head of his cock was in her mouth and she sucked hard on it, hollowing out her cheeks and breathing deeply through her nose. She smiled at the choked moans the action caused above her. From this angle, she could glance up at him. Both of his arms were now above his head, one clinging onto the headboard and the other buried in his own hair. She sucked again, and again, and took in the sight of him writhing on the bed, cricketing one leg back and forth against the sheets. She lifted her mouth from his cock and sat up, licking her lips.
“I can't wait any longer,” she said, resting back on her haunches. “Eli...I need you inside of me...now.”
Elias pushed himself up so they were chest to breast, and grabbed at the back of her neck to pull her in for a messy kiss. “Yes,” he whispered between kisses, their tongues tangling with each other. “Yes, dear god -- yes.”
“Like this,” she said, moving her pussy closer to his cock and circling her arms around his neck. “I want you like this.” She pushed him toward the top of the bed, still sitting upright, and scooted up with him, spreading her legs wide around his hips. She grabbed the headboard with one hand and reached the other between them to hold his cock, raising up slightly as she guided him inside of her. The head breached her dripping cunt, and she moved both hands to grip the headboard, throwing her head back as she pushed her hips down onto him. “Fuuuuck,” she murmured on a slow exhale as he quickly and completely filled her up.
With his cock buried deep inside of her, Sarah adjusted her legs, wrapping them around Elias so she was sitting in his lap. She circled his neck with her arms, holding on, clinging so they would remain close. She kissed him then, open and wanting. Soft and wet lips meeting soft and wet lips.
“Fuck me, Eli. I want you to fuck me.”
Elias dug his fingertips into the creamy flesh of her hips as he scooted them away from the wall at the head of the bed. “I’ll need a bit more room,” he explained, looking into her eyes. “OK,” she whispered as she smiled at him and leaned in for another kiss. “Whatever you need.” She held onto his neck and kept their lips attached as he adjusted their hips, keeping his cock inside of her as he bent his knees, his feet now planted flat on the rumpled sheets. The bed covers had long since found their way into mounds on the floor. She let him maneuver her body as he needed. She loved letting go and following his lead. She loved shutting out the need to think. She loved giving herself up to his lips, his cock, his hands.
He pulled away from her kisses, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and giving it a nip before leaning back onto his palms, now behind him for support. Sarah dropped her hands to his torso, one in the center of his chest and the other curling around his waist. She looked at her husband, who had started to roll his hips upward, slowly and rhythmically fucking into her. He had her pinned in his gaze, his eyes not leaving hers. She took the hand from his chest and brought it to her own body, spreading her fingers wide as she dragged them up her belly to squeeze her left breast, roughly kneading the pale flesh and circling her nipple with her thumb.
She smiled. His eyes had dropped from her face to her chest.
“Eli.” She stopped the motion of her hand and his eyes returned to her face. “God, you feel so fucking good,” she whispered, her chest heaving. “More -- please… just more.”
He didn't need further prompting. His languid thrusts quickly became more purposeful and he drove his hips up into hers. Sarah moaned loudly and dropped her head back, moving to palm both breasts. She felt as if she would melt away. Her head swam and she was unable to focus on anything but the bouncing, the piercingly deep sensation of his cock buried inside of her, of their skin, their breathing, their…
“Oh god,” she whimpered, momentarily squeezing her eyes tightly closed. Jesus fuck, she adored the intensity of making love this way. She was completely lost to the feeling of Elias below her, in her, around her. She tilted her head forward and sucked first her thumb, then two fingers, into her mouth before rubbing the wet digits over her erect nipple. Then she did the same with the other hand. The new sensation helped her snap out of her daze and she returned her attention to Elias, who was watching her intently.
“Hi,” she said, smirking.
“Hi, yourself,” he replied, biting his upper teeth into his bottom lip as he gave a hard thrust upward.
“I missed you,” she said, her breath catching as Elias continued plunging his cock into her.
“I know,” he replied with a thrust so hard that Sarah almost toppled.
He was smiling, his body covered with a sheen of sweat, his lips wet and kissed red. He was watching her, enjoying her.
“I feel conspicuous like this,” she said, breathing still ragged. She knew her body was moving with every thrust. Her breasts swaying, her belly jiggling. She couldn’t hide the expressions on her face, nor the noises falling from her lips -- all unguarded proof that she was swiftly, slowly, surely falling to pieces.
“Don’t,” Elias said, leaning forward to capture her lips in a quick kiss. “I like watching you. I like watching you let go.”
“I know,” she said, ducking her head. “You’re the only one who can.”
She pitched herself forward to kiss him, changing their angle so he wasn't quite as deep but allowing him to thrust up into her much more easily. She held her mouth against his, open but not kissing, just breathing in each other and feeling, feeling, feeling. God, how she loved his cock inside of her. She loved his lips on her, his fingers in her hair, their skin sliding slickly against each other. She could make herself come on her own as well as any grown woman could, but those orgasms were a faint whisper of what it was to be enveloped this way. She never wanted to give up the feeling of his cock buried inside of her. Him inside her. Being stretched open, driven into, held...she adored it. She craved it.
“Eli,” she said. “Will you…” She stopped and met his eyes, then tilted her head back the slightest amount.
“Yes. Yes of course, darling,” he said.
In one swift move, he pushed forward, wrapping an arm around her body, and abruptly changed their positions so he was now on top of her, Sarah on her back. She wiggled her hips to readjust and get the angle of his cock just right, tilting the crown of her head into the mattress when it once again slid inside of her deeply, perfectly.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked. “Is this what you’ve wanted all morning?”
She smiled. “You know I like you on top of me.”
Elias resumed fucking into her, now the weight of his body driving her hips wider apart. Sarah wrapped her legs around his back and gripped his neck, thrusting up as much as he was thrusting down. She pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, their teeth clanking with unfinessed force. The hair around their faces was starting to curl with sweat. She could taste the salty sheen on his face, and she licked across his lips, dragging her tongue down and along his jaw.
His thrusts were starting to accelerate, like a train picking up steam. She knew he had to be close. She sensed her own orgasm starting to crest again. The brightness of its presence prodded at her insides and turned the world around her to liquid pleasure. Nothing existed except for all the places where their bodies connected.
“Come for me, baby,” she whispered into his mouth. “Please, please come inside of me.”
She moved her hands down to grip his ass and began mouthing messily at his neck while she thrust up with purpose, pursuing her own orgasm as much as she was driving for his. The sound of their skin slapping against each other started to grow and they were both moving so fast, so erratically. He let out a low growl-like sound with every thrust and gripped hard onto the hair at the nape of her neck. She felt her climax building and she started chanting, low and quiet, “please please please, please please please” Not meaning anything in particular, she just couldn’t not let the sounds bubble out of her into the air.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Elias chanted above her. He opened his mouth against her shoulder and placed imprecise, nip-laden kisses there. He had started to babble, too. “Oh baby” and “oh yes” and “fuck yes” falling in rapid succession from his lips. The words so quiet and joined together they were almost indistinguishable.
Sarah felt her orgasm breaking through. And she reached for it. She chased that shiny bauble until she finally, finally caught it on her fingertips and it broke open, spilling messy and wet over her palms. She tossed her head back and let out a long, loud whimper as she came and came and came.
As she was riding out the feeling, Elias gave a final burst of thrusts and came hot inside of her with a single exhaled “yes…” and bit hard on her shoulder. They continued moving their hips, riding out the crashing sensation, letting the force of it slowly fade, letting the bedroom take shape again around them. Elias slowed his movements to small circles of his hips and gripped his arms tightly around her neck, hugging her into him, his ragged breathing right next to her ear. Then he dropped his body onto hers and let out a laugh.
“Christ. Good morning is right,” he chuckled.
Sarah laughed in return, relishing the comforting weight of his body on hers and the post-orgasmic haze that made the room look brighter, made her feel lighter. She stretched up to meet his mouth for a slow kiss, lazily dragging their lips across each other. Then she closed her eyes and listened as their breathing returned to normal, their chests rising and falling together.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
Elias rolled off of her and placed a fleeting kiss to her shoulder before returning to his own pillow. “I’m so glad to be home.”
Sarah turned onto her side to look at him. She never fully understood the depth of her yearning for him until he was back within arm’s reach. With Elias alongside her, she could breathe again. His eyes were fluttering shut. His face was relaxed. Happy.
“Me, too, darling,” she whispered before closing her own eyes again. “Me, too.”
I'm still not sure I like the end result. I'd love to go back in and add more story (spoiler alert: it's pretty much PWP). Think more about who these characters are and what they do. But, I suppose that's what happens when a story starts as an experiment instead of an inspiration.
Sarah and Elias are mine. Morning sex is the best thing. 6,900 words. NC-17.
Good Morning
Sarah squinted open her eyes, blurrily taking in the time on the alarm clock. The red block numbers bled together until her vision adjusted; 6:36. The morning light in the room was soft, lending a washed-out quality to everything, as if the bedroom were a painting that had been hanging too long in the sun. On the bedside table was an empty wine glass, a residual red tattoo marking the bottom of the clear goblet. Next to it was a tube of lip balm and the book she’d been reading the night before, a smaller paperback stuck between the pages to save her spot. She smiled, thinking how he would tease her for that. Hell, at least she hadn’t used the wine glass as a bookmark. Now that she thought of it, he’d probably chide her about drinking wine in bed, too.
A waking awareness started tugging at her senses and she became conscious of the warm body pressed along her back. She felt his languid, small movements against her. His hand on her hip lightly gripped the upward curve. It was possessive. Sure. Familiar. She arched back into his slow rhythm, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “Good morning, darling,” she said, her sleep-rusty voice cracking slightly.
“Good morning.” Elias hummed and pulled up the bed covers, keeping the comforter over their shoulders, and leaned in to kiss the back of her neck.
Sarah closed her eyes and relaxed into his kisses. His lips roused prickles of sensation that skittered along her freckled shoulders and down her spine. He nuzzled his face into the hair on the back of her head. His soft breathing, so close to her ear, made her shiver and she dropped her mouth open as her own breathing quickened.
She felt safe. Loved.
He wrapped his arm around her middle, and pressed his semi-hard cock against her ass, plastering his legs along the length of hers and intertwining their ankles.
Aroused.
“I love waking up like this,” she said.
Elias laughed, the kind of low, rumbling sound that existed only in his chest, never escaping into the air. It was a private laugh; their laugh. It was the one they shared here, where intimacy swung freely between laughter and want, the two emotions equally jubilant and melting together like colorful bits of wax.
He pulled her even closer and slowly, deliberately, moved his hips forward again, pressing his growing erection into the lower curve of her ass, and whispered into the warm skin of her neck.
“Me, too,” he said.
With his hips and hardening cock moving against her naked body, her simmering arousal cascaded through her, and she could feel her pussy starting to ache with need. She closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the fluffy bedding. The lingering tendrils of sleep clung to the buoyancy of her growing desire and suspended her in a place of buzzy perfection. She was warm. Content. She wanted more.
“Mmmm.” Sarah let out a long exhale tinged with the start of a whimper. She pressed her ass into his cock and brought one hand around to grasp the back of his neck. She held on as they began rutting in more purposeful unison, their breath quickening along with the motion of their hips.
“I take it back,” Sarah breathed out. “I love waking up like this.”
“I know,” he said, amusement in his voice. “Me, too.”
She laughed, the sound erupting into the quiet of the bedroom. Oh, how she'd missed him. How she always missed him when he was traveling for days at a time. She could never quite relax when he was gone. His absence created a tangible incompleteness in their household, a physical thing that joined them at the breakfast table or climbed into bed with her at night. His return restored the world to order.
Sarah angled her hips backward with a rolling, purposeful thrust. “Mmmmm...you know I can’t resist morning sex,” she said.
“Who said anything about sex?” he countered, his tone teasing. “I just missed you and wanted to cuddle.”
She stalled the movement of her hips and twisted her neck around to look into his smiling eyes, the edges crinkled with delight. “Bullshit,” she replied, leaning closer to place a soft and open kiss on his lips. She took a moment to enjoy the easy way their mouths fit together, relishing the lazy tangle of their lips and tongues, the tang of unbrushed teeth, the warmth of his breath on her face. Then she pulled away, returned her head forward and smiled, half into the pillow. “You just like making me work for it. Motherfucker.”
He laughed again as she pushed one of her legs backward between his, and rolled her body slightly toward him so she was resting some of her weight along his chest, still with her back to his front.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he started. “Clearly, you’re...oooh.”
His words disintegrated into a low groan as she resumed pulsing her hips, now with his cock firmly slotted in the space between her thighs.
“As I was saying…” Sarah moved her hand from his neck and ran it down his side. “Bull…” Her fingers grazed the top edge of the hair around his cock then traced the seam between his hip and thigh. “...shit.” His breathing had quieted, as if he needed to hold all the air in, anticipating where her touch might wander next. She reached around his hip and brushed her fingers across the slope of his ass. She spread her palm wide and grabbed on tightly as she pressed her hips back harder.
“OK...ooookay,” Elias said, breathing loudly and not bothering to stifle a long moan as he put his open mouth close to her ear and whispered. “You’re right. Jesus fuck...ohhhh...you’re so right. I definitely, definitely want to be inside you.”
“How convenient,” she said with a smirk, exhaling slowly through her nose. Her chest felt tight, stretched with the sounds she was holding in as she tried to focus only on his skin under her fingertips, on his sounds, on the security of his arm, still circling her middle. “Me, too.”
Their exhalations and unrestrained moans began to punctuate the morning stillness. She allowed herself to drift, closing her eyes once again and concentrating on every point, so many points, where their naked bodies touched. She lost herself to her building arousal, bubbling warm and deepy inside her belly. She let herself drift along with it, gasping whenever his cock grazed her ever-wetter pussy, causing it to clench up in anticipation. She balanced along its electric edge, enjoying the build-up and not yet wanting to tumble into it.
Elias brought his palm across her stomach, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh and pulling her into him even tighter. The shift changed their angle, and the head of his cock momentarily slid inside her.
“Fuck, yes-- God…” Sarah abandoned her restraint and took a giddy nosedive off that cliff, giving in to her arousal and for moment feeling separate from her body as she descended. She swiftly rolled her body around to face Elias and pull him in for an open kiss, immediately pushing her tongue into his eager mouth. It was deep and hungry and wet. Oh, how she wanted him. She gripped onto his face, as if trying to meld them into one. Her breaths were coming out in audible puffs and she hunched her shoulders up toward her ears as she poured every ounce of energy into her kisses, relishing his taste and his smell and his sounds. His mouth was so perfect against her own. There was almost nothing she liked more than losing all focus except for the way their tongues played together; the way they inhaled each other’s breaths. He sucked hard on her tongue and she couldn't stop her rumbling groan. She pushed herself even closer, pressing in so tightly she was sure they'd both emerge bruised. The movement was quickly met with a responding groan from him, the vibrations of it reverberating across her lips and down her throat.
She continued the motion of her hips, rubbing her pussy against his leg, his cock, his hip. Whatever was close. It didn’t matter. Desire was pulsing through her too strongly to stay still. He fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back, rushing in to kiss and lick the underside of her jaw.
“I love you like this,” he said as he kissed across her neck, pausing every few kisses to suckle at her warm skin. “I love when you get so desperate for it. I love the way you cling to me.”
He continued to descend, mouth open and tongue dragging across her shoulder, her collarbone, the dip between her tits. He palmed one breast, licking over its soft surface, then sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck-- goddammit, Eli.” Sarah threw her head back against the pillow and let out a low whimper.
He continued to suck at her nipple, moving his hand to massage the other breast. She arched up into him, turning her head to the side and biting at her lower lip, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Fuck.” The word fell quietly from her lips, a private prayer. Her eyes snapped open and she looped her wrists under his arms to pull him up toward her. “Please...please come here,” she said. “I need you.”
Sarah lifted her head from the pillow and stretched down to meet his mouth in a sloppy kiss. She licked along the inside of his upper lip and caught it gently between her teeth as she pulled away. “Please fuck me,” she said, looking into his eyes as he shuffled up the bed so he was on top of her, their noses touching. “Please.” She could feel his cock hard against her thigh, his chest pressing her into the bed. She loved the weight of him on top of her. She could feel his strength. His power over her. Like she belonged to him. Like he could keep her safe.
“God. Elias-- I want you. I want you so fucking much.”
Another kiss. Another lick. Another bite.
“Please...“ she slid her palms up to frame his face. “I need you inside of me. I -- I want you inside of me. Please, please. Please.”
He leaned to kiss her, placing a single peck to the side of her mouth. “No,” he said.
“No?“ Her mind reeled...what? She lifted her head and shoulders off the pillow and shoved against his chest, leveling him with a glare. “What do you mean, no?”
“Relax, baby.“ He smiled at her, gripping his hand to the back of her neck and thumbing beneath her ear. “Believe me, I’m going to fuck you.” He kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, “I promise I will fill you up,” thrusting his hips into hers for emphasis. He placed a trio of feathery kisses down her neck, then pushed up to support himself on his palms, hovering his face over hers, grinning. “But I haven’t seen you for almost two weeks. I’m going to savor you first.”
“Oh yeah?” She let her head fall back onto the pillow with a thump, bringing the back of one hand up to cover the pleased smile spreading across her face. “I think I could get behind that.” She bit her lip and her breathing became shallower.
“I thought you might say that,” he said, extending a forefinger to twirl in her hair that was spread across the pillow.
“And just how do you plan to savor me, Eli?” she asked with a smirk.
Elias sat up, resting back on his bent knees, and dragged his hands slowly across her thighs. His movement had completely uncovered them, the blankets now in pillowy mounds at the end of the bed. Sarah shivered from the sudden exposure to the air. His fingers danced across her skin, moving down and up and in random circles, sparking a fresh dose of arousal. She arched her back and closed her eyes. She knew he was staring at her, studying her naked body and the way she undulated in response to his touch. She relaxed into the caress of his eyes roaming over her nakedness, his gaze stroking her as lovingly his hands. He had been gone for 10 days, and the week leading up to his trip had been busy, too, so it had been almost three weeks since they’d last had time to take time with each other. It was good just to be together again.
“I think you know exactly what I’d like to do, Sarah,” Elias replied, as he continued to smooth his palms up and down her thighs. He dragged them lower, rubbing over her calves before lifting one of her legs and bringing an ankle up to his lips. He placed a soft kiss over the thin skin of her ankle bone. Then he began to mouth up her leg, first tracing kisses across her calf, nipping at the muscle there. He slowly worked his way up to her knee, dragging his lips around the edge of her kneecap, and kissed his way toward the underside.
“Eli!” Sarah yelped and tried to pull her leg away. “You know I’m ticklish there.”
“And you know I don’t care.” Elias met her eyes and flashed her with a mischievous grin. But he relented and gently returned her leg to the bed, leaving her knee bent, then tipped forward to kiss the inside of her thigh.
“That’s because you’re evil,” she said.
“No, I’m not evil.” He calmly traveled his mouth along her thigh, leaving a trail of tender kisses and licks, coming ever closer to her pussy. “I think I’m very, very good, don’t you?”
Before Sarah could say anything, his mouth was on her, open and hot as he dragged his tongue through her coarse pubic hair and continued to kiss and nuzzle at her sensitive skin, moving to lick a trail toward the crease where her hip met her thigh, and back again. She was momentarily unable to utter a word. She lost herself to his wet mouth, to his hot breath, to his strong fingers that were digging into the soft moons of her hips.
He paused and lifted his head. “Well?” he asked.
Sarah blinked her eyes and tried to remember the question. What was the question? She looked down at him. He was resting his chin on the curve of her pubic bone and grinning up at her. His hair was askew and fell messily across his forehead. His eyes sparkled with amusement. Oh, how she loved those eyes; adored the boyishly delighted expression that currently illuminated his face.
“Huh?” she finally breathed out. It was all she could manage.
“I’m very, very good. Don’t you think?” As he spoke, he reached his hands around her hips, sliding them between her body and the mattress to cup her ass, lifting it slightly off the bed.
Sarah gave her head a swift shake to clear it. “Yes,” she said, tossing him an affectionate smile. “You are so very good to me.” She brought a palm to his cheek, running her thumb along his jaw. “Though if you go back to what you were doing, I’m sure I could come up with better words.”
“Amazing…” she started. “Magical...hot...oh captain my cap--”
Sarah stuttered when Elias dropped his head and ran his tongue up the length of her pussy, dragging it flat across her moist folds, then swirling it in a circle near the top. “Or maybe you wouldn’t be able to talk at all,” he said.
The moment his tongue touched her, a jolt of electricity flashed through her body. She flung her arms out to her sides and clung to the bed sheets. She would never tire of his mouth on her, licking into her, wringing pleasure out of her and leaving her pinned and immobile, like a museum butterfly. All she could do was give herself up to his whims.
“Oh Jesus fuck.” She arched her back up off the bed and pushed herself toward him. “Eli...god…” She bit her lower lip and let out a long, low moan.
“That’s my girl.” Elias continued to lap his tongue against her, licking over her entire pussy and pausing every once in awhile to place sucking kisses wherever he happened to have his mouth. Despite his fastidious attention, he was ignoring the one area that would reduce Sarah to unintelligible babbling. She knew he was teasing her; he was so obviously avoiding her clit.
“Eli-- please.” She didn’t know how much longer she could endure kisses that were close but not quite.
“Shhhh. I know, baby. I’ve got you.”He hummed against her pussy. “God...you taste so fucking good.”
Sarah tried to let her body relax. She realized she’d been clenching shut her eyes and mouth, so she softened her face, releasing some of the pent-up tension. She allowed her mind to drift. She concentrated on the sparks that erupted each time his scruffy chin made contact with the tender, exposed folds of her pussy. She focused on his strong hands, gripping onto her with certainty. She looked down to see his head bobbing between her thighs, his hair tickling the sensitive skin there.
At that moment, Elias brought his tongue up and flicked the tip of it back and forth across her clit. The contact immediately sent an explosive rush cascading through her body, and she grabbed hold of the sensation and clung to it, letting it pull her along, speeding faster and faster. She shut out every other thought, every other feeling. She was aware only of his mouth on her, of his low humming sounds, of her loud exhalations into the morning light. It all dashed around and around in a wild loop and she did not want to let go. He pressed his fingers into the flesh of her ass, humming as he pulled her closer.
She could feel her orgasm ballooning, leaking bits of pleasurable heat that flowed out along her limbs. She chased it, even as she let it build. She longed for it. She anticipated the heady warmth that would soon flood her every pore. She always felt a bit weightless right before she came. Everything else in the world faded away and there was only this. Only him and her. Only his tongue lapping at her cunt. Only heavy, wet and warm. Only good. And it was so, so fucking good.
Her breathing had become much louder and she didn’t bother trying to hold back her continuous moans. She knew he liked hearing her noises. She began rhythmically raising her hips to push further into his mouth, seeking to obliterate everything except the perfect way his tongue and lips moved on her. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her pussy.
“Yes baby yes baby yes oh god yes,” she murmured. She was incapable of speaking anything more than a stream of encouragements. She reached above her head to hold onto the slats of the headboard, clinging to it lest she fly away, and arched her back deeply, her head tipping back.
He moved his tongue quickly, relentlessly, across her pussy. Probing, pushing, licking. Not stopping, not pausing. His tongue, his tongue, his tongue. It was everything. He was everything. Everything, everything. Jesus fuck.
She felt her orgasm peak and she held her breath for a second, tightly grasping onto the all-encompassing effervescence as it hit her in a startling rush. “Oh god-- yes.” She punched her words into the air on a single exhale then took a deep breath before whimpering out a quiet “fuuuuuuck.” She was soaring, the release exploding in shiny, glittering particles across every inch of her skin and pulsing through her limbs.
“Oh, goddamn-- Elias.“ She still was moving her hips, his face still buried between her legs. He had slowed his tongue to random licks. But even that quickly became too much, and she twisted her hips away from his mouth and reached to touch his face. “Stop, stop... Jesus.”
He lifted his mouth from her and rested his cheek against her thigh, gazing up at her. Grinning.
“Come here, you.” She hauled him up toward her, relishing the return of his comforting weight as his body covered hers. She put her hands on the sides of his face and pulled him in for a deep and hungry kiss. Her own taste and scent were strong on his lips. It always turned her on, sharing a kiss when his face still was wet with her slick moisture. It was intimate. It was dirty. He looked so wrecked like this, hair standing up every which way, eyes unfocused, lips red and glistening. She pulled her head back and met his eyes, wiping some of the wetness from his chin with her thumb.
“Welcome home,” she said, a small smile crept across her face as she once again let her head drop back into the pillow and her eyes drifted closed.
He laughed, then kissed the bridge of her nose and rolled off of her, falling back onto his own pillow. “Need a minute?”
“Just one,” she replied, weakly raising a single finger above her face. Her breathing slowed and her brain function started to return as she came down from her orgasm. “Just one.”
“Hey, don’t fall asleep,” he leaned over to place a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“Hmmmm,” she hummed. “Mm not.” She turned her head to look at her husband, giving him a slow and lazy smile. She blinked her eyes to try to rouse herself, her eyelashes on one side brushing against the pillow. She cupped his chin in her hand. “I miss you when you’re gone, you know. I never sleep right.”
“Is that why you brought wine to bed?” he asked, his tone playful.
“Oh, shut up, you.” She gave his shoulder a little slap. “I knew you’d tease me about that.”
“Only because I don’t want to have to divorce you when your teeth rot out before you’re 60.”
Sarah laughed, the conversation and the humor serving to shake off the last vestiges of her post-orgasmic stupor. She turned onto her side to face him. “But, honey, think of the fun we could have if I had no teeth.” She leaned in to give him a gummy kiss, covering her teeth with her lips and playfully nipping at him. “Blowjobs would be so much fun. All that mouth with no teeth to worry about…”
Elias barked out a laugh, his teeth bumping against her lips as he broke into an abrupt grin. He gripped the nape of her neck and pulled her in close. “Oh, how I love your crazy mind, Sarah.”
She smiled, then in one swift motion, she lifted herself off the bed and swung a leg over Elias’ body so she was straddling him, her hips low across his torso. His erection brushed against her ass, and she knew he could feel her pussy, still so wet, leaving moisture on his stomach. “And I love you, too,” she said. She leaned over him, bracing her palms on his shoulders, and kissed him, hard. The angle allowed her to press in, deepening the kiss and holding him in her control. She let her tongue drift into his mouth, and smiled when he immediately extended his in return and they moved their tongues together.
As they kissed, Sarah straightened her body so she was on top of Elias with her legs between his instead of straddling him. From that position, she began to thrust her hips, pressing against his erection. “So,” she started, kissing at the underside of his jaw, burying her face and nose in the crook of his neck, rubbing against the sharp stubble there and breathing in his scent that she’d so missed. “Is it my turn to savor you now?” She didn’t wait for an answer, instead she continued kissing, moving to his collarbone, biting along it with her lower teeth.
“Hmmm, sure,” Elias lazily responded, his eyes drifting closed. “Whatever you want.”
Sarah paused her kisses and brought her forearms up onto his chest, crossing them and resting her chin near one elbow. She tilted her head and squinted up at him thoughtfully. “Well. If you don’t have an opinion, perhaps I’ll just sit here and stare at my hunky husband for awhile.” Sarah smirked as his eyes popped open.
“Or…” she continued. “Since I’m in the vicinity, I could suck your cock. I could lick you. Kiss you. Make you beg.” As she talked, Sarah slowly dragged her bottom teeth along the surface of her own arm. “But I can’t let you come, my darling. I want you inside of me.” Sarah bit on her own arm and groaned. “I believe you promised you were going to fill me up.”
“I did promise, didn’t I?” Elias grinned at her, and he reached out to cradle the side of her face. She leaned into his palm.
“Yes, you did.” Sarah lifted herself up, extending her arms to brace her hands against the mattress on either side of him. She placed a kiss in the center of his chest, slowly pushing her tongue onto his skin and taking in the slightly salty taste as she swirled it in a quick circle. She kept her tongue out and began licking down his torso. “You certainly fucking did.”
Sarah descended, moving to straddle one of his legs and rub her wet pussy against his thigh. She hummed with pleasure as she opened her lips around one nipple and sucked it into her mouth, licking over its surface and feeling its stiff peak against her tongue before giving it the lightest bite and making her way to the other side. She dropped one hand to his chest and slowly ran it along the side of his body, coming to rest on his hip. As she began to glide her mouth downward, she slid her palm under his ass, squeezing where it met the back of his thigh.
“Mmmm, baby.” Elias had started exhaling loudly, a low whimper punctuating every few breaths.
She inhaled deeply against his skin, smiling into his flesh between kisses, enjoying his nearness. She licked over his bellybutton, and smirked as it elicited a startled “ah-ha“ above her. He wasn’t ticklish in many places, but that was one of them. She shifted her body lower, now wetly straddling his calf, and brought the palm that was on his ass around to graze over the surface of his cock. She lightly ran her thumb up his erection, feeling how warm and hard it was against her skin. She wanted to take the time to kiss Elias all over. To reacquaint herself with his body, to fill her senses with his smell and his taste. But her own stewing arousal, still simmering and growing more insistent, tugged at her as she continued to press her pussy against his leg.
With her thumb rubbing across the head of his cock, Sarah leaned in to drag her tongue up its length. She smiled as it twitched under her touch. She loved being between his legs -- his pubic hair tickling across her chin and cheeks, the warmness radiating off his body, how concentrated his scent was. She always felt completely enveloped by him like this. As if he was holding her emotions, her very being, in his grasp as much as she was holding his. She adored listening to his reactions. Hearing his low moans or sharp inhales as she licked and fondled his cock, his balls, his ass, his thighs. She felt powerful. Content.
She opened her mouth wide and sunk it over his erection, closing her eyes as the taste of precome and his velvety skin filled her. She slowly took him in as far as she could, bringing her hand back to the base of his cock and circling it in her fist. She moved her head and her hand in time, and quieted her breathing as his breaths became louder. With her eyes still closed, she could imagine what he looked like, mouth open, eyes shut, his face a picture of anticipation. His palm fell heavily onto the top of her head, his fingers threading into her hair and stroking lightly at her scalp. It was amazing what the simple touch could do to make her feel loved.
“Oh, Sarah,” Elias breathed out. “God...your mouth.”
Up and down she moved her head, speeding the motions as much as she dared, his cock brushing against the roof of her throat. She concentrated on his length filling her, stretching her lips. She relished his hardness. A thin rivulet of saliva ran from one corner of her mouth, helping his cock slide easily through the circle of her fist. She kept moving, tight and fast, and listened carefully to his reactions. She didn’t want him to come. Not yet.
When she could hear his breathing and his moans begin to sound in an unbroken loop, she removed her hand from his cock and placed it low between his legs. Elias responded by spreading them for her, and she dragged her fingers along the crease of his ass. Caressing, not pushing. She cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm and running her thumb across the pliable and bumpy skin there, so different from the smooth hardness of his cock.
“Ooooh baby,” Elias moaned.
“Mmmm.” Sarah didn’t want to remove her mouth to respond. He had started rutting his hips upward, shallowly thrusting his cock deeper into her throat. She could think of nothing else except this man beneath her, in her. The pleasure so basic. So sublime.
She withdrew her hand from his balls and brought it back to the bed near his hip. She changed her position so only the head of his cock was in her mouth and she sucked hard on it, hollowing out her cheeks and breathing deeply through her nose. She smiled at the choked moans the action caused above her. From this angle, she could glance up at him. Both of his arms were now above his head, one clinging onto the headboard and the other buried in his own hair. She sucked again, and again, and took in the sight of him writhing on the bed, cricketing one leg back and forth against the sheets. She lifted her mouth from his cock and sat up, licking her lips.
“I can't wait any longer,” she said, resting back on her haunches. “Eli...I need you inside of me...now.”
Elias pushed himself up so they were chest to breast, and grabbed at the back of her neck to pull her in for a messy kiss. “Yes,” he whispered between kisses, their tongues tangling with each other. “Yes, dear god -- yes.”
“Like this,” she said, moving her pussy closer to his cock and circling her arms around his neck. “I want you like this.” She pushed him toward the top of the bed, still sitting upright, and scooted up with him, spreading her legs wide around his hips. She grabbed the headboard with one hand and reached the other between them to hold his cock, raising up slightly as she guided him inside of her. The head breached her dripping cunt, and she moved both hands to grip the headboard, throwing her head back as she pushed her hips down onto him. “Fuuuuck,” she murmured on a slow exhale as he quickly and completely filled her up.
With his cock buried deep inside of her, Sarah adjusted her legs, wrapping them around Elias so she was sitting in his lap. She circled his neck with her arms, holding on, clinging so they would remain close. She kissed him then, open and wanting. Soft and wet lips meeting soft and wet lips.
“Fuck me, Eli. I want you to fuck me.”
Elias dug his fingertips into the creamy flesh of her hips as he scooted them away from the wall at the head of the bed. “I’ll need a bit more room,” he explained, looking into her eyes. “OK,” she whispered as she smiled at him and leaned in for another kiss. “Whatever you need.” She held onto his neck and kept their lips attached as he adjusted their hips, keeping his cock inside of her as he bent his knees, his feet now planted flat on the rumpled sheets. The bed covers had long since found their way into mounds on the floor. She let him maneuver her body as he needed. She loved letting go and following his lead. She loved shutting out the need to think. She loved giving herself up to his lips, his cock, his hands.
He pulled away from her kisses, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and giving it a nip before leaning back onto his palms, now behind him for support. Sarah dropped her hands to his torso, one in the center of his chest and the other curling around his waist. She looked at her husband, who had started to roll his hips upward, slowly and rhythmically fucking into her. He had her pinned in his gaze, his eyes not leaving hers. She took the hand from his chest and brought it to her own body, spreading her fingers wide as she dragged them up her belly to squeeze her left breast, roughly kneading the pale flesh and circling her nipple with her thumb.
She smiled. His eyes had dropped from her face to her chest.
“Eli.” She stopped the motion of her hand and his eyes returned to her face. “God, you feel so fucking good,” she whispered, her chest heaving. “More -- please… just more.”
He didn't need further prompting. His languid thrusts quickly became more purposeful and he drove his hips up into hers. Sarah moaned loudly and dropped her head back, moving to palm both breasts. She felt as if she would melt away. Her head swam and she was unable to focus on anything but the bouncing, the piercingly deep sensation of his cock buried inside of her, of their skin, their breathing, their…
“Oh god,” she whimpered, momentarily squeezing her eyes tightly closed. Jesus fuck, she adored the intensity of making love this way. She was completely lost to the feeling of Elias below her, in her, around her. She tilted her head forward and sucked first her thumb, then two fingers, into her mouth before rubbing the wet digits over her erect nipple. Then she did the same with the other hand. The new sensation helped her snap out of her daze and she returned her attention to Elias, who was watching her intently.
“Hi,” she said, smirking.
“Hi, yourself,” he replied, biting his upper teeth into his bottom lip as he gave a hard thrust upward.
“I missed you,” she said, her breath catching as Elias continued plunging his cock into her.
“I know,” he replied with a thrust so hard that Sarah almost toppled.
He was smiling, his body covered with a sheen of sweat, his lips wet and kissed red. He was watching her, enjoying her.
“I feel conspicuous like this,” she said, breathing still ragged. She knew her body was moving with every thrust. Her breasts swaying, her belly jiggling. She couldn’t hide the expressions on her face, nor the noises falling from her lips -- all unguarded proof that she was swiftly, slowly, surely falling to pieces.
“Don’t,” Elias said, leaning forward to capture her lips in a quick kiss. “I like watching you. I like watching you let go.”
“I know,” she said, ducking her head. “You’re the only one who can.”
She pitched herself forward to kiss him, changing their angle so he wasn't quite as deep but allowing him to thrust up into her much more easily. She held her mouth against his, open but not kissing, just breathing in each other and feeling, feeling, feeling. God, how she loved his cock inside of her. She loved his lips on her, his fingers in her hair, their skin sliding slickly against each other. She could make herself come on her own as well as any grown woman could, but those orgasms were a faint whisper of what it was to be enveloped this way. She never wanted to give up the feeling of his cock buried inside of her. Him inside her. Being stretched open, driven into, held...she adored it. She craved it.
“Eli,” she said. “Will you…” She stopped and met his eyes, then tilted her head back the slightest amount.
“Yes. Yes of course, darling,” he said.
In one swift move, he pushed forward, wrapping an arm around her body, and abruptly changed their positions so he was now on top of her, Sarah on her back. She wiggled her hips to readjust and get the angle of his cock just right, tilting the crown of her head into the mattress when it once again slid inside of her deeply, perfectly.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked. “Is this what you’ve wanted all morning?”
She smiled. “You know I like you on top of me.”
Elias resumed fucking into her, now the weight of his body driving her hips wider apart. Sarah wrapped her legs around his back and gripped his neck, thrusting up as much as he was thrusting down. She pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, their teeth clanking with unfinessed force. The hair around their faces was starting to curl with sweat. She could taste the salty sheen on his face, and she licked across his lips, dragging her tongue down and along his jaw.
His thrusts were starting to accelerate, like a train picking up steam. She knew he had to be close. She sensed her own orgasm starting to crest again. The brightness of its presence prodded at her insides and turned the world around her to liquid pleasure. Nothing existed except for all the places where their bodies connected.
“Come for me, baby,” she whispered into his mouth. “Please, please come inside of me.”
She moved her hands down to grip his ass and began mouthing messily at his neck while she thrust up with purpose, pursuing her own orgasm as much as she was driving for his. The sound of their skin slapping against each other started to grow and they were both moving so fast, so erratically. He let out a low growl-like sound with every thrust and gripped hard onto the hair at the nape of her neck. She felt her climax building and she started chanting, low and quiet, “please please please, please please please” Not meaning anything in particular, she just couldn’t not let the sounds bubble out of her into the air.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Elias chanted above her. He opened his mouth against her shoulder and placed imprecise, nip-laden kisses there. He had started to babble, too. “Oh baby” and “oh yes” and “fuck yes” falling in rapid succession from his lips. The words so quiet and joined together they were almost indistinguishable.
Sarah felt her orgasm breaking through. And she reached for it. She chased that shiny bauble until she finally, finally caught it on her fingertips and it broke open, spilling messy and wet over her palms. She tossed her head back and let out a long, loud whimper as she came and came and came.
As she was riding out the feeling, Elias gave a final burst of thrusts and came hot inside of her with a single exhaled “yes…” and bit hard on her shoulder. They continued moving their hips, riding out the crashing sensation, letting the force of it slowly fade, letting the bedroom take shape again around them. Elias slowed his movements to small circles of his hips and gripped his arms tightly around her neck, hugging her into him, his ragged breathing right next to her ear. Then he dropped his body onto hers and let out a laugh.
“Christ. Good morning is right,” he chuckled.
Sarah laughed in return, relishing the comforting weight of his body on hers and the post-orgasmic haze that made the room look brighter, made her feel lighter. She stretched up to meet his mouth for a slow kiss, lazily dragging their lips across each other. Then she closed her eyes and listened as their breathing returned to normal, their chests rising and falling together.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
Elias rolled off of her and placed a fleeting kiss to her shoulder before returning to his own pillow. “I’m so glad to be home.”
Sarah turned onto her side to look at him. She never fully understood the depth of her yearning for him until he was back within arm’s reach. With Elias alongside her, she could breathe again. His eyes were fluttering shut. His face was relaxed. Happy.
“Me, too, darling,” she whispered before closing her own eyes again. “Me, too.”