Our Mornings PART 2

He responds in kind, “Fuck, yeah Princess, that’s it, come on.”

I’m meeting him thrust for thrust.  I moan, “More, tell me more… I love hearing your voice telling me all those dirty things…”

He growls against my neck, “Like how fucking tight your cunt is? It’s tight and warm, and fucking wet. My dick is in fucking paradise right now…”

I feel the pressure building up in my abdomen.

 

“Yeah, Princess? Did I tell you how fucking hot your tits are? I wanna see you play with your tits.” I oblige, licking my fingers and tweaking my nipples, throwing my head back. “Fuck, yes, like that… I’m gonna be picturing this all day today, getting your nipples all wet like that.” I bend my head down to blow on them and they harden up like little pebbles. “When I’m fucking you like this, your tits are extra bouncy. Use your hands and squeeze them, I want to pretend they’re my hands.” Again, I oblige, and the extra stimulation is about to send me over the edge. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, that’s it, Princess. Play with your tits like a dirty girl.”

“Like a slut?”

“Fuck, yes, like my little slut. Fuck you’re so hot like this.”

I go from gentle tweaking of my nipples to painful twisting, finding that the sensations travel straight to my clit in a most blissful way.

He sees me twisting my nipples and biting my lip harshly, “Are you making it hurt, baby?”

I nod frantically, “Yeah, and it hurts so good, Ste…. So, so good.”

He groans and starts thrusting faster and harder, “Then make it feel good, baby, make it feel good.”

I feel the coiling in my abdomen “Oh god, I’m close, I’m so close!”

“Then come for me, baby… I wanna see you come while you’re playing with your tits.”

I feel my body release, my toes curl, my fingers are pinched around my nipples, pulling them hard while my orgasm crashes over me. I hear Steven groan as he swells inside me, then I feel his hot come surging into me, filling me up. I lean forward and drop my head on his shoulder while we still our bodies, chests still heaving and a sheen of sweat glistening over our bodies.

I lift my head off his shoulder and nip playfully at it. His hand is caressing my back, trailing up and down my spine. The alarm reads 5:30. “We’ve got 30 minutes to shower.” I’m still straddling him and he’s still inside me when he stands up and walks us to the bathroom.

“Let me down! I have to turn the water on!” He lets me slide down, but tickles my sides as I slip, and I turn the hot water on in the shower. Before I can turn around, he’s already behind me and pulls my back to his chest. He snakes his fingers around my front until he can thrust two fingers into my pussy. While we wait for the water to heat up, he’s finger-fucking me mercilessly. Just as I’m about to come, he stops so he can step into the shower with a wicked smirk. I let out a frustrated groan.

“Relax Princess, we don’t want to waste hot water. Now, get in here so I can tongue-fuck you.” I jump in without delay and he shoves me against the wall of the shower. He hands me a shampoo bottle, “Here – lather up your hair with shampoo. You can multitask, right?”

“I’m usually great at multitasking, but I don’t usually have your tongue fucking my pussy, so… OH!” He’s on his knees in an instant, throws one of my legs over his shoulders and spears me with his tongue. And holy fuck he’s good at what he does. He does that thing where he gets his tongue all the way inside of me and my knees give out. He throws my other leg over his other shoulder so that I can lean limply against the tile wall while he keeps eating me out. I’ve got my fingers tangled up in my own hair, and apparently my attempts at lathering were surprisingly successful. I’m all blissed out, ready to come apart, when he starts fucking me with his fingers and sucks on my clit, and I’m over the edge. “Yes, oh my god—OH fuck!” I feel my pussy spasm around his fingers, my clit throbbing.

Steven lets me down and spins me around so I’m facing the wall, and my body is buzzing with the anticipation of being taken from behind in the shower. I feel him standing behind me, still caressing my clit with one hand while he uses the shower head to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. The shampoo quickly rinses out and he grabs a bottle of conditioner, squirting some of it on his hand, then massaging it through the rest of my hair.

“Rose, I’m gonna fuck you, now.”

“Please, yes.” I spread my legs apart to give him easier access. As he presses close behind me, I continue, “…and Ste…?”

He speaks into my ear in between love bites and licking under my earlobe. “Yeah, Princess?”

“Make it hurt.”

He curses under his breath, “Fuck.”

Then he slams me forward against the wall in front of me, not hard enough to actually do damage, but enough to surprise the hell out of me. I turn my face to the side so my cheek is pressed against the shower wall. The cold tile against my nipples is indescribably blissful. He presses against me with his entire body, almost (but not quite) suffocating me.

“Keep your palms and your face against the wall, you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My excitement is making me breathless. Although, that could also have something to do with being smothered into the shower wall. 

He uses a hand to lift one of my knees up, completely opening up my pussy. Steven grips onto my waist and pulls my hip slightly away from the wall. He lifts my hips up, positions himself, then abruptly pulls me down and impales me harshly onto his rock hard cock.

“Like that, Princess?”

“Oh g-god, y-yes… L-Like that!”

 

He repeats the action a few times – lifting me up, then yanking me back down onto him.

As Steven thrusts harder and faster, he wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head to the side. I can feel his eyes as they observe and admire the marks on my exposed neck.

I groan in frustration, “I need more,”

“Need more what? Baby, tell me,”

“I don’t know! Something!”

He wraps my hair even tighter around his fist as I dig my fingernails into my palms. “YES… that… please, more…”

“You like it rough, Princess?”

“YES… fuck… oh, GOD, yes!”

Steven growls as he thrusts up into me with incredible force while he pulls my hair, jerking my head to the side again. He bites down at the nape of my neck, earning a growl from me in return as I feel my entire body tense up. My orgasm brutally rips through me, and I feel the world around me implode. I feel electricity charging through my body, bolts of pleasure striking from my core to my fingernails. I’m so far gone, I don’t even realize that Steven has stilled behind me until I can feel the warmth of his come inside of me, dripping out of me and down my thigh. I’m still leaning forward, my face pressed against the tile wall, chest heaving as I recover.

I open my eyes and see Steven’s hand and forearm on top of mine, pressed against the wall. I wiggle my other arm, the one I can’t see, and I can feel that it is in the same position – sandwiched between Steven’s arm and the wall. I am held captive between my protector’s arms. His forehead is leaning on my shoulder, his breaths are heavy and I can feel his entire body move behind me with each inhale and exhale. The water from the shower is pouring over his back and cascading gently over me.

As I regain my bearings, I clear my throat and pick my head up. “Oh my god… Just… Oh my god…”

Steven huffs a dazed laugh and wraps an arm over my middle and pulls me back against him while he grabs the shower head with his other hand and proceeds to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. I lean back into his chest and turn my head up to nuzzle his adam’s apple. He meets my lips and kisses me deeply, breathtakingly.

I break the kiss, and can’t wipe the look of ecstasy that I’m certain is plastered across my face. “I’m not going to say I want that all the time… but… holy fuck that was fantastic.”

He leans back down to kiss me again. “You’re fucking incredible, Princess.”