Morning
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Early morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains covering the window. Olivia, still blissfully unaware of the new day's arrival, lay sleeping, the sunlight falling on her face, illuminating her naturally golden skin until she seemed to glow with the morning's light. As the early hours of the morning wore on, she began to stir, shifting her position repeatedly in the quest for comfort and a few more minutes of blissful unconsciousness.
Her quest was abruptly cut short as she felt an a soft, yet insistent, pressure that began at her shoulder blades, slowly following the curvature of her spine as it made its way down her back. Stopping at the small of her back, it would rebound, traveling upwards until it reached its starting location and began the process anew. Olivia's quickly-wakening mind slowly came to grips with the feeling, finally identifying its origin as a pair of knuckles, slowly moving over her naked back.
Naked Back. The thought brought her the memory of the night before. She turned over quickly in bed, suddenly coming face to face with the source of the ministrations.
Green eyes met her brown, his eyes staring into hers with a mix of adoration and admiration. Olivia thought she could see something beyond that in his eyes. Was it lust? Was it hunger? She couldn't tell. She didn't care.
Her eyes continued down the rest of his body, taking in the muscular form that was visible above the blanket. She took in the shape of his jaw, his lips, his nose, his blonde hair, and - finally- his eyes. She could get lost in those eyes, in that look that just might echo the feelings of hunger and lust that she was now experiencing.
Peter was doing his fair share of admiring as well. In front of him lay the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her soft, delicate neck and coming to rest right above her breasts. God they were beautiful. The cool morning air, in combination with her nakedness, had caused Olivia's nipples to harden invitingly and her skin to break out in goosebumps. Sweeping his eyes upward, he took in the sight of her perfect plump lips before, once again, locking eyes with her.
It was as if, in that moment, a powerful magnet had been switched on between them. Almost instantaneously, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths as their hands explored each other's bodies. Peter reached down, grabbing Olivia by the small of her back and pulling her tight to him, each point of contact sending jolts of energy through them, intensifying their passion into something wild and chaotic.
Olivia's hand found Peter's already solid erection, stroking him up and down as her other hand found her clit. Peter's hands ran themselves over her breasts, one stopping to tease her nipple as the other grabbed onto her firm ass, pulling her closer, kissing her harder and harder. Soon, they were both moaning as they kissed, her husky voice matching his throaty growls for intensity.
He broke the kiss first. Gasping for breath, she felt him kiss his way down her body, each touch of his lips sending spasms of pleasure through her body. He worked his way down her neck, his kisses trailing down her collarbone and onto her chest. Taking her other breast in hand, he locked his mouth onto her right nipple, his tongue teasing her, flicking back and forth across the most sensitive flesh on her breast. Every once in a while, he would bite down lightly, the feeling of his teeth causing her to arch her back ever-so-slightly and moan.
Olivia couldn't take it any longer. Her fingers had somehow found their way into Peter's hair, as if they were seeking out anything possible to hold on to. She now found herself pushing down on his head, urging him lower and lower. He complied, trailing kisses down her stomach and stopping, briefly, at her hips, before brushing lightly up against her clit.
He began slowly, licking his way down her slit until his tongue found her already soaking wet entrance . He spent some time there, running his tongue around her entrance once or twice before penetrating her and then starting the process again. When her moans became more frequent, he began moving back up toward her clit, his tongue inching toward the center of her pleasure. As soon as he got there, he knew he had found the right spot. She bucked against his face, grinding herself on to him, moaning loudly as she did. It was all he could do to simply hold on, her bucking hips making even that simple task nearly impossible.
With every moan from Olivia, he felt himself grow harder and harder. He had never felt so big, so filled with anticipation. He needed her, needed to feel her around him. He couldn't wait, every fiber of his being urging him on to this one singular act.
She felt the pressure of his tongue recede, only to be replaced by a new pressure slightly lower. He was pressing against her now, the head of his cock hot with anticipation and desire. He slowly entered her, inch by agonizing inch stretching her until she thought she couldn't take any more. And then she was empty, the incredible fullness that had just been a part of her suddenly gone, stripped from her as suddenly as it had been given.
She felt light headed as he entered her again, his glorious member shooting wave after wave of pleasure through her entire body.
She was on fire, each thrust raising the temperature higher and higher. Her hands sought out anything she could grab on to. One went back into hi's hair, his bent posture allowing her a firm grip. The other teased her nipple, pinching and pulling, sending her more and more into spasms of complete and total ecstasy.
He was in heaven. Under him was a gorgeous woman, writhing in ecstasy as he thrust into her again and again. Her moans, first his name, then various combination of curse words, had devolved into something primal, wordless echoes of both his and her pleasure.
Pleasure was something that he could get used to. He had never felt a woman like this before. Olivia fit him like a glove, her tightness enveloping his dick with every thrust, involuntary muscle spasms causing her to clamp down on him each time he pulled out.
He had always had trouble coming in the morning. Usually, he thought of it as a curse, making masturbating, and especially sex, difficult when he first woke up. Now however, he had never been so glad for the added stamina. Pulling completely out, he gently flipped her over. Instinctively, she thrust her ass into the air, arching her back and giving him the perfect entry from behind. Diving back into her pussy, he was astounded to feel that it, somehow, felt even more tight.
Peter began thrusting, first slowly, but picking up pace once he got going. Olivia had stopped moaning, and started screaming, the pillow her head was resting on blocking out just enough of the sound to prevent the neighbors in the apartment next door from hearing. Breath ragged, he kept thrusting. It wasn't long before he felt his balls tightening, signaling to him that his climax was near. He redoubled his efforts, digging deep into his hidden reserves of energy, thrusting and out of Olivia with an improbable vigor.
Her screams became more and more shrill, her cries of pleasure filling his ears, urging him forward. With a final scream, she came, her vagina contracting around his cock, clamping down on him over and over. He was not far behind, thrusting one final time before burying himself deep into her pussy and coming. Wave after wave of semen shot out of him, filling her with each pump until, finally, the waves of pleasure subsided.
Both Peter and Olivia collapsed onto the bed at the same time, their legs turned to jelly and their bodies completely drained of energy.
"Morning beautiful"
"Morning" she said kissing his neck.
He pulled her close and they kissed tenderly, melting into each other's arms as sleep once again took them.
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Olivia was standing in front of the sink, in his kitchen, doing the dishes from breakfast. All he could see were the back of her arms, as they flexed and unflexed. The sound of sloshing water, soap and the sponge rubbing on porcelain. An everyday image that had never before created a sexual stir in him. But it did now.
He approached her. Didn't say a word. Gently touched the sleeves of her shirt. He gave a slight tag and her shoulders were bare. The shirt fell all the way to her waist and stopped. She didn't turn around, kept on with her work, the dishes. He grabbed the fabric that had pooled around her middle and kneeled, taking it with him, all the way to the floor.
Without even acknowledging him, she raised her feet one at a time, to help him get it off. Her back was now naked. Shoulder blades moving, that line down her back that. It was such a sensual line. It moved languidly, dipping in and making you want to touch it with your fingers.
His next move was just as technical. His fingers touched the waistband of her tights. Peter moved them down, peeled them off. Again, he kneeled on the floor and she wordlessly helped him along. She appeared nonchalant, as if she didn't even realize what was going on. Just went on with the dish washing. Water sloshing, sponge rubbing, plates cracking against each other. Everyday sounds. Un-sexy sounds.
But what he was looking at was sexy. Naked back, naked legs and a black thong. It disappeared inside her ass, creating that half-moon he so admired. The fabric seemed to stop just before her flesh rose up, as if to present the globe of her ass to him, telling him: "Here, grab it, this is for you!"
He grabbed it. Palmed it. Squeezed it. Gently massaged it. And although she tried not to show it, he noticed that she had slightly curved her back, brought her arse up, to give him better access.
She wanted this. She was hot for it.
But still she didn't make a sound. Didn't turn around. Didn't acknowledge his presence in any other way. He was there simply to admire her. He was there simply because he couldn't help himself. Couldn't not touch her. Couldn't not grab her ass and hips and bring himself against her. Couldn't not rub his cock between her ass cheeks. And now he knew she was into this, because he finally stopped washing the dishes and her elbows came down on the sink for support. And she was bending over, more and more. Now it was on.
He started moving her panties down her legs. He was kneeling on the floor and he was so close to her pussy, that he actually saw the fabric stick to her wetness, before it peeled off. He knew the moment the cold air hit her lower half and turned her on even more. He smelled it. And he was could see her lips glistening. All he wanted was to lick them.
So he did. He grabbed her ass cheeks, made her bend over more and brought her pussy to his mouth. He could smell sex and arousal. And he wanted to get deeper. Fuck her with his tongue and teeth and feel her come on his face.
"Oh my god Peter yess"
By now, she had completely forgotten about the dishes. Her hands were still soapy but her fingers were trying to grab onto the sink, the tap, the wooden board, anything that would steady her and support her. She needed something to push off against, because by now, she was rubbing her pussy against his mouth, fucking him as much as he was fucking her. She was moaning and breathing heavily and moving with urgency.
"Let go Liv"
And then she came. She came with a groan that almost sounded pained. And it might have been because he was licking her pussy so hard and she was pushing up against his tongue with such force, that it might actually have been painful. But it was what she wanted then, what she needed. Pain and pleasure and come and tongue and teeth and groans and fingers and orifices and knowing that the dirtier it got, the more vulgar it became, the hotter it was.
After she came on his tongue, he wanted to fuck her again. Her head lying on the mount of dishes, her hair wet, her entire body limp and sweaty. She moved her legs further and he was on fire.
"Fuck me Peter"
That was it.
He took off his boxers and took his dick out. He was hard as hell, dripping, almost to the point of coming. He could have actually come just from licking her taste off his lips. But he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her. Fuck her good and hard and steady, until she came again on his dick. He wanted to stretch her and push her and feel her spasm around his dick because it felt so good. He wanted her vagina to take him in and suck him off.
So he did. He went in. Smoothly, because she was so wet it was just sticky cream by now. He could see his dick disappearing inside her, could see it come out through the seam of her ass.
"Oh fuck Olivia you feel so good" he groaned in her ear.
She was exhausted, could barely keep her balance but she looked happy being fucked. Until he started fucking her harder and she moaned hard.
"Oh fuck yesssss" she hissed, grabbing his hands that were resting on her hips.
He fucked her deeper and harder and faster. He grabbed her hair and tugged her head back.
"I love you so much" he whispered in her ear and bit down on her shoulder, close to the neck, like animals do. And then she came. Again. In an instant, while his teeth were still pushing into her flesh and his fingers were in her hair and his dick was pumping into her.
He came as well, as her walls were tightening around him. He came inside just to mark her in the most intrusive way possible.
He turned her around, looked at her face, saw the red colour in her cheeks and the tired grin on her lips.
"I love you" she said kissing him sweetly.
This felt so natural, so nice, so normal.
This was being in love, and they were really enjoying it.
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