Sleeping in
with unexpected guests
NSFW.
I wake with your hand cupping my chin, soft kisses landing on my temple, my shoulder, my neck. I’m in a dream of our making, sleepy and slow. You hand draped across my middle. I’m pinned and let myself enjoy the weight of you.
Sinking into the sheets and every exhale taking me down into the haze of us, the effect you have on me. You nuzzle at my ear and growl, soft as a lion cub, “let me have you, let me take you down.”
A soft intake, hitched breath giving you the green light. There aren’t words down here, but I tap my enthusiasm with my fingers on the pillow. More growling, approval and forewarning. My eyes are closed, mouth open and breath getting faster with every passing moment.
You flip my body in a swift movement that adds to my delighted confusion. Face down and limbs akimbo. I’m everywhere and nowhere as you lay on top of me. Your hands stroking my hair, kneading my thighs and pressing all my buttons. A thumb slips into my mouth and I suck.
“Mmmm….” I’m not entirely sure who was murmuring, if it was me or you. Then I feel two hands working my feet. You whisper in my ear, hot and slow, “it’s time to let us take you, my love… time to surrender and completely obey your instructions” I suck the thumb a bit more. Is it yours?
I don’t lift my head out of the fog even an inch, just indicate my consent with the tapping we established for all those moments words are gone. I love to let them go and be only a body that is pleased and thrilled. A body that trembles and shimmers under touch and grip.
Your thumb in my mouth, your hand softly present at my throat, two strong hands rubbing my feet and removing anything resembling tension, and breath all around the pile of us. There is loving touch and pressure, a leaping heart beating its wings under my ribs. I am not Adam, nor Eve, but a third splendid being that is all of us.
More hands arrive to grip my wrists and I’m losing count of bodies and intentions, positions and power dynamics. There is nothing to concern myself with as my lover is driving it all for my pleasure. All of us in the pile enjoy the letter M, it seems the only sound we are capable of making until a hand finds its way to warm my behind. Soft at first, then with precisely delivered slaps. They scratch an itch and I find a second letter to add to the group’s repertoire. “Oh” I would say if my mouth weren’t full of a probing insistent thumb. A familiar, comforting presence wherever it finds a home in my body.
The bodies move me to my back, laying in my lover’s arms, with them behind me and my head on their shoulder. Gentle fingers trace my jaw and lips before drawing back to strike. An open hand, brilliant collision with my cheek, stars and bells and again and again. My mouth bereft of thumb I am panting and straining in cat and mouse with no desire to be free. The pressure is what I want. Push and pull, press and collide. My eyes stay closed because this is not about seeing but sensing. Each. Tender. Strike. Every surge and shift.
I have lost track of time and I am bent over the mattress now, a fist working away inside me, silent rapture and shaken taps on the hands holding mine. Kisses up and down my spine as I shudder and hold, hold, hold, then at last a murmur in my ear as close as skin. “Mmm, come for me”.
There is nothing else to do but allow my orgasm to shatter my skeleton and my soul until all of me is light. Electric and warm, ice cold and brilliant. The group could light up the world, with me as their vessel. I am on my way down from the stars as they move me to my knees and I open when I sense it at my cheek. My lover’s silicone cock here to greet me and my throat ready to devour every inch.
They gather my hair in their hand and I’m here to feel each nudge as the frenzied pace of the thrusting into my mouth speeds up. I feel the slow motion of each moment and my belly lurches into spasms. The hands that rubbed my feet prompt my hips to move and then I feel the Hitachi grinding against me. Mmm, we are all made of the mountains of that letter. The peaks and valleys of points and slides as a new voice urges me to come for her. My lover is stroking my head as I inhale them and I know it’s ok.
The deepest rumble emerges unbidden from me as I shudder and shake it all loose, eternally coming. It never ends but I am now lowered into the embrace that I know best. Every part of me dissolved into satisfied ravaged pools. I am the sweat on their skin, the smiles on their faces. Then sleep.


Hot!!! Damn. And sensual too. Love this one 🔥
So beautiful 🙂