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I awoke very early the next morning. Kristina was there next to me in bed, her sunset-red hair sprayed over her pillow and her viola-shaped body under the blankets we shared. I crept out of bed and into the bathroom.
On the way there, I felt a warm slippery feeling between my legs and around my balls. Closed the door, then felt down below. My scrotum was covered from base to tip with slick; a blend of water-based lube and Kristina’s copious issue. I love how wet she can get.

I got a Kleenex and dried my scrotum off, did the morning pee, used some mouthwash, washed my hands, then crept back in and spooned her hourglass body. I liked the feeling of her soft long hair spread over the pillow under my cheek and ear. Kristina’s hair smelled faintly like shampoo mixed with sex and her natural smell. Could have kept my nose there all morning. Our bodies felt good together, and I fell asleep. The room was considerably brighter when next I woke. I admired the large sweeping curve her hip made under the blankets and felt that desire-smolder catch fire in my chest and a similar tingle in the head of my cock. Time for morning sex.

I snaked my way down under the covers and slid my fingers, palm open, into the center-space where her thighs and pussy met. Found her outer lips closed and sleeping like she was, pressed in against them, and made gentle circles. Kristina stirred after a few moments under the covers. I kept playing with the sleeping beauty’s sex. My cock began to grow—steadily. I wondered if she was still asleep or if she was faking it. A few more sexy feminine grunts came out, a few more shifts, then her thighs opened for me. I’ve always wanted to be woken up by a wet mouth around my penis, or a sweet-touching lubed hand. I wonder if I could be made to orgasm while still asleep. All that flashed through my mind right before I dove down onto her vulva.

Kristina was already wet and hard. I went to work. Slid one finger into her folds and directly over her PS-spot—and began to press. The feeling of that place inside a woman, at 6 o’clock down from her clitoris… how quickly it fills to an erotic-firm yet still soft feeling under my finger and the teasing arousing pleasure it gives my lover. ( Don’t worry, I plan on  creating video to show exactly what I do and how I do it to this erogenous zone.) And speaking of her clitoris, I had it sucked in-between my lips with my tongue gently waking it up while my finger softly pressed her PS-spot over and over again.

My underwear model’s occasional groans were louder now. I indulged in her pussy for a while after she threw the blankets off of us, which gave me light to look straight up from her cunt over her curly mons just above my nose, on up over her lust-inspiring body. That sight has to it an early erotic feeling mixed into the fire in my chest of looking up a woman’s skirt that I had as a kid. All I remember next was her begging for my cock again. Kristina on her back, her knees up, touching the sides of her big round breasts. Her flexibility made that position easy for her to hold. While letting her depths get used to my erection, I oiled my hands some and looked into her big hazel eyes, now half-lidded, her lips barely open. I grasped her tits in my hands, her nipples touching the center of my palms, fingers spread over the soft globes. One of my favorite dominant positions to fuck in: my weight leaned forward, pining her down while my hands squeeze and savor the crackling lust-flames for her, her body and power of our shared present. The feeling of my cock moving in the satin and plush-perfection of her ready vagina that had just gone wet inside… again… combined the sensation of her awesome breasts in hand, nipples growing now up into my palms, has to be one of life’s sweetest, simplest, and most precious of fruits.

I got down. Gave the relentless side of my sex drive more leash to work with. It bade me suck a breast into my mouth. My instincts urged next to slowly close my teeth down around the soft womanflesh while simultaneously working her nipple with my tongue. My world was focused down onto cunt and breast. I’d totally lost track of what my other hand was doing to her other breast. Those are the times I wish I had two heads. Or a threesome partner doing exactly the same thing to their breast as the one I have in my jaws. Later Kristina would tell me how much she loved the jaw closed down tight to just the right level and my tongue chaotically flickering over her nipple. But even better, would be my teeth then traveling down to the nipple after that and finding the right mix of pleasure and pain, holding that pressure, while I kept pumping straight into her to the hilt. Which is what I did once she put her hand at her clit. (Did I mention she’s a brilliant sexual communicator?) She rubbed tight circles over and over and breathed. I went back to holding a bite on her sucked-in breast while my tongue and her hard nipple slamdanced together.

“Oh…”

Kristina took another breath, her lower body limp, her pussy still taking cock, felt it open a little more go wet again just before she said,

“Baby, I’m coming!”

The way she said it sounded soooo good.

Her voice showed signs of struggle against the super-pleasure thudding and throbbing in her sex. Kristina’s hand was just shy of a blur on her clitoris. And it was hard, gloriously difficult, to push into her. Her developed PC muscles forced me to slow down in order to keep my thrust strong and true each time I made her take it. My lover slowed her hand, which I noticed and in turn slowed my penetration, relaxed my jaw’s grasp around her natural D-cup breast. I was on my knees, using my legs to power my movement and the lactic acid was burning by now, but was getting better.

I don’t remember what happened next except when we were looking at each other, enjoying the eye contact, and I said, after not having come yet, erection still strong and aching for her:

“You know, I’m the kind of man who doesn’t have to come every time he has sex. You can use my cock for your pleasure for as long as we are together, baby.”
She liked. 

-Fin

I often utilize my blog to write, with each lover's permission, on the sex I'm having in real-life. I do so of course for the sultry entertainment value and also to show the kind of sex I am having and doing. Ever wondered if a sex educator or therapist could live up to what they preach? Well, I have. My intention is for it to teach and illuminate as much as titilate. Imagine yourself feeling and co-creating with your partner the things in this blog. If you find yourself needing to learn
how to make these things happen for real, I welcome you to schedule a talk-teaching or sex coaching session with me. Enjoy to the fullest.
-E.A

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