Breakfast in Bed

I feel a flood of relief when he brings the lube out. Then I know he is going to fuck me. Or is he? Damn him, he pushes two fingers in, pours the slick lube all down my ass-crack, but doesn’t go further, just pistons those fingers in my ass, deep, until his knuckles are pressed behind my balls and his fingers are rubbing against my prostate. Christ, I’m moaning, unable to even beg him to fuck me. It feels so good I don’t want him to stop!

A third finger and I gasp. It’s tight now, almost painful, but he adds more of the lube, and it just feels intense. I’m still jerking off. Extra lube is dripping down my balls, gets onto my hand. Everything is slipperier.

When he finally mounts up behind me, I am already close. My ass clenches with pleasure so I have to stop playing with myself for a minute while he gets it into me. The head slips in, a rude intrusion, and then he’s sliding in balls-deep, a slow, lewd slide that buries him all the way inside me.

I grunt, shoving back, and he fucks me. The morning sun streaks both of us, it’s going to be a beautiful day. It’s already perfect, with him inside me and me pushing back on his marvelous, perfect cock, jerking myself into a desperate orgasm so powerful it almost hurts. I gush all over the sheets, messily, but I don’t care.

Even when he rolls me to my back in the wet spot, shoots his come all over me in a sunlit shower of jizz, I don’t mind. I’m covered with him in our warm and comfortable bed, and it seems like the day is just getting started.

It’s going to be a beautiful day, indeed.