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He rolled over and watched her sleeping. She lay on her stomach, facing away from him, and the sheets just barely covered her ass. A sultry smile grew on his face as he remembered the night before. She was wicked, naughty thing and last night had been yet another lust filled event. His reactions to her were primal and intense. Even looking at her now made his cock grow hard.
He moved closer to her, just pressing against her body with his. His hard-on brushed her thigh and a tiny sigh escaped her mouth in her sleep. Smiling at the sex filled images in his mind, he began to softly run his hand from her shoulder to her lower back. Back and forth, slowly inching his hand lower and lower until he had removed the sheet from her ass.
She had the most magnificent ass he’d ever seen, and now his hand cupped and squeezed it. Her hips moved slightly against his hand, beckoning him silently for more in her sleep. His fingers traced the crack between her cheeks, stopping to play a bit with the small pucker. A soft moan escaped her mouth and she shifted a bit, spreading her legs apart slightly to give his hand more access.
He leaned down and lightly nibbled and licked between her shoulders as his hand traced further down between her legs. She was already moist with need, he could feel it soaking the her hair. One of his fingers pried her lips open and slid up into the folds of her pussy. Moving it back and forth until he finally began to finger her clit. She quickly became very slippery.
A tiny chuckle escaped from him at how easy it was to make her horny. He knew she loved to be awoken this way, and he thoroughly enjoyed indulging her. She was quite simply the most fuckable woman he had ever known.
He moved the finger that had been circling her clit up her lips and slid it inside her. He finger fucked her slowly, making her thrust gently against him. A second finger joined the first, easily sliding in because of wet she was. She stirred awake at that moment and moaned.
Inching up a bit, he whispered in her ear, “Good morning, my sweet.”
She only smiled in return, keeping her eyes closed. She moaned again when his fingers moved back up to play with her clit again. Her legs spread wider of their own accord, and she heard the smirk behind his laugh. She knew he loved to arouse her, to bend her to his own lusty needs. And she loved the way he made her feel. All it ever took from him was a look or a touch and her panties flooded with her juices. He had eagerly learned what turned her on and tested her boundaries in ways no one else had in her past.
At her moan, he whispered, “Do you like that? Having my fingers playing with your pussy?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”, she whispered back.
“I won’t, my sweet. I know you love when I wake you up this way. And I love waking you up like this. I love getting you wet with my fingers. With my tongue. With my words. Do you feel how hard my dick is?”, he asked pressing his cock against her ass. His fingers never stopped their slow torture on her clit as he spoke to her.
She was the first woman he had been with who truly loved to talk during sex. The naughtier, the better. He made it an art form; never demeaning or callous. He would speak of what he would do, how she made him feel physically and what he was doing to her. Sometimes he would tell her his fantasies while he was deep inside her but not moving. He made her beg, loving to hear her speak to him the same way.
She whimpered in need, and he responded by gently thrusting against her ass. “You are such a horny thing, my sweet. All it takes to make you want me is a word or two. Such a little slut. But you’re my slut, aren’t you? You’re my sweet little slut. Say it. Say it and I’ll slide my dick deep inside your pussy. Say it and I’ll fuck you the way I know you want it.”, he whispered hotly.
“Oh god. Please... please fuck me. I’m so wet for you.”, she whispered back.
