The morning sun pushes its way through the bamboo blinds, sending threads of light screaming into our vacation hideaway. The ocean breeze gently sways the blinds, and makes the beams dance around the room, playfully announcing another day. My husband and I seem so small, lying together in the middle of our giant wooden bed. Four huge posts rise grandly toward the ceiling, holding a sheer and flimsy canopy that gives the bed a sense of privacy, as if attempting to shield the angels from seeing our private play. My husband's breathing rises and falls in time with the sounds from the rhythmic surf, making me feel incredibly in touch with him, and with the world. I want this moment to last forever, and wish I could stop the relentlessly advancing daybreak.
David is lying on his back, totally naked, as he floats between slumber and awareness. I lift up slightly and give his body a slow, long gaze, and break into a little smile as I see he is without his typical morning erection. Instead, it lays flat against him, only rising and falling as his stomach moves with his breathing. It's gratifying to know that I must have completely satisfied him last night, and I flash back to the powerful orgasm he had just a few hours ago as he relentlessly pounded his body into my eager and receptive body. The huge bed shook and screamed its creaks of pending pleasure as it fought back against David's thrusts. Even the canopy flapped with joy, waving in time to my building desires.. Being so far from any other vacationers, we let our voices loudly project our passions, and our screams of ecstasy filled the night air as his pleasure shot into me and became mine.
Even though his manhood now lies calm and dormant, I know it has an endless and unrelenting appetite for me. It is merely resting, gaining strength and replenishing its supply of milky venom. With only my slightest movement, my most gentle stroke, or my softest kiss, it will surge in size and strength as it maneuvers to penetrate me. But it also knows I am easy prey. I am addicted to it, and with each passing moment I crave it more and more, until my body writhes and aches under its control. Within minutes of entering me, it will empty its precious fluids into me, sending waves of pleasure through both its host and me. As it lies there, I can sense it longingly staring at me, silently begging to be aroused, and knowing it's already arousing me. It's one eye anxiously waiting and watching for the fast approaching opportunity to slide itself back into me.
Now, as I lay here watching David, my desire for him builds. I feel the tingle building deep inside me, and sense my wetness grow as my need for him turns to an ache. I slide down his chest, and put my mouth around his nipple. As I gently suck, my tongue moves around his hardening nipple, and he begins to stir from his sleep. He lets out a soft moan as I roll over him, and put a knee on each side of him as I straddle his body. As I put my mouth around his other nipple, I press my pelvis against his. I can feel his member growing and pressing against my pussy. His cum from last night still lingers me, so his penis effortless starts to slip into me as it grows. With all my wetness and cum, it feels velvety and smooth as it slithers itself into me. With only the smallest of motions, and a little guidance from my hand, he fully enters me. I grab him tightly around the neck, pulling my boobs tightly against his chest. I lift my hips, and let his penis slide out until its head is just barely in me. I stop for a moment, letting the anticipation grow for the next stroke. With a small grunt, a slam my hips back into him, taking his entire length into me. I feel his head bottom into me, and he gives out a deep "ohhh."