A thousand years

The morning after

                                                                               Emily

"Mmm, good morning gorgeous." Oliver's low, gravelly bedroom voice sent an instant shiver through me as I slowly blinked awake. His tousled sandy hair and sleepy grin were the first things that came into focus in the hazy morning light.

"Morning yourself, stud," I managed in a scratchy tone, stretching out languidly and relishing the way our naked limbs tangled further in the rumpled sheets. My body was still deliciously sore and humming from all the rounds he'd put me through last night.

Oliver caught the slight wince that flickered across my face as I extended my tired muscles. "How's that sexy little body doing after our marathon?" he rumbled, trailing his fingertips over the constellation of marks he'd sucked into the sensitive spots along my throat. "Need me to rub you out?"

"Keep talking like that and you're going to have me ready for another round way too soon," I replied with a breathless laugh, already feeling fresh tingles blossoming under his touch.

He flashed me a wicked grin before ducking in to capture my mouth in a deep, leisurely kiss that had me melting against the mattress. God, I'd never get enough of making out with this man - trading deep, drugging strokes of the tongue while our bodies rolled and pressed scorchingly together. It was like we'd spent lifetimes mastering the perfect choreography.

Eventually Oliver pulled back, resting his forehead against mine as we panted hotly. "Well then let's get this sexy little reunion started, shall we?" he husked, dragging my ruined tank top off over my head to bare my chest.

His calloused hands felt electric as they palmed over my breasts, thumbs brushing back and forth over my peaked nipples until I was squirming wantonly. "Jesus, Oliver..."

He hummed deep in approval, lips trailing down to close over one taut bud as he sucked hard. My back arched reflexively as electric sparks shot down my spine. "Fuck yeah, just like that baby. I want to taste every inch of you this morning."

His wicked mouth was as good as his word - licking, sucking, and nipping his way down my body with tantalizing focus. By the time he settled between my thighs, I was already a panting, whimpering mess just from the journey.

"Christ, you're so goddamn pretty all spread out for me like this," Oliver rasped in blatant appreciation. He dragged the calloused pads of his fingers through my slick folds, spreading me open obscenely before ducking in to lave a long, filthy stripe up the center with his tongue.

I cried out shamelessly, hips bucking wildly at the exquisite swirl of sensation. My fingers fisted in his tousled locks, pulling him in deeper. "Fuckkk...right there, Oli. Need your tongue inside me, baby."

"You got it, greedy girl," was his muffled reply before his wicked mouth latched over my throbbing clit and he drove two thick fingers knuckle deep. I keened high in my throat, back bowing off the bed as the coordinated suction and stroking started.

"There you go, that's my sweet girl taking what she needs from me," Oliver growled against my over-sensitized flesh, working me relentlessly. "Cum all over my tongue like a good little slut, Emmy."

The guttural, filthy command combined with the downright obscene noises he was making sent me crashing over the edge hard. I shuddered and convulsed through the shattering release with Oliver coaxing every last exquisite shockwave from my body.

Before I'd even remotely drifted down from the high, he was repositioning me up onto my hands and knees with my face mashed into the pillows. "We're just getting started over here," he rasped gruffly, easily swatting aside my boneless attempts to turn over as he slotted the blunt head of his cock against my drenched entrance. "Gonna make sure you can't walk straight for days after I'm done with this sweet little pussy..."