D.I.L.F. (BWWM)

Time.

She pecked him ever so softly, she doubt he felt it. Though the hair on his chest was not thick, it was vast enough that he may not feel anything at all.

Yet he did. He mumbled silently, groaning as he stretched, but never opening his eyes. She smirked, climbing off the bed to rid herself of her clothes. She felt a shiver run up her spine, and decided to close the balcony doors. It was probably a draft.

She reinstated her place next to him, shoving her hands beneath his grey comforter. Stroking his leg, she kissed his cheeks.

Once.
Twice.
Thrice.

He smiled, but only for a moment. Other than that, he did nothing else.

"Wake up.", she moaned into the shell of his ear, still stroking his thigh.

"Mm, baby. Wake up. I'm yearning you."

She licked the shell of his ear, sucking it in slowly, and releasing it through the nip of her teeth.

"That was all you had to say.", he rasped. She screamed as he sprung up from laying on his side and pressed his firm body against hers. She tried to kiss him but he clasped his mouth and jogged to the bathroom.

"Come back here and kiss me!"

He laughed. "Morning breath. I've got morning breath."

The lovers shared a moment of laughter that died down peacefully. It was the weekend, and unlike other weekends, she was all his. It was too cold and damp for him to work today, and tomorrow was Sunday.

"The lord's day.", he told her last night. "He'd want me in bed with my woman."

"What do you want to do today.", he muttered through a mouth full of toothpaste and water.

"I want to get my pussy ate.", she groaned.

She was wet, hot and bothered. She so badly wanted to reach down in between her legs, to play with that place like she wanted to. But it could not compare to having his mouth against her. Teasing- suck- - -

"Alright, alright.", he teased her.

He took off his pajama bottoms at the end of the bed. His cock fell forward hard and veiny.

"I want you to fuck my face.", she hissed, clenching her thighs at the sight of him.

"I won't last a minute between those lips.", he climbed up on the bed.

Her mouth was already parted, awaiting the pressure of his lips. Instead, he darted out his tongue and licked her open mouth from lower lip to her Cupid's bow.

He tried, and failed, in ignoring the heat of her wetness against his steed.

"Kiss me.", she sweetly whispered, taking his chin in her kiss.

"Please."

He relinquished and pressed his mouth against hers. He pecked her, and still she begged. He grew harder, losing every bit of restraint each time she wind her wet mound into him. She felt so good. So good. And he wasn't even in her yet.

He didn't know where to put his focus, was it that beautiful place between her thighs, was it her breasts, and the brown nipples pressing into his chest? Or should he finally kiss her?

She took matters into her own hands and snaked her tongue between his lips and deepened the kiss. He moaned so sweetly. She liked that he didn't hold back his moans.

They separated, and before she could get the pleas out of her mouth, he pressed his wet tongue upon his breasts, fingering the other with his right hand while his left hand snaked past her navel to the bud of nerves waiting to be teased.