Literotic asexstories – Rise and Shine by gettingwet,gettingwet
I slowly swim up to consciousness out of a deep, dreamless sleep. Morning light filters through the window opposite the bed. I am barely awake, but my body is already aroused. I look down at the top of my husband’s head between my legs and smile.
He is licking my pussy juices, up and down, and my excitement builds. I raise my knees to give him better access to my sex. He pushes his tongue deep into my moist hole, and I push my hips up to meet him. God, it feels good. I put my hand lightly on top of his head, guiding him, and he responds by nibbling on my swollen bud. My other hand goes to my breast and I play with my erect nipple, twisting and pulling. My hips are moving without conscious thought. When he licks and sucks my clit, I arch my back and push down on his head. Fuck, fuck, I’m not even fully awake and I am about to cum. When I moan, he pushes my thighs farther apart and circles my engorged bud with his tongue, and I am quickly over the edge. I cry out and thrash and shake and wonder how I am so lucky to have this man in my bed.
I want to take him in my arms in a long, loving hug, but he quickly flips me over on my front and pushes my torso down to the bed. He pulls my hips up, keeping my legs spread and my ass in the air. He pushes his thick cock into my wet hole and starts to pump. He usually starts with slow, steady strokes, but now he is thrusting deep into me, hard and fast. He keeps me pinned to the bed with one hand while reaching around under me with his other hand to finger my slippery clit. I feel another orgasm building, and I try and push back onto his cock. He keeps fucking me with a fury, taking me from behind, and I surrender to his need. He cums with a roar, his cock thrusting into my creamy cunt, his fingers a blur on my clit, and I groan and cum again, my body trembling as the heat and fire pulses inside me.
Finally my husband pulls out of me and flops on the bed beside me.
“Rise and shine, my love.” He looks at me with a wolfish grin.
I look down at his still swollen shaft and smile. That is exactly what his cock has done, and he laughs, knowing what I am thinking. He strokes my clit gently, then climbs off the bed and heads for the bathroom. I lie on the bed for a few moments in the afterglow of orgasm, and then follow him. When we are finished, he heads for the door.
“I need coffee,” he says, then turns to me and adds, “Don’t put anything on.”
I go back into the bedroom and look at myself in the full-length mirror. The marks on my legs and ass and breasts from my session with the dominatrix in the oceanfront house several weeks ago have long since disappeared. But I can’t help but wonder if my husband’s performance this morning is a result of his lingering resentment at my occasional need to be dominated by strangers. We haven’t really spoken of it since that last time, but perhaps we should. I turn and head down the stairs to the kitchen.
When I get there, a mug of steaming hot coffee is waiting for me on counter. I pick it up and glance out to the covered porch in the back, where I see my husband. I walk out the sliding glass door into the warm morning air and join him at the table. Our back yard is totally private and not visible from the neighboring houses, and in fact we have made love out here a number of times. Once I even tied him to hooks in the ceiling and teased him at length before allowing him to fuck me repeatedly on the chaise. I smile at the memory as I sit down.
“God I love sex in the morning!” He leers at my naked body as I take my first sip of coffee.
“Apparently,” I respond, a touch of sarcasm in my voice. “You’ve never woken me up like that before.”
“I know. Did you enjoy it?”
“Of course. It’s just…” I hesitate, and his look turns serious.
“What?”
“I detected a note of…what, maybe anger? In the way you took me.”
He looks away from me and out to the backyard.
“Yeah, maybe a little,” he says softly.
“Maybe we should talk about it.” I look at him closely. There is a long pause before he turns back to me and responds.
“Why do you still do it?”
Now it is my turn to gaze into the backyard.
“I’m not sure.” I pause to think. “It’s like a drug. I can’t shake the addiction. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes the need…just overwhelms me and I can’t resist the urge.”
“But why?”
I take another sip of coffee and continue to look out to the back.
“I think it goes back to the first time I was ever bound. A woman I had never met tied me to my bed and teased and edged me without end. Then a man I never saw fucked me until I came. It was scary and strange and unbelievably thrilling. It made a lasting imprint on my sexuality. For awhile I couldn’t get enough.”
I look back at my husband, searching his face for a reaction, but he remains quiet.
“That awakening was why I became a submissive. And then a domme. I gave up the profession when I fell in love with you and we married, but the seed of that need to be dominated by strangers never went away.”
He gazes back at me, his eyes traveling up and down my body. Then he looks into my eyes with concern.
“I wish you wouldn’t do it anymore,” his voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
And I am suddenly overwhelmed by my profound feelings for this man whom I cherish and adore more than anyone else in the world. I lean forward and touch his leg.
“I know,” I say softly. “I want to stop.”
I can’t bring myself to make a promise I’m not sure I can keep, but my sentiment is genuine. I do want to stop. I look at him with a love so deep and intense that tears form at the corner of my eyes. He returns the look, but there is a touch of lust there as well.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he says, a big smile on his face. I return his smile, pretty sure that he has more than cleanliness in mind.
We get up and go back into the kitchen, putting our mugs on the counter. He turns to me, his look of lust unabated.
“I want you to do everything I say.” His voice is low and demanding. He nods toward the stairs.
“Yes, darling.” I give him my most demure look, then glance down at his cock. When I reach out to touch it, he pushes my hand away.
“Not yet. Upstairs, now. And put your hands behind your head.”
I do what he says. As I climb the stairs to our bedroom, I can feel his eyes boring into my backside. I am sure he is ogling my ass and legs, and I wiggle my hips in acknowledgement, a small smile playing across my lips.
When we reach the bathroom, I stand by the window, my hands still clasped behind my head. My husband reaches into the large glass shower and turns on the water, fiddling with the controls. Then he turns to me.
“Get in. And keep your hands where they are.”
I step into the shower and keep my gaze downcast. The position pulls my tits up, and my nipples stand at attention. He begins to soap me as the water pours over us, starting with my breasts and nipples and working his way down to my stomach and ass and legs. When his hands reach my pussy I moan deep in my throat. I rise up on my toes, stretching my already long legs. He moves to my side and puts two fingers in my pussy, then pokes a soapy finger into my puckered hole as well. I groan at the feeling of his fingers filling me in both holes. He pushes in and out of me in rhythmic strokes, fucking me with both hands, and when his thumb goes to my clit I gasp.
Then he pulls out of my ass and pushes me against the glass. Keeping two fingers in my pussy, he twists and pulls my sensitive nipples with his free hand. Then he leans forward and kisses me, hard, his tongue everywhere in my mouth. I groan again and put my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He continues to fuck me with his fingers and his tongue, and I lift one leg to give him better access to my pussy. Then he starts to finger my clit, and I am nearly there, the slow build ready to crest. Oh god, I am so close. I close my eyes and try and focus on the pure sensuality of our wet bodies together, but my needy clit demands attention, and I am suddenly over the edge, shuddering and crying out as the orgasm washes through me until my legs go limp and I sag against the glass.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I whimper, finally opening my eyes.
My husband is staring hard at me, his eyes bright, his cock hard and eager for attention. He turns the water off and we get out of the shower. We towel each other off, our hands all over each other. We are barely dry when he indicates the door to the bedroom with a nod of his head.
“Get up on the bed,” he says with a husky voice.
He swats my ass when I am slow to comply, and I quickly clamber onto the bed and lay in the center on my back. He swiftly ties my wrists to the corners of the headboard and puts a pillow under my head. He leaves my legs free, but he puts two more pillows under my ass, pushing my dripping pussy into the air. Still in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, I take a deep breath and wait for him to take me again.
And I don’t have to wait long. He is on top of me with a vengeance, plunging his raging hard-on into me without preamble. He is taking possession of me, I know, and I willingly submit to his desperate need. This is about his pleasure, not mine. He fucks me hard and fast, thrusting deep into my womb, his breathing rapid and shallow. He stares at me for a moment, his eyes wide, then he bends down and kisses me, his tongue again ravaging my mouth. When I wrap my legs around his body and pull him even deeper into me, he yells and cums hard, his throbbing cock shooting thick ropes of jism deep into my core. I want to wrap my arms around him and hug him, but my wrists are tied, so I squeeze him as hard as I can with my legs. When he finally stops cumming, he looks at me, a crazed look still in his eyes. I gaze back with love.
“God,” he says, “I can’t get enough of you.”
“My body belongs to you,” I say softly. “I belong to you.”
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