The waterfall now embraced her, supporting her over the drop off as if with strong masculine arms of water. She gave herself over to the sensation, no fear of falling or drowning, just waves of pleasure as the water moved down her body, playing over her breasts and belly.
Her legs spread to the force she felt against her and she cried out, suspended midair, as the water circled her clit, entered her in slender tendrils, at once fluid and hard, filling her then retreating to lap at her edges. She was encircled and entered, stroked and caressed, lapped and suckled.
Her eyes opened and she found herself not on the edge of a waterfall but in her own bed wrapped in sheets and the arms of her husband. She called his name and pulled gently at the curls on his head as he firmly stroked her thighs and breasts and pushed into her again with his tongue. This was just as good as the dream, perhaps better.
He looked up at her in the early dawn sunlight , mesmerized at how the light picked up all the tiny golden hairs that were goosebumped over her skin from head to toe. God he loved waking her like this. With his thumb making slow circles, he extended a fingertip inside her, feeling her creamy wet center. His tongue replaced his thumb as he ran a hand down her leg to her toes, lightly stroking the sole of her foot to add the ticklish thrill to the delight she was revelling in.
She felt so good, and he eased another finger in, moved his right thumb to her clit, and pulled her toes to his mouth, sucking her big toe, watching her writhe with pleasure and agony and laughing gently to himself. Her face contorted, and she pulled the pillow over it to capture her moans.
No you don't, I want to see that gorgeous face while you come for me.
She did, with a deep gutteral primal moan that made him rock hard.
Giving her a break, he stroked her thigh and licked her taste and scent from his fingers. She panted, staring up a him through her touseld curls.
You asked me wake you, he said, stroking himself with a hand wet from her. She licked her lips and felt her nipples harden in the cool morning air. She ached to have him inside her, throbbing at the thought of it.
Well, I'm almost awake. I was having a lovely dream she said, taking his smooth balls in her hand, enjoying his grunt and the look on his face as she gently squeezed and rubbed them.
Yeah he said, grinning, what kind of dream?
It was beautiful, sensual, breathtaking. You were a waterfall, nature yet all man at once. I could feel your arms and your kisses and your... Hands and tongue. With this she took him in her mouth, head to base and back again, a sloppy wet kiss of the best kind. He leaned back and groaned. She stoked him and leaned in for a strong kiss, but only one, then laid back teasing him with a full view of her, open and aching for him.
He moved over her, biting her earlobe, kissing her cheekbones, twisting a nipple. With a single move, swift and strong but full of love, he flipped her into her belly. He smacked her ass, enough to sting, and she made a cry somewhere between surprise and a moan. He reached over her to the nightstand and opened the drawer, gently laying most of his weight on her, intentionally dragging his hardness along her thigh and cheek, whispering and tickling in her ear - so you fucked a waterfall, huh? He nibbled her ear gently then a little tougher and closed the drawer, taking what he wanted.
She felt him take his time moving his body down her own, hugging every curve and lingering with his hands and mouth. She needed him inside, this was teasing and not fair. But also wonderful.
He moved off her completely, for just a moment, then she heard the strong buzz of the small vibe she kept in the drawer. She shivered as he expertly slid the vibe under her, finding her clit and rotating it just how she liked. She gasped and instinctively raised her hips in the air.
He chuckled and responded by rubbing her cheeks and twisting the vibe to a better position. He inhaled her scent and spread his tongue and lips all over her, making soft and hard jabs inside of her, nibbling her lips, massaging her roughly then gently with his tongue and tasting her asshole. He left no part of her untouched, untasted as she twitched beneath him.
Still holding the vibe, he flipped the cap on the lube and dripped some into his other hand. His thumb in her ass, he finally thrust into her, holding steady as she rocked back on him, taking him all in. He felt her throb around him and moaned himself, letting the feeling take over.
Dropping the vibe, he pulled her hips to him and away again, alternating with massaging her with the lube. When he couldn't wait anymore he pulled out and came across her back. They fell into a sweaty messy pile together, loving and beloved, arms and legs everywhere. Kisses on arms and necks and lips.
He held her close, listening to her heart beating. Ok my love, shower, coffee, work. I'll shower when you're done. Sure you're awake now?
Mmm most definitely, these different shifts are hard, but I love this time together, and I love you. One last kiss and she was gone.
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