Dawn of a New Way

Wes is awoken by a kiss on his lips. His eyes snap open and his adrenaline surges. The face kissing him is illuminated by the morning light leaking past the edges of the curtains. The face’s eyelids open, a familiar gray color coming into view. Wes relaxes, its his Katrina who is taking the initiative this morning. She ends the kiss and softly says “Good morning. I wanted to make sure the first thing you saw when you woke up was me.” A smile widens across her face and she leans in for another kiss.

Katrina finally pulls away from the kiss but is still straddled overtop of Wes. Scooting back, she bumps into his semi-erect dick and giggles “Oh! Looks like I forgot to say good morning to someone else as well. How silly of me.” Katrina continues giggling while she reaches behind herself and to either side of Wes’s hips. Hooking her thumbs inside the top strap of his shorts, she begins pulling them towards his feet. “Woah, Kat what are you doing?” Wes inquires. The shorts have been slid down far enough for Wes’s semi to flop down onto Katrina’s butt cheek.

“I thought about it and you are always the one to initiate. I think its high time I took a more active role in the physical part of our relationship. And what better way to start off than to help you forget last night’s… unpleasantness. Also, I heard you from the top step, you said something to the effect of “‘I always wanted to be surprised by my girlfriend in my sleep.’ Well your wish is coming true this lovely Saturday morning.” Katrina’s expression turns lecherous as she wiggles her hips a little. “And I think your friend resting on my butt agrees.”

“Katrina… you don’t have to change for me. I want you to initiate sex because you feel like it, not due to some sense of obligation. Besides, I’m not really even erect anyway, it’s just morning wood. How about we get up and get ready for the day yeah?” Wes reaches out with his hands towards Katrina’s sides, intent on moving her so he can get up. Just before Wes’s hands make contact, she grabs his wrists, crosses them, and places them against the headboard above and behind his head. The back of his hands lands hard enough to emit a small thud.

“Hey wai-” Wes protests but Katrina cuts him off with a sudden rough kiss. Her eyes are wide-open and locked onto his in an intense stare, the arousal in them is clear. Ending the kiss, Katrina monologues, “No more talking. I’m not going to deny you this fantasy or any other ones you’ve yet to tell me. All you have to do is enjoy it.” Katrina leans back into a straddling position and raises her hands to the nightgown’s straps resting on her shoulders. Gripping the straps, she pulls the nightgown up over her head and slides it off onto the bedroom floor in a single motion.

Wes is enraptured by the unveiled form before him. The body’s the same but everything else about her is different. This isn’t the shy woman who wasn’t able to land a boyfriend until Andre introduced them. Nor the unconfident girlfriend who gave her virginity to him. Before him is someone entirely new… Her attitude? Assured. Her demeanor? Lustful. His love and desire for her? Stronger than ever before.

Katrina sits upon Wes in only her plain panties. She releases his wrists and tugs the silky material aside to reveal her flushed sex. A well-groomed blonde bush surrounds the glistening labia. Lifting slightly up and back to allow his cock to flop onto him, she lands softly down to touch their arousals together. She glides over the underside of his cock, coating it in her freely flowing natural lubricant. Beholding the captivated expression of her lover, Katrina feels something that she has never felt before. Control.

Eagerly, Katrina starts rolling up Wes’s t-shirt until it rests at the top of his chest and leaves his nipples exposed. Her hands roam over and around his chest. Fingertips trace the outline of the areolae and graze overtop the nipples. Figuring turnabout is fair play, Wes reaches up and grabs at Katrina’s bountiful breasts. His hands completely conceal her almost palm sized areolae while her erect nipples poke into the ridged skin of his palms.

Katrina’s hands roam south to Wes’s stomach. She traces a finger along his abs which have just recently begun to take form due to their workouts. Elated at the changes he has made for her; she begins grinding her pussy back and forth along his shaft. Katrina’s pressing glide from base to tip causes Wes to temporarily halt his ministration towards her breasts. Never before has Wes experienced something like this, the relentless pressure upon his cock is astounding. Not wanting the pleasure to be one sided, he squeezes each of her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. Katrina releases a petite squeal in response.

Feeling the need to change things up, Katrina glides up to Wes’s tip before sinking down in front of it before pushing back to slide it inside. Using her hands on his abs for leverage, she keeps scooting back until she is directly over his hips with his cock pointing straight up inside her. With a knowing smile, she starts rocking on her knees. Katrina repositions her hands higher on his torso and changed things up again. Wes almost didn’t want the grinding to stop because that was new and enjoyable experience. His minor disappointment was squashed beneath the slam he just received on his hips and he releases a low “Unf”.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Katrina continually tilted forward and raised up before crashing back down hard on her boyfriend. She didn’t want to just sit there, as she had done before, and ride him cowgirl style. She wanted, no, needed to fuck him hard. Using both her arms and thighs to do the lifting, she bounced on him. Each impact pushing them closer to orgasm. She begins sweating from the exertion. Katrina is outside of her sexual comfort zone, challenging her muscle’s limits, and struggling to pace herself. Yet, she has never enjoyed sex more than right now.

“Unf. Unf. Unf.” Wes grabs ahold of Katrina’s sides and is taking this opportunity to thrust upward into his girlfriend turned hellcat. Each fall is now being met with a thrust causing Wes to sweat as well. A cacophony of vocal noises is rising up from both of them. Their combined volume masking the sounds of bodies slapping together. There is only one resolution to their joint efforts, and it is arriving ever nearer.

The wave of pleasure finally crashes onto the lover’s shore. Katrina and Wes mutually scream out from without and within them. Katrina, having stopped her vertical movements, belts out “OH FUUUUU!” while her internal vaginal muscles clamp down with tremendous **** on the ejaculating penis embraced within. Wes is roaring “AHHHHH!” while shooting his load into the tightest and wettest pussy he has ever had. Cum splashes along the inner walls with each burst accompanied by another until finally subsiding.

Silence and stillness are all that remain following the explosion of pleasure felt by the couple. Heavy breathing where once was incoherent yelling and listless gazes instead of engrossed stares. Katrina is an unsteady tower, ready to topple. Preventing this is Wes’s grip as he doesn’t even realize he is holding on to her. After his penis softens a bit, his arms finally recognize their fatigue and drop from her sides. Without support she tumbles sideways onto the bed. Their sexes part, a clinging white string of semen spreads out to hold the connection until it too is severed. Both are punch-drunk from the intense coupling session and lay on the bed until some sense return to their heads.

“Holy… wow.” Is the best sentence Wes can formulate. Katrina’s isn’t any more articulate when she mumbles “Oh my… fuck.”

Wes is thoroughly relishing in the aftershocks until his bladder reminds him that he is past due. Reluctantly, Wes rouses from the bed and walks to the bathroom. He briefly turns back to look at Katrina who is still on her side enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. Looking at the creampie slowly sliding out of her pussy, past the hairs of her bush, and onto her inner thigh, brings a loopy smile to his face which matches hers exactly. Finishing with the toilet, Wes steps over to the sink and looks in the mirror. His wits have returned enough to actually think about what just happened.