Sarah and David's Sunday of Sex

The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the rumpled sheets. Sarah stirred, her body still heavy with sleep, the familiar warmth of David's arm draped across her waist. She turned her head, smiling at the sight of him—his silver-streaked hair tousled, his face relaxed in sleep, the lines around his eyes softened by dreams.

She traced a finger along his jaw, and he stirred, a low rumble in his chest as he pulled her closer.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning," she whispered back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

They lay there for a long moment, the quiet hum of the house around them, the weekend stretching out lazy and unhurried. No work. No obligations. Just the two of them and the whole day ahead.

David shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. His eyes traveled over her face, her neck, the curve of her breast where the sheet had slipped. "What do you want to do today?"

Sarah stretched, a slow, feline arch of her back, the sheet falling away to reveal her naked body. She looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

"I want to stay in bed," she said. "All day. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

David's eyebrows rose, a slow grin spreading across his face. "That's ambitious for a Sunday."

"You asked what I wanted." She reached down, her fingers finding him already half-hard beneath the sheet. "And I want you inside me. I want to feel your cock stretching me, filling me. I want you to take me every way you can think of."

He leaned down, kissing her slowly, deeply, his hand cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple. "And what if I want to take my time? Make you beg for it?"

"Then I'll beg." She gasped as he pinched her nipple gently. "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't stop."

He pulled back, looking at her with that familiar mix of love and hunger. "Alright. But we're doing this my way. No rushing. I want to taste every inch of you before I'm done."

Sarah's breath caught, her thighs pressing together instinctively. "Yes. Please."

David sat up, pulling the sheet completely off her, exposing her to the morning light. He started at her feet, kissing each toe, working his way up her ankles, her calves, the sensitive skin behind her knees. She squirmed, giggling at first, then moaning as his mouth moved higher, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on her inner thighs.

"David..." she breathed.

"Shh," he murmured against her skin. "I told you. My way."

He parted her legs gently, settling between them, his breath warm against her cunt. She was already wet, her arousal slick and ready. He kissed her there, soft at first, then deeper, his tongue parting her folds, tasting her. She arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, her moans filling the quiet room.

He worked her slowly, building her up, then backing off, teasing her until she was trembling, desperate. When he finally slid two fingers inside her, she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Please, David," she begged. "I need you inside me."

He looked up at her, his chin glistening. "Not yet. First, I want to watch you come on my fingers."

He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside her, and pressed his thumb against her clit. She shattered almost immediately, her body convulsing, her cries muffled by her own hand. He watched her, mesmerized, as she rode out the wave of her orgasm.

When she finally stilled, she rolled over, pushing him onto his back with a wicked grin. "My turn."

She reached for the bottle of flavoured lube on the nightstand, squeezing a generous amount into her palm. She warmed it between her hands before wrapping her fingers around his shaft, coating him from base to tip. The slick sound filled the room as she stroked him slowly, deliberately, watching his eyes flutter closed. Her other hand wrapped around his balls.

"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned. "That feels..."

"Good?" she asked, her thumb circling his glans.

"Incredible."

She continued stroking him, her hand gliding effortlessly over his lubricated skin. Every few moments, she leaned down and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that beaded there, mixing with the sweet flavor of the lube. He twitched beneath her touch, his breathing growing ragged.

She could feel him building toward the edge, his hips beginning to buck into her hand. But she wasn't ready to let him go yet. She slowed her strokes, lightening her grip, bringing him back from the brink.

"Not yet," she murmured, licking the tip again. "I want to keep you here a little longer."

"Sarah..." His voice was strained, pleading.

She smiled and increased her pace again, watching his face contort with pleasure. She brought him to the edge once more, his muscles tensing, his breath catching, and then she stopped again, her hand stilling, her tongue flicking across his slit.

"Please," he begged. "Please let me come."

"Not yet," she repeated, her voice soft and teasing.

She did it again. And again. Each time she brought him to the precipice, she pulled back, letting him hover on the edge of release, his cock throbbing in her slick grip. She licked the tip between each cycle, tasting him, savoring his desperation.

By the fourth time, he was trembling, his hands fisting the sheets, his voice reduced to broken pleas.

"Please, babe. I can't take much more."

Sarah finally relented, positioning herself over him. She guided his cock to her pussy, the lubricated head sliding easily through her slick folds. She sank down onto him slowly, taking him inch by inch, watching his face as she slowly sank down his shaft.

"Now," she whispered, beginning to move. "Lets see how you last in my tight pussy"

She rode him slowly, lifting to his tip then sliding back down his full shaft, his hands played with her tits and he also sucked on them, licking each nipple. He pushed a finger up her ass. Sarah smiled as he fingered her ass. It wasn’t long before he reached the point and needed no further encouragement. He thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips, and came hard with a guttural groan, his cum flooding her in hot, thick pulses. She rode him through it, clenching around him, drawing out every last drop.

“Fuck, that’s a nice big load, honey, just what I need”, Sarah smiled as David shot his load into her.

When he finally stilled, she collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing hard. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She pulled off him and big droplets of spunk dripped over his cock, Sarah pushed more out and coated his cock and balls. She leaned down and began to lick the cum from his cock, whilst watching David.

“Christ, someone is definitely horny today”, David said smiling as Sarah licked his shaft, her tongue lapping up the cum, her pussy still soaked from his cum. Sarah continued to lap up his cum until none was left, she sat up, licked her lips and lay next to David.

"That was cruel and very horny" he said, but there was no complaint in his voice.

"You loved it."

"I did." He laughed, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her back. "But I'm getting you back for that later."

Sarah lifted her head, a grin on her lips. "I'm counting on it."

Outside, the sun climbed higher, the day stretching out before them, full of promise and pleasure.

The afternoon had settled into a warm, lazy haze. The television murmured in the background—some old black-and-white film they'd seen a dozen times before, the dialogue familiar and comforting. Sarah lay sprawled across David's chest, her head rising and falling with each breath he took, her fingers tracing idle patterns through the silver hair on his sternum. David's hand rested on the curve of her hip, his thumb stroking lazy circles against her skin. The sheets were tangled around their legs, discarded hours ago when the morning heat had become too much.

"What's happening in the movie?" Sarah asked, her voice drowsy.

"He's about to realize she's been lying to him the whole time," David said, his eyes half-closed. "But he'll forgive her because she has nice tits."

Sarah laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest. "Sounds about right."

She shifted, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him. His face was relaxed, his eyes soft, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. She leaned down and kissed him, slow and sweet, her tongue tracing his lower lip.

His hand slid up her back, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. She could feel him stirring beneath her, his cock hardening against her thigh. She smiled against his lips and pulled back, trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone.

"I thought we were watching the movie," he said, his voice rough.

"We are." She kissed his chest, his stomach, her lips brushing lower with each movement. "I'm just multitasking."

She settled between his legs, her hands sliding up his thighs. His cock was already half-hard, twitching as she wrapped her fingers around the base. She didn't rush. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip, then another, then ran her tongue along the underside from root to head, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with the lingering scent of their earlier lovemaking.

David's breath hitched, his hand finding her hair, tangling in the strands. "Fuck, Sarah..."

She took him into her mouth slowly, inch by inch, savoring the weight of him on her tongue. Her lips stretched around his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she drew him deeper. She moved at a languid pace, her head bobbing gently, her lips sealed tight around his shaft, creating a vacuum that made every nerve ending in his cock sing. Every few strokes, she would pull back until only the head remained between her lips, and she would circle the sensitive ridge with the point of her tongue, dipping into his slit to taste the pre-cum that beaded there. She hummed low in her throat as she did it, the vibration traveling through his shaft and making his hips buck involuntarily.

The television played on, forgotten. The only sounds in the room were the wet, slick noises of her mouth working him—the soft schlick of saliva and skin, the occasional gagging sound as she took him deeper than her throat could comfortably accommodate his low groans, the creak of the bed as he shifted beneath her.

"Look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with arousal. "Taking your time. Enjoying yourself."

She hummed in response, the vibration making his hips buck again. She slowed even further, drawing out each movement, letting him feel every contour of her mouth—the ridged roof, the velvet softness of her cheeks, the tight ring of her lips at the base. She cupped his balls with one hand, massaging gently, feeling them draw up tighter against his body as he neared the edge. Her other hand stroked the base of his cock in rhythm with her mouth, her fingers slick with her own saliva.

He was fully hard now, throbbing against her tongue, the veins on his shaft standing out prominent and blue-ridged beneath the thin skin. She could feel him building, his breathing growing ragged, his grip tightening in her hair. His hips began to make small, involuntary thrusts, pushing himself deeper into her throat. She let him, relaxing her gag reflex, taking him to the hilt, her nose pressing against the coarse hair at his base. She held there for a moment, her throat contracting around his head, before pulling back slowly, gasping for air.

But she didn't want him to come yet. Not in her mouth. She wanted to feel him inside her.

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lower lip to his glans. She licked it away, her eyes meeting his. "I want you to fuck me."

"Where do you want me?" he asked, sitting up, his eyes dark with desire, his cock glistening wet and standing rigid against his stomach.

"From behind." She turned over, getting onto her hands and knees, arching her back to present herself to him. Her cunt was already slick, the lips swollen and parted, glistening in the afternoon light that streamed through the curtains. She reached back with one hand and spread herself open, showing him her pink, wet entrance, the way her inner walls clenched around nothing. David moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft dimples above her buttocks. He leant down and licked her pussy up to her ass, and rimmed her tight back passage. Sarah gasped as she felt him rimming her ass and she loved it.

“I can guess which holes you using then”, looking back at him, smiling, wiggling her ass.

He smiled and positioned himself at her pussy, the head of his cock nudging through her slick folds, parting them like a curtain. He dragged the tip through her wetness, coating himself in her arousal, circling her clit once, twice, making her gasp. Then he pushed inside her in one smooth stroke, her inner walls parting to welcome him, the sensation of being filled so completely making both of them groan. He bottomed out, his pelvis flush against her ass, and held there for a moment, letting her feel every inch of him stretching her.

He fucked her slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside her. He pulled out almost entirely before sliding back in, the friction of his shaft against her sensitive walls sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. She pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, her moans muffled by the pillow. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall in a steady rhythm. Wet sounds filled the room, the squelch of his cock moving through her juices, the slap of his thighs against her ass, the wetness of her arousal dripping down her thighs.

"Harder," she begged, her voice muffled. "Fuck me harder, David."

He obliged, gripping her hips tighter and driving into her with increasing force. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, the impact sending jolts of pleasure through her sensitive nub. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, drowning out the television. She could feel herself building toward release, her inner walls clenching around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Not yet," he said, pulling out abruptly.

She whimpered at the loss, her cunt clenching around empty air, a gush of her arousal spilling onto the sheets. But she knew what was coming. She felt his hands spreading her cheeks apart, felt the cool air against her asshole, which was still slightly tender from their earlier session. He spat into his palm, rubbed it over his cock, coating the head and shaft in a thick layer of saliva. Then he pressed the head against her tight ring of muscle, circling it, applying gentle pressure.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Yes," she breathed. "Please. Fuck my ass, David."

He pushed forward, and her sphincter resisted, then gave way, the head popping through with a wet, obscene sound. She gasped, the stretch intense and overwhelming, a burning fullness that bordered on pain before melting into pure, deep pleasure. Her body adjusted to accommodate him, her inner walls gripping his shaft like a vice. He sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated in her ass, his pubic bone pressed against her cheeks.

"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his forehead pressing against her shoulder blade. "You feel so fucking tight. So hot."

He stayed still for a long moment, letting her adjust to the intrusion. She could feel every pulse of his cock inside her, every twitch of his muscles. Her asshole clenched and unclenched around him, trying to accommodate his girth. He began to thrust, slow at first, shallow strokes that let her feel every ridge and vein of his shaft sliding against her inner walls. But soon his pace increased, his hips slapping against her ass with wet, rhythmic sounds. Each thrust pushed deeper than the last, his cock reaching places inside her that made her see stars. She pressed her cheek against the mattress, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, lost in the sensation of being so completely filled, so utterly taken.

He reached around with one hand and found her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much. She felt her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly, spreading through her limbs like liquid fire.

"I'm going to come," she gasped. "David, I'm going to"

"Come for me," he growled, his rhythm faltering. "Come on my cock."

She shattered, her body convulsing, her asshole clenching around him in rhythmic spasms. Her orgasm triggered his own. He buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her rectum. She felt each hot spurt, one, two, three, four, five, six, flooding her insides, filling her beyond capacity. His cum was thick and warm, spreading through her, leaking out around his shaft as he continued to thrust through his orgasm, grinding against her, milking every last drop. When he finally pulled out, cum poured from her asshole in a steady stream, running down her inner thigh, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her hole gaped slightly, pink and well-used, a thin trail of white seeping from it. She collapsed onto the bed, spent and trembling, her body humming with residual pleasure.

David lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead. "Best lazy day ever."