IR Day 20 - Part 1

The curtains and wide open and the windows are huge. Morning sunlight is pale and rose, falling on the modern furniture in the hotel suite. Light glints on the one earring lying forgotten on top of the pile of clothes by the foot of the bed.

It’s early. On the twentieth floor, the city seems quiet. There’s only the soft breathing and rustle of sheets as you make love to Ingrid on the bed. Last night it was all perfume and red wine. Now it’s bedhead and goosebumps. Her legs are around your waist and you’re deep inside her, nose to nose, looking into her eyes as you read her body and move accordingly.

You wonder if other couples do it in the morning as much as you and Ingrid do. It’s your fault. Or her fault, depending on how you look at it. You tend to end up as the big spoon in the night, and waking up in that position makes an urgent erection unavoidable.

Things got mixed up last night, and this morning you awoke with her luscious chest firm against your back. Your morning wood was so rigid that it ached. You love her little gasps and the needy look that she starts to get when it really feels good for her. You brush her hair out of her face, panting despite your lazy pace, and you try to last, but you never can with her. Ingrid puts on this expression of almost shocked vulnerability as she feels your cock spilling out throbbing spurt after spurt inside her.

She holds you as you recover, stroking your hair. Your cock twitches inside her, making her smile as though she is trying not to laugh. You find enough energy to lift your head and look down at her. Her eyes search your face. One thing you have learned is that she cannot read you at all. Your words and actions, she understands, but she has no idea what to think when you just look at her like this.

Do you amuse her? Is this cute to her? Is the face you make when you cum? Well, you know how to stop her from laughing.

Without warning, you move, kissing her between her breasts. She instinctively, but only halfheartedly tries to close her legs as you make your way down her body. As always, one of her delicate hands is there to cover her mound, but you just move that aside. The fact that a generous amount of semen is leaking out is no deterrent. Her belly is covered in your dried cum from last night and you could still taste yourself on her lips when you kissed her this morning.

First, she squirms as your tongue enters her and your nose brushes through her thick, blonde bush. Gradually, her breathing gets deeper and her soft thighs get closer and closer together until they’re squeezing your face. The sheets go taut as she starts to clutch at them. It never takes long when you use your mouth.

Her body gives one jerk, her breasts bouncing, then her legs quiver.

You look up to see her belly fluttering. She’s holding a pillow over her own face. You crawl back up and pull that away to reveal how bright red she is. You settle back down on top and kiss her.