Mark's morning

The next morning, I woke with me spooning Sally. My body snuggled next to her back and my cock nestled against her ass. It was still dark and the apartment was silent. I assumed Carrie was still sleeping at the foot of the bed. My right hand was wrapped around Sally and it was grasping her left breast. I sighed as it had been a long time since I had been so close to anyone in such an intimate embrace. I thought back to last night and smiled. It was by far the most erotic experience I've ever had. For a brief second, I wondered if the bubble would burst once Sally would awaken. But for now, life was perfect. My hand on its own accord, gently squeezed her breast and lightly tweaked her nipple. I knew she was still asleep, but I heard a slight moan escape from her mouth.

I didn't want to wake anyone. I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I don't think I've ever felt so contented. I continued to gently massage her breast and her moans became more persistent.

I felt Sally start to stir and quickly removed my hand and held perfectly still. I didn't want her to wake and push me away. Sally moved slightly and rolled over on her back. I started to take my hand away, but she grabbed it and held it to her breast. I thought for sure she was awake, but seconds later, she started to lightly snore.

I continued to gently massage her left breast and lowered my head to her right breast, opened my mouth and drew her nipple into my warm mouth. This time Sally sucked in a breath of air and groaned. The more I licked and sucked the louder her groans. I could feel her body responding to my attention when she reached up and pulled my head into her breast and started to pant.

I could feel my cock raising to the occasion as it was pressed against her side. Sally's legs parted and she pulled her right leg up and completely opening herself up. I wanted to move my hand down to her pussy, but before I could, her left hand drifted between her legs, her fingers stroking her pussy.

I knew she was very aroused. The moans were louder, her nipples were extended and her fingers were stoking her pussy faster and faster. I pulled off her nipple and looked down at her and she up at me. She smiled and whispered, "What a way to wake up." And kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss. By the time, we stopped I was on top of her and my cock pressing at her entrance. I had to smile at her as there was nothing more in the world I wanted more, than to make love to my friend, my partner, and hopefully my submissive.

Sally looked up to me, her face filled with lust and moaned. "Take me Master."

I almost climaxed right that second. But I managed to control my cock and slowly pushed in inside the softest, tightest pussy I've ever felt. I could feel the velvet sleeve grip my cock. It felt like it was pulling me inside her, touching every square inch and massaging it. For the next few moments, we made slow passionate love. This wasn't fucking, it was making love. But as our passion took over it became more frenzied. Our bodies pounding each other, each trying to please the other until we both screamed as out bodies and minds exploded and orgasms consumed us both.

We lay there our bodies still trembling from our collective orgasms. It felt like we were joined together, my skin and hers feeling as one. It took me a minute or so to regain control and slowly roll off her. We were both panting from the exertion, our sweat covered bodies shimmering in the morning light.