Stories about sex IV

Sex before coffee,

Sheets spilling to the floor,

The bed a garden of cum and sweat galore

(Phones ringing!)

It's morning - we both need to get going...

I'm moaning and he's panting but we're on our way cumming

I woke up with a man inside me

He fills me up with doses of adrenaline - spontaneous glories and pleasure

I get high off ecstasy even before caffeine hits my body

I'm a hard nut to crack but Bob the builder says he can fix that

And yes he can!

He's screws my loose nuts back into place

Turning me, side to side, working on me - both inside and out

I can feel the tension when we're looking eye to eye

There's a pull that draws me to him

Like a magnet acting on metal - he calls my skin to come to him

His biceps are flexing and I'm engulfed in so much man

Acres of bare and sturdy chest whose contours always steal my breath away

It's hard all around me - his breaths alone are strong enough to pin me down

He drowns me in his touch but keeps his hands behind my back

He puts his mark on the walls of my skin

He uses his grip, his lips - his stick 

He flips the pages that open me and gets his first business of the day done

The clapping sounds an affirmation that victory comes in the morning 

Coffee after sex