Bedtime Stories

SO I am laying in bed, propped up on one falling asleep elbow holding up my head, a book in the other hand. It's a good book. Stephen King horror someone fucked up in the head book. My old man just came in from tinkering out in the garage. I hear him washing up, figured he was coming to bed soon so I needed to get done with this chapter before lights out. The bedroom door opened, the hardwood floor creaks beneath his feet. Hi say Hi Babe, not even paying attention, eyes still glued on my book, hoping I can read fast enough before he shuts the light off on me. All of the sudden, a large hand reaches over and grabs the book and pulls it out of my hands and tosses it aside. I look up about to object, as my page was just lost, until I saw my naked boyfriend standing in front of me, at full attention. Well. This changes things. I crawled to the edge of the bed and got up on my knees to greet him with a kiss but he was having none of that. He pushed me back on the bed. There was lust in his eyes. Firey lust. He was on a mission, he knew what he wanted. I landed on my back, bouncing a little on our bed. His hands were already at my panties, ripping them down and tossing them aside like a used tissue. My hips flew up to meet him as his face buried in between my thighs. His hands had ahold of me around my hips. I am a curvy girl, there is plenty of there to hold, and he likes to hold them while he eats dinner. His tongue expertly dove in and out, sucking on my lips, licking this side and then that side and then all over, he suckled, he licked, he drank, he sucked harder and then gentle, it was mind blowing. Actually I can't tell you anything about my mind, I was kind of out of it. No concentration was at all possible, even when he stopped, and gently, so lightly licked the inside of my things....oh holy hell. I grabbed his hair and held on...I twitched, I bucked.....holy Christ man...I don't know how he does this for so long and I will never complain. Ever. Sometimes I get so close to just exploding in his mouth and then I lose it, lack of concentration, lack of I don't know...I just move. LOL. He comes up for air and I jump at the chance. I roll him over and pounce on his cock. With my mouth of course. He does not object. No, don't give me a blowjob, said no man ever. I started fast and hungry but I slowed down right away, just teasing, flicking the tip with my tongue, all around it. My hand had a firm hold on his balls, rubbing, massaging and the other hand was busy stroking his hard cock into my mouth. I slid him as far to the back of my throat that I could go, closed my lips around his shaft and slowly pulled it back out...I hear him gasp so I do it again. I dove down on him with a hard lust, lips as tight as I could manage, tongue going in circles and the suction, well, it was pulling his hips off the bed so I'd say it was pretty damn good. After about ten minutes of that, I crawled up on him and slowly lowered myself onto him. We were both soaking wet. I lifted up and slid back down. We both gasped. Now THAT felt good. I moved up and down a few more times getting my rhythm just right. MMMMMM. It was hot in here. I pulled myself up to a sitting position, still riding him, my hands gathering my hair up off my neck and piling it on top of my head, my breasts, my nipples - hard and perky - moving gently with the rocking of my hips, slightly glowing in the moon light. I could see him watching me so I rocked harder, back and forth, my hips grinding and grinding. He attempted to put his hands up on my hips but I grabbed them and pinned his wrists down and started fucking hard and fast. My hips were bucking like crazy, my legs were on fire and my pussy was fucking going to explode. I saw that look on his face. He was about to as well, which made me happy....I loved it when we came together. I stared at him when my orgasm hit, watching his beautiful face as I rode his cock harder and harder as we both exploded onto one another....I pulled myself back up and just kept riding through the second orgasm. I layed down on him, searching for air, feeling his heart beat, feeling his arms wrap around me. I slid off to the side and kept my head on his chest, my favorite place to be. I looked up at him and smiled. He grinned back and kissed me. HE smelled like me. He would go to work like that tomorrow loving every minute of it. Men. I closed my eyes and drifted off...damned if I can remember anything about the book I was reading.....