I woke up to a wet tongue on my core. It was licking me from top to bottom, devouring me. Before I knew it, I felt his tip on my entrance, and bam, he was inside me, carrying out his wicked ways on my body.
He kept on pistoning into me with calculated movement, stimulating my nerve bundles, until we were both wiggling messes on the sheets. It continued throughout the night until the wee hours of the morning; I lost count. We experimented with different positions, my body was turned at a different angle, and I knew that day that I was flexible.
We awoke fully in the afternoon with dried cum on our thighs. We were too spent to drag our bodies to the bathroom after that intense activity last night, so we slept off but now I was regretting the choice.
Richard smiled as my eyes met his; his light brown eyes had been peeping into mine, observing me. "Good morning, love. How are you feeling?"
I was about to reply when an unladylike yawn came out of me. He chuckled before bopping my nose and kissing my forehead. "Last night was amazing. I feel so good." I said, stretching like a Cheshire cat, almost throwing the sheets off of me.
"Are you feeling sore?"
"Uhm... I don't know." I was in no pain at the moment, but if I got up, things might be different.
My stomach chose to growl at that moment, and I looked down in disappointment at it, of all times. But Richard simply laughed. "All that exercise must have made you hungry," he began. "Let's go take a bath and get you something to eat. I can't have my baby starving."
"Alright." I wrapped the sheets around me and rolled to the edge of the bed. I placed my legs on the floor, about to stand up when, "Ahh..."
"What's wrong?" Richard came to me with worried lines all over his face. He looked around me, trying to find the source of my discomfort.
"My legs are on fire. You've wrecked me." I swatted his hands playfully.
He gave me a kiss on the forehead, then on my cheeks, my lips, and my neck. I was a giggling mess before he finished, trying to dodge his lips. "Don't worry, I will take responsibility."
I watched as he went towards the bathroom, still naked. Damn, he has a nice ass. I've always loved my men with a little flesh on their buttocks, and I am happy Ricard didn't disappoint. I watched as he left, a familiar feeling pooling in my lower stomach.
I heard the sound of water filling the tub before it stopped. Richard came out with on towel on his waist, and he marched towards where I was, "Come here, you big baby." He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, dropping me gently into a tin of hot water.
He entered the water after me and positioned himself behind me, with my bare back on his chest. I let out a sigh as I felt his body on mine.
I sank deeper into the water, moaning as the warm water entered my system. The water was doing wonders for my aching muscles.
I wiggled around, looking for a comfortable position, until I felt hot, hard flesh on my bottom. I froze, sitting up straight.
Richard burst into laughter at my action. He wrapped his hands around me and settled me into a comfortable position. "You have to be careful, mate, else you will wake the sleeping beast."
"I was just looking for a comfortable position." I pouted.
"Don't worry. I know you are not ready for that. Just relax and I will wash you." He squirted a dollop of the body wash on the loofah before applying it to my body.
He washed me clean, scrubbing all my folds. He cleaned all the dried cum from my thighs with great care, being careful not to touch the sore flesh. The loofah grazed my nipples, and I moaned.
"What happened? Did I hurt you?" He asked with concern.
"Nothing, just that you grazed my boobs, and it is quite sensitive. You were pretty much using it as a chew toy last night."
He burst into laughter, showing his pearly white teeth. "I don't know what you are talking about. Besides, you weren't complaining, and it seemed like you were enjoying it a lot... Oh Richard! Fuck me, Richard!" He said the last part in a poor imitation of my voice.
"Richard!" I shrieked as I turned to hit his arms. "I don't sound like that!"
"Are you sure about that? you want us to confirm that?" He inquired; his brow furrowed. I fell silent. He was lying, though. I was begging him to take him yesterday. But I will never agree to that. He would tease me forever.
We took turns washing each other, before we rinsed ourselves and got out of the tub. "Aren't you late for your meeting?" I asked him as I applied a generous amount of lotion to my body.
He came over and wrapped his hands around me, kissing my mark. "Nope. Today it is just going to be about me and you."
"Aren't we going to be in trouble?"
"I am the Alpha baby. My word is the law. It is only right that we get one day to ourselves. You seemed eager to push me out. Do you not like the idea?" He asked, nipping the area where his mark was. He has been obsessed with it, always kissing it at any given chance.
"No, it is not that. There is nothing I would love more than to spend time with you." I gave him a peck on his lips to soothe him. I get to have Richard all day, so I am not complaining.
He dressed me up, putting me into one of his shirts and shorts. He was very determined to make sure I only smelled of him.
I was in front of the dressing mirror, reapplying the styling gel on my head, trying to remedy what Richard had scattered, when Richard rolled in a buffet tray,
Thank goddess, I was starving. Last night, activities drained me, and I needed to replenish my strength. My stomach groaned in response.
It was bubble and squeak, a dish made from potatoes and cabbage. Richard fed me through breakfast, not wanting me to exert myself. I didn't complain, though. I welcomed it. Once in a while, it feels good to be pampered.
He returned the plates, and we went back to the bed. He had offered to massage me, and that was what we were doing. I laid on my stomach while he applied oil to me. pouring it on my back and massaging it.
That naughty man was only concentrating on my ass, kneading them in his hands. I felt a stinging pain as he smacked them.
"Richard! What was that for?" I feigned anger. It wasn't all that painful; instead, it sent a tingle to my core.
He rubbed it, trying to soothe it, before planting a kiss on my clothed bum. "I couldn't resist it. Your body keeps calling to me." He crawled up my body till his mouth was on my neck, planting wet kisses on my mark, the massage long forgotten.
I could feel his hardon on my back, and it was growing. "Are you still sore?" I shook my head, indicating I wasn't. "Good."
He took off my shorts, which were technically his, and grabbed my ass, squeezing the life out of it. He enjoys touching my butt for someone I mistook for a boobs man.
He separated my legs until they were eagle spread on the bed, and before I knew it, his hands were inside of me, pumping in and out of me.
He added another finger and started scissoring me, trying to open me up for what was about to come. His finger left me, and my core was throbbing, clenching on air, waiting.
I felt his tip press against mine, and he entered me in one stroke. He had pretty much relaxed my muscles yesterday, so the entry was smoother and I wasn't feeling any pain again.
He positioned me on all four and then entered me, taking me in the most primal way known to man. One of his hands reached over and grabbed my boobs, using them as support as he continued to plow into me.
He started pounding into me, his cock pistoning me at an alarming rate. There was nothing gentle about this; it wasn't lovemaking. This was pure fucking.
I screamed at the new position; the insides were getting wetter by the minute, so wet that I could hear their cock entering me.
He squeezed my boobs and pinched my nipples, and that was my undoing. I climaxed hard, my muscles clamping around his flesh as I shuddered, and that triggered him. I shuddered again as I felt warm cum spraying my insides, some dripping out of me.
We collapsed on the bed, and he repositioned us, so his weight wouldn't be on me. "Wow!" I exclaimed, still panting. "That was wow!" I had no words to describe what had just happened.
He went towards the bathroom and returned with a wet towel, cleaning all the evidence of our release. With nothing to do, we fell asleep again. My arms were wrapped tightly around him.