Magnum Tales ~ D is for Deeply
By J.M. Hadley
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A ray of sun shone in through the window as I lazily stretch the sleep from my tired muscles. Far away I hear the quiet rustling sounds of the breeze in the trees and the tranquil sounds of small breakers as they rush onto the beach. Closer in, I could hear the gentle sounds of Brian, still sleeping. He slept quietly next to me, his toned, naked body relaxed and still, his only movement his steady and deep breathing. He was laying on his side, turned away from me, covered by the sheets, only the outline of his form visible. I love being next to him like this. It is so intimate, so romantic. Our endearments of yesterday run through my mind. He told me he loved me. More than once. I am really beginning to love him too. Even though our relationship so far has been pretty much based on sex, I love him more than any other man I’ve ever dated.
I watch him sleep for a while, loving just being close to him, smelling him, hearing him breathe. The need in me to make love to him becomes stronger and stronger. We have rarely “made love.” Although we have sex a lot, we rarely make love. Most often it is an animal desire; our concurrent quest for orgasm the focus of our sex. Sometimes, like at the party on New Year’s Eve, we even have sex with other people. This morning I wanted to show him that I could be as loving as I was sometimes wild.
I reached out to him under the sheets—trailing a single finger over his tanned and slender hip. He turns to me, stretching, his perfect cock already semi-hard. I slide down under the sheets, naked, and take his cock in my hand, leading it to my soft mouth. As I engulf him with my mouth, he gasps with pleasure. The morning blowjob! Every man’s fantasy. His cock responds instantly, despite two orgasms only a few hours ago.
I look up and meet his eyes. “Good morning,” I mumble, my lips against his swelling head. I kiss his cock and smile.
“Sure seems like it will be,” he replies, watching.
I continue, gently licking and sucking. I love knowing that he is watching as I suck him. I pull my hair out of the way so he can see. I don’t want to get him off, just to wake him up. His breathing begins to deepen and he groans.
“God, you are so good at that,” he says.
I moan my appreciation on his cock, then lick from his balls to his head. “Thanks, baby. You know I love it. Just like I love you.”
I slide upward on the bed, swinging my leg over him as I do. Straddling him, I position my pussy over his cock and rub the wetness of my pussy over his cock. My clit and labia rub on his manhood, yet I don’t allow him to penetrate. I love to rub on him like this. I grind against him, increasing my own desire, rubbing my wetness over him until I need him in me. I bend forward to kiss him and the head of his huge cock slides to the entrance of my pussy, but still I don’t let him enter me. I want to be in control. I kiss him with my tongue as I slowly rotate my hips over his penis, rubbing my clit against his cock as I do. I gasp as I rotate further, his big cock slowly beginning to fill me. He tries to thrust into me, but I lift my hips, preventing him from fully entering me. I won’t let him fuck me—I am totally turned on and completely in control. I love being on top.
Slowly, finally, I impale myself onto him. He has stopped thrusting—he knows what I want. I grind against him slowly; he involuntarily arches his hips upward to meet me. I hear the squelching sound of my wetness as we thrust slowly into one another. He rubs my back gently as we make love, his hands gently stroking my shoulders and down onto my ass. I continue kissing him, moaning quietly as his long, hard cock probes my soul. This is a far cry from our quick fuck in the shower last night. We continue like this, slowly, for a long time. I care about nothing but his cock, his legs, his shoulders, his hands, his lips. I now no longer feel or see anything but him. Every part of me—my heart, my nerves, my muscles, my skin are in tune with our lovemaking. The only reason I’m here is to give and receive pleasure. There is a world outside the door. Intuitively, I know it, but I don’t care—this is about him, about me, about us. Slowly, deliriously, my entire existence becomes him, beneath me and in me. Even more slowly, we unite together. Almost imperceptibly, we become one being—one spirit—one essence, joined together by sex. He is the hard inside of me—I am the soft outside of him.
Slowly, the tempo of our love making increases. Our breathing becomes ragged as we kiss and stroke each other. Soon I will cum; I want him to cum with me—I need him to cum with me. It becomes hard to focus. My movements are not regular; they have become unsteady, almost drunken. What concentration I had is failing; his huge cock is destroying me. How long have we been at this? The control I relished only moments before has utterly abandoned me.
“I love you,” I pant, breathless—on the precipice of a huge, crashing orgasm.
“I know,” he says breathlessly.
He knows? My brain cannot comprehend this, as my toes curl in ecstasy. He knows? My pussy feels as though it is vibrating, I can no longer control myself.
I can’t even breathe. The only part of me still functioning is my hips; grinding and thrusting against him, over and over and over. I cum hard—shuddering, weak, whimpering. I collapse on top of him as he pushes hard into me, his entire massive member forced deeply into me. Unconsciously, I push back—wanton—reckless—filled. A gush of my fluid covers his cock as I feel his cock pulse and swell—his body shuddering—again depositing his cum deep inside of me. My pussy throbs its thrill at receiving his love. His breathing is deep and rapid, his grip on my ass tenacious and strong, our bodies joined perfectly. His hips rise, mine thrust shakily .against him, still cumming. He quivers as the last of his cum enters me—warm—slick—smooth; our wetness is now combined and complete. My orgasm continues, fading slowly, for a few seconds after his ends. I lay on top of him, utterly spent, my breathing slowly returning to normal, his heart and mine racing as if we had been running for our lives.
“I love you,” we whisper to one another simultaneously.
I giggle and smile at him, raising my chest off of his. “We do everything together. Surely the sign of a beautiful relationship.”
He is smiling too, dreamily looking into my eyes. “Wow,” he says, stroking my back and arms, laying back against his pillow. “We sure are good at that.”
“Well, I don’t know,” I scold. “I think we still need to practice. That was almost perfect.”
I lean forward to kiss him again and his softening cock slides from my slippery, cum-filled pussy.
“Almost, huh. What could I do better?”
“Well, I only got off once, and so did you. Clearly, we still need to practice.”
A bit of our combined love slips from my pussy and onto his penis. I roll off of him and back onto my soft pillow, basking in our post-orgasm warmth. He gets out of bed and walks around to my side of the bed; his softened but still huge cock glistening with our juices, his body flawless. He bends over and puts one large hand high on my thigh; my dripping pussy tingles. He tenderly kisses me.
“Anything you say, Baby, anything you say.”
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