Post-workout Sex (unedited)

This is intended for mature audiences 

© Bryan Morgan 2024

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I was cooking dinner at her place when she arrived home from a spin class. 

“Hey, gorgeous. Good workout?” I asked.

“Great workout,” she smiled. “Dinner smells amazing.”

I brought the spoon to my lips to taste test the sauce. My eyes followed her as she walked toward the bedroom. Her purple workout attire drenched as beads of sweat glistened on toned shoulders. My gaze traced the sculptured contours of her back, down to the curves of her firm buttocks, I placed the spoon on the countertop and followed her into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed removing her sneakers and socks. I pushed her backward onto the duvet and slid the tips of my fingers under the top of her leggings. I tugged them gently down over her hips.

“Do you want me to shower first?” She asked.

“No.” I grinned. “I want you as you are right now.”

I pulled her leggings down until they rested around her calves. I gripped her legs and pushed them back slightly. They rested a few inches apart, restricted by the material of her leggings. I placed soft kisses on her left hamstring, followed by the right. Her thighs pressed her wet, swollen lips firmly together, and I trailed my tongue between them, sliding in and out of her with ease. I felt myself hardened by her lustful groans as each slow lick was met with a slight ecstasy filled thrust of her pelvis. I flickered and twirled my tongue around her clitoris.

“That feels amazing,” she moaned.

As I continued, the muscles of her thighs strained against their constraints. I grabbed her leggings, intent on removing them.

“No! .Leave them on,” she urged. “I’m close. It feels so good.”

I smiled slightly as another stroke of my tongue deliciously tasted her nectar. I continued until the muscles of her thighs tensed and shuddered beneath my hands, as she let out a loud moan.

“Wow. That was intense,” she said, breathing deeply. “I want you inside me.”

I ripped the leggings from her calves, tossing them on the floor, and spread her legs apart. I took off my pants and underwear and entered her. I moved inside her, slowly swirling my hips in a circular motion. I kissed her, sucking lightly on her bottom lip before releasing it. 

“You feel incredible,” I said.

“So do you. You’re so deep.” 

She spread her legs further apart.

"Harder,” she urged.

I increased the tempo, thrusting harder, faster, again and again. I clutched her hair and pulled gently. I continued, relishing every moan from her beautiful lips, until finally exploding inside of her.
I collapsed on top of her with my chest pounding against hers. I kissed her lips and forehead, then moved onto my back, still inhaling with deep, satisfied breaths.

My hand rested on her thigh. After ten minutes, I decided to check on dinner, which was still simmering on the stove.

“Glass of red?” I asked, putting on my pants and heading towards the kitchen.

“Yes, please,” she called after me.

I poured two glasses of wine and made my way into the bathroom to join her in the shower.

After dinner.

“I have one satisfied pussy.”

I smiled at her unexpected comment. “I’m glad.” I grinned.

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