Hunger at daybreak

As the first rays of the sun seeped in through the cracks in the curtains, he opened his eyes. His arm was still around her. She was still asleep, her smooth bare back on his chest, his nose behind her ears. He woke up with a throbbing erection, pressed on the warm smoothness of her rear cheeks. They had never bothered to get dressed after their torrid lovemaking the previous night. And he craved for her smell, her taste and her warmth all over again.

He crawled under the black satin sheet and had his head between her lush creamy thighs. He sniffed his way to her grotto and his tongue tasted raw searing heat as it cruised languidly in long strokes. It traversed from her already stiff clitoris raising its rose-bud head between the puffed lips of her vagina still hurting from the excesses of last night. As his prying fingers spread her apart, his tongue dived into the musky red warmth of her vagina. It wandered aimlessly on the soft fleshy bridge between her vagina and her anus. It painted her ample rear cheeks slick with the saliva. And it ventured inside her arse – lapping up the sticky furry inner walls, and then the ridges of the brown sticky rear gateway. He could sense the sweat trickling down his muscular back as the moist heat built up relentlessly under the sheet.

As she felt his roving tongue all over, accompanied by the fire of his breath and the wanton kisses of his thick lips and the pleasurable pain of his nibbles here and there, she started her day with a deep throaty moan that filled the air of the motel room – even as she felt the waves sweeping across her guts in wild abandon. She bucked her hips in unbridled wildness and thrust herself closer to his face – if she could get any closer. Her fingers grabbed his long sweaty hair under the sheet as he dived deeper – if he could dive any deeper.