Southern Hospitality Ch. 02

XtinaSmith2017


Laura felt herself lifted lazily from the arms of sleep, her body relaxed and floating on a small cloud of pleasure, her mind filled with images, sensations, not pulled from whatever dream she had just been having but instead, memories, memories from the night before. Memories of Ash under her, moaning her name, memories of them fucking like she was back in high school again.
As consciousness seeped more and more into Laura's mind she stretched her arms out in the bed around her, feeling the silky warmth of the bed where her arms brushed and felt the coolness of the sheets from where she hadn't been wrapped up in them, another wave of pleasure crept over her, she must have been dreaming about something nice to wake up with such eager wood tenting the sheets.
"Mm..."
Laura furrowed her brow lightly as the pleasure continued to wash against her, confused in her moments between sleep and being fully awake as she writhed between the sheets... That feeling, skin against skin... Hadn't been her, had it?...
One of her arms slid down over her soft form, feeling the flesh of her body under her questing fingertips as they pressed down her skin, "A-ah..." she raised the hand and it drew near to her waist and felt soft hair... Her fingers delicately gripping it, feeling it move down then up under her hand, in rhythm with the pleasure that welcomed her to the land of the living.
Using her other hand she lifted the sheets up, eyes blinking wearily as she looked down through the tented sheets, over the swell of her breasts and the smoothness of her stomach to the two cute eyes looking up at her, like a doe caught in the headlights.
Ash, looked up at her, gaze playful, his plush lips wrapped around her cock, rolling them slowly up and down her length, his tongue swirling around her, his cheeks caved in around the sensitive tip as he sucked, her hand now tangled in his hair.
Laura let the sheets fall back down, obscuring him, both her hands moving to gently cradle his head, encouraging him. She looked up wearily towards the ceiling at nothing in particular, when had she last been woken up by anything this wonderful? Had she ever? She couldn't think of a time when it had been this perfect.