Whitman and I aren’t known for waking-up-in-the-night sex. We ARE known for having sex, (lots of it), and fairly crazy sex (most of the time), and drinking a little (as previously mentioned). As much as we like all of those things, we sort of like to sleep at appropriate times, too.
Not last weekend.
OH MY GOD, what an ongoing, never-ending three day and night tease-fest! As so many weekends do, this one started out with a little drinking, a little playing, a little sex. Whitman brought me to the edge of orgasm with his tongue over and over and over. He had just inserted the big ol’’ Rippler into my wet pussy, which was causing me to moan and cry out as he pressed it into my g-spot, when we heard a car door. Oh no! Teenagers home….Grrrr. That was too much like an audience for me. I reluctantly removed the Rippler and we fucked quietly then went to sleep with Whitman’s cock still inside of me. I love that.
Insomnia struck, and we were up chatting sleepily around 3 a.m. We were chatting about things like me rimming him. You know, the usual things couples talk about in the wee hours of the morning. The next thing I knew, we were fucking. Again. We fucked ourselves right back to sleep. I’m sure we were still talking dirty as we drifted off…
The next afternoon, we were lounging in bed, talking and teasing. I was still fantasizing about Whitman’s ass, and as we talked about it, I teased it with my finger, just pressing gently but not entering, and swirling my spit-coated finger around the sweet pucker like it was my tongue. Nudity ensued, but not nearly enough, and just as we were discussing engaging in a little pegging, ‘ding dong!’ We had company at the door. Talk about a ruined orgasm. THAT ONE was ruined before it started!
Fast forward to 3am again. As we cuddled and spooned, I wriggled my ass closer to Whitman’s cock. After two days of near-miss-orgasms, it just took a split second for me to feel him getting noticeably hard.
“Stop that,” he said, “or I’m going to fuck you.”
“Just rest your cock there. Like a hot dog in a bun…” I said, as I reached behind me to nestle it in place. 
He chuckled softly and growled a little in my ear as he removed his hotdog from my buns and slid it into my pussy. I was still SO FUCKING WET from the two days of teasing, and from his closeness. The feeling was so heavenly, I could have touched myself and had an orgasm in about one second. Apparently this was mutual, because I could hear Whitman’s breathing change, and I knew he was close. I reached back and grabbed his ass to pull him in close to me, and as I did, I said, “Don’t cum yet.”
It was a request, not a command, obviously. He let me have my way. I wanted to wait yet ONE MORE DAY so I could a) take advantage of the two-day-long teasing buildup, and b) be fully awake for the event.
The next day I awoke with wet panties and I continued to drip for him all day.
I could hardly wait until we had the house to ourselves.
FINALLY!
Whitman naked: check
His ass propped up high: check
Sexy hard cock in my hand: check
My face buried between his cheeks: check
I ended up sucking him off while stroking his cock with one hand, and the middle finger of the other hand massaging his prostate. And we all slept happily ever after.
Whitman began to slowly slide his cock in and out, fucking my face, but slowly, gently, methodically. I never took my mouth off of him, sliding up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Wet and extra-slippery saliva pooled in my hands, then began to run down my arms. I felt it dripping, and felt my cunt began to throb. I squeezed my legs a little, pressing myself into the mattress slightly.
leg under the table.