Romantic Erotica
"Saturday Morning" a sex story by Annabeth Leong
“Mo-o-o-om!”
Alanna rolled her eyes. Hearing Tyler call her in four syllables was always a bad sign. “What is it, honey?” She was fried. Her irritation came through clearly in her voice.
“Suzanne bit me!” Tyler sounded like he couldn’t decide whether to be aggrieved or excited.
“Suzanne, is that true?” Alanna dried her hands on the dish towel next to the sink and collected herself before diving into the altercation. Saturday morning, she thought, trying to feel the promise of it in her body even as she held it in her mind.
Energized, she went to pull her kids off each other.
***
Will sighed. Cars filled the highway as far as he could see, their red rear lights flashing on and off like demented fireflies. He hated winter--it was dark when he left for work, and dark again when he came home. It made him feel like he had barely any life to live.
He tapped his car forward, checking the time as he did. Another hour and a half on the road. He was tired of all the music on his iPod, and he didn’t feel like listening to the news.
Will looked at his hands on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white from clenching unconsciously.
He forced himself to take a deep breath. Saturday morning, he thought. The delicious memories combined with anticipation, spreading over his body like warm wax. He felt his shoulders relax.
***
Alanna could have fallen asleep in her dinner plate, and Will looked no better. The kids had jumped up from the table and were currently racing each other around the living room, threatening to destroy any number of vases and picture frames in the process.
Will and Alanna looked at each other. One of them needed to get up and do something. “Why did we decide to have two?” Alanna murmured.
Will waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Making the first one was so much fun.”
Alanna let herself slump. “Modern science has solutions for this.”
Her husband chuckled as he pushed his chair back. He got to his feet with a show of effort. “You can tell me more about that on Saturday morning,” he said firmly. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then went into the living room to deal with the kids.
Alanna stayed at the table, grinning like a fool.
***
Alanna woke at 5:30, like always, groaning inwardly until she realized that, finally, blessedly, it was Saturday morning. Will, naked and warm beside her, stirred too. She turned her head and kissed him above the ear.
“Saturday morning,” she whispered, stroking the side of his face and then letting her hand slide over his chest and down to his already hardening cock.
“Mmm,” Will said. His hands were much more awake than he sounded. He pinched her nipples with one, while the other felt between her legs. How was Alanna wet already? She wondered if some sort of Pavlovian reaction was at play.
“One second.” Alanna climbed out of bed, not even minding the chill of the room outside the covers. She’d gone to bed naked, too, wanting to feel Will’s skin even though they’d both been too exhausted the night before to do anything more than sleep.
She stumbled to the door and locked it. For a moment, she leaned her forehead against the cool wood and just breathed. The kids knew that bothering their parents on Saturday morning for anything short of fire risked the harshest punishments--hours or even days with no Xbox. Then she turned to Will and grinned. “You want to wrestle for who gets to be on top?”
“Sounds like a lot of effort.”
“Oh, you’re going to be making an effort, honey. Better get used to that now.”
Lips twitching, Will burrowed under the pillow and pulled the covers around him. “Why did I marry such a horny woman?” he complained.
Alanna flopped happily down beside him. “Stop it. I know you love it.” She leaned closer and ran the tip of her tongue up the side of his earlobe, relishing his shiver.
“How can you tell?” He guided her hand between his legs, to the cock that was now iron-hard.
“Mmmm.” She teased it with the lightest stroke of a fingernail. “I’ve been waiting to get that gorgeous thing inside me since... last Saturday morning.” She gave his ear a little nibble and gripped his dick possessively. “I might not be able to wait very much longer at all.”
Will flipped them both over in one smooth motion, ending up with Alanna’s legs wrapped around his waist. “Since last Saturday morning, eh? But you had it for hours. You sure you want it some more?”
She leaned up and bit the side of his neck, clinging when he gasped and arched away. She pulled him down against her body and licked the spot. “I want it as often as I can have it,” she murmured. “We’re going to be locking the doors in the nursing home. And when the kids are grown up and out of the house, I’m thinking we should add Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”
Will nipped her in return, just above the left nipple. “I think you should stop talking about it and start taking some action.”
She angled her hips and swiped her wet cunt across his cock. She wrapped her arms around his back and gripped his shoulder blades. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she breathed in deeply. She liked the way he smelled in the mornings, when she got a clear sense of his body rather than his soap. “Let me be on top,” she said. “I want to ride you thoroughly.”
“Thoroughly?” Will pulled back and arched an eyebrow.
“You’ll see.”
“Don’t you want foreplay?”
“I think I will the second time,” Alanna grinned.
She rolled over on top of him, bracing herself against his chest so she had a clear view of his face. He squinted up at her, smiling the half-smile she adored, his unshaven jaw shadowed by a day’s growth of hair. Alanna slid onto his cock, dropping her face to rest against his as they both shivered from the sensation of it.
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She moved her lips against his neck, shaping “I love you” but not saying it out loud. It was a habit she’d developed when they were dating, when she was careful not to tell him too often what he meant to her.
They pressed their bodies together to fit his cock deep and fully inside her. Then Will helped Alanna sit up. “Somehow,” she said, “your hands found your way to my breasts to do that.”
“Imagine that.”
She rode him, flinging her head back and loving how her body woke up in circles that radiated from her cunt. She braced her hands behind her on the tops of his thighs, knowing he liked the way the posture made her breasts thrust forward. The morning felt still and sacred, the faintest light filtering in through the curtains.
Alanna moved slowly and surely, some of her twists and grinds for her and some for her husband. She took her time, resisting the urge to charge up to an orgasm. Still, almost before she realized it, she was panting and grunting and gripping his arms with her fingernails, and he was grinning up at her and squeezing her tits to make her pant more.
The sight of his face awash with lust made her succumb to the orgasm that had been building in her. She leaned forward so her clit could grind against his pelvis with his cock still inside her and let herself fall onto his chest. Coming always made Alanna go still, and Will knew it, rolling her over and taking on the work of their sex, thrusting hard and deep the way she liked it.
She opened her legs wide and pressed up to him. She wanted to look at him but the intensity of the sex made it hard to keep her eyes open. She pressed her face blindly up against his chest and neck, rubbed her hands against any part of him that she could touch. She squeezed her cunt around his cock, knowing how that would push him over the edge.
Alanna felt him swell inside her and she knew he was about to come. She dug her nails in hard and wrapped her legs tight. She loved the moment when his need for her overcame him.
Will cried out with that glorious hurting pleasure. He looked younger at that moment, caught for a second in awe and helplessness. She gathered his head against her breasts.
They lay together, the morning air cool and exhilarating in Alanna’s lungs. “I don’t know what I’d do without these Saturday mornings,” Will said. “Without you.”
Alanna kissed him gently just above the ear. “I think I’m ready for that foreplay now.”
Copyright September 19, 2011
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