Desire ~ Interruption ~ Ecstasy

We sleep together most every night as a jumble of limbs, snuggling close.  We woke this morning, in just that fashion.  As Sir came awake, my hand reached around to hold his hard cock and balls.  He slid his hand, which had been draped across me, up to my right nipple.  Without saying a word, he began to play. He rolled, he pinched, he pulled, he squeezed.  After no time, I was aroused - no that sounds too proper, I was wanton - hot and horny.  He moved over to my left nipple and continued with his tormenting.  Oh, how I love the feel of his fingers on my nipples.  My body was beginning to move.   

"You are going to be a good girl today, aren't you?"  He says.

"Yes, Sir"

"You had a bit of a lapse yesterday, didn't you?"  

"I'm sorry, Sir" I say ashamed, because yes, yesterday I lost my ever-lovin' shit.

"Today, we're going to start the day off right.  You ARE going to be a good girl."

He continues telling me what he expects from me for the day.  This includes wife/mother tasks, household chores, sexual expectations, personal maintenance.  He plays with my nipples and tells me what I am to do, combining sexual arousal and emotional/intellectual satisfaction.  I am beginning to feel wetness seeping out from between my legs.  

His hands are on my breasts, alternating between kneading and sharp squeezes.  

My breathing is ragged, desire is pulsing through my veins and I'm beginning to moan.  

.........

bounce

bounce

bounce

"HI MOMMY!"

POUNCE 

"Fuck, Fuck.  Fuckity, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" - my brain screams.  I'm so aroused and I can't control my breathing.  Damn real life!  

My youngest bounds onto the bed.  Hops on top of me.  Looks at Sir and says, "Hi Daddy, I'm hungry.  I'm going to get breakfast." Then, leaps off the bed and is gone.  

It's kinda like a hit-and-run!

.........

"Go lock my door, quickly."  He says.  I fly out of bed and lock the door and am almost jumping out of my skin to get back in bed.  I lay down and begin to angle myself toward his engorged cock, longing to have it between my lips.  He grabs me and pulls me back.  One of his arms lays across my throat and his other moves so he can check on my arousal.  His fingers deftly move between my legs and find the Niagara Falls of moisture escaping my lips.  He plunges inside and re-unfocuses my mind.  "Ahhhh," I cry out as he manipulates me from inside.

Just before I come, he pulls his arm away from my throat and his fingers from my pussy.  He lays back on the bed with a particularly evil grin.  I once again move to kiss the head that I have been longing for.  Once again, he pulls me, but this time, it's on top of him.  Like a well oiled machine, I slide effortlessly onto him.  The minute I move, I cum.  Literally.  I was so aroused that I shot off like a cannon.  My hands went up to my face, my mouth opened in a silent scream, my pussy pulsed with such force I could feel it firmly squeezing his cock.  Then like the wanton slut that I was, I proceeded to fuck at a pace that was unbecoming - even a slut.  I was hellbent on pleasure and one orgasm beget another.  

As my eyes were screwed shut, I was surprised when he pushed my hands away from my face and pushed them so they were behind my head.  He slapped my breasts with a wonderful rhythm that matched my gyrations.  Then, all at once, he slapped my breast - he came - and his powerful shot must have hit my g-spot, because I saw stars, I stopped breathing, I froze unable to process the ... 

... ecstasy.