praise and worship

Okay, so I'm probably going to hell for that title. LOL, let's get it.

After, a peaceful slumber Saturday night, we were looking forward to a lazy Sunday. Our breakfast ritual had become hot biscuits with honey and coffee. I go to fix breakfast while Secret does her morning ritual. While having breakfast, we tune into some church service on television. After breakfast and the televised church service, we cuddle on the couch watching some random movie.

I know she's plotting and planning after last night. I'm just not sure what she has in mind. I get up to get her some lemonade. When I come back, she is sitting on the couch (not laying down like I left her). I sit her glass on the table and take a seat beside her. "Give me a hug" she says. I reach over and give a tight embrace. As I pull her into me, I feel her tongue caressing that spot. That spot that makes me weak.

"Come here" she whispers. Like a good little girl, I straddle her and take her lips into mine. She pulls my shirt over my head and immediately takes a nipple in her mouth. I arch my back to give her a better angle. She wraps her arms around me. Her fingernails dig into my skin. I know what she's doing and I can't stop it. She goes back to kissing that spot on my neck.

"What do you want me to do?" she whispers, faintly. I can't even think. All I can do is feel. Feel her warm, wet tongue on my neck and her hands on my sides. She kisses up my neck and takes my lips into hers. "Baby, what do you want me to do?" she asks again, urgently. "What do you want. I'll do whatever you want." she says.

Where the hell is my voice? Why can't I respond? I know what I want, but what she is doing feels so damn good. "Baby?" she pleads. "Put your fingers inside me" I whisper. She chuckles, like she knew all along that's what I wanted. "Beg." she demanded. "Beg me to." I was putty in her hands. "Please, baby. Please let me feel your fingers inside me." I begged. I have no shame.

As soon as her fingers entered me, I felt my juices flowing. "Why are you so wet baby?" she asks feigning concern. "You feel so good." I whisper. I'm grinding her fingers. She finds my spot. My body starts to tremble and shake. "You like it baby?" she asks, teasing me. My hands are in her hair. I'm grinding her fingers hard, slamming my body into hers. It wasn't til I opened my eyes that I realized that I might be hurting her.

"Cum for me. You gonna cum for Secret?" I grind faster and harder. "Oh god. Oh god. You feel so damn good. Shit." I scream. I try to hold it. I don't wanna cum yet. Hold it! Hold it! "Don't you dare hold it in. Let it go. Cum for me. Give me your honey." she demands. My hands grip her hair and pull as I release. I cum hard.

My body relaxes against hers but I can't move. I just sit there. Her fingers are moving up and down my back. "You okay?" she asks. I just shake my head and slide off her. She looks at me and giggles. I'm just there slouched on the couch, half sitting, half laying. "You okay, baby" she asks as she reaches for her lemonade. I look at her and she winks at me. "Baby?" she asks as she sips from her cup "you okay?" I respond simply, "let the church say amen." Damn, I love this girl and it

Makes. No. Sense.