After injuring my knee, cowgirl style and doggy style were out of the question for over three weeks now. Yes, there are other wonderful positions, but my husband loves cowgirl style. It’s his favorite position. He’s a hardcore Blondie’s breasts fan and is very obvious about enjoying them during cowgirl style the most. My knee finally is on the mend and I am lying on my stomach on our bed and playing a game on my phone. Suddenly I feel my husband’s body over mine, his groin pressing to my butt. I exit my phone and look over my shoulder at him. I know what he’s thinking. He’s seen me on my knees on the floor of the nursery cleaning up S’s face before putting her bed.
“So how about cowgirl style?” He breathes in my ear and nibbles on my lobe.
I press my butt up to meet his hardening cock. “Sure, I guess so,” I coyly say and take his jaw in my hand and bring him to kiss me on the lips.
He playfully humps me a few times from the current position we’re in.
“Mmm, big boy, I thought we were going to do this cowgirl style?” I laugh.
My husband gets off of me and helps me sit up then he strips off his shirt and jeans with the underwear. I take off my pants and underwear and press him down to the bed and straddle his hips, feeling his cock pressing against my soft, wet, intimate place.
“You left your shirt on,” he states.
“Yes.” I stick out my tongue at him.
“Why would you do such a thing?” he says in the pretense of being hurt.
I lean down so my lips are touching his ear. “You’re going to have to take it off me,” I whisper and I roll my hips over him so his large erect penis slides inside me.
“Brat,” he growls and moves his hands under the shirt to take a hand full of each breast. Then he helps me pull my shirt over my head. “Beautiful.” He murmurs. I lean in to kiss him and my bare breasts press against his hard chest.
Oh, how I missed cowgirl style too. There is something so perfect about being the one dishing out the pleasure to my man. Of course, I don’t always feel like I’m the one whose in control in the position either. My “mount” isn’t broke at all. He’s an unpredictable stallion. He give more pleasure than I can bear with his cock bucking up into my pussy hard from underneath.
“Ahh-ahh, oh baby, that’s so good,” I groan. I brace my hands against his chest and sit up, his cock buried deep inside me and let him take control from underneath. The hard orgasm saps my body of energy. Just as I think I’m unable to continue he hits my “g-spot” again. The orgasm restarts deep within and I feel myself tighten around him as the muscles contract. My moans turns to cries of pleasure.
“Keep it quieter. You’re going to wake the neighbors,” he scolds.
“It’s not so easy to do that,” I state through clenched teeth. No longer able to take any more, I lean forward and raise my hips off of him. “I need a quick recharge.” I say, my hips still slightly buckling without my control from the aftermath of my orgasm. I kiss him hard on the mouth, and wrap my arms around him. His cock is at the entrance of my vagina, the head is hot to the touch and with a roll of my hips I take him inside me again, letting him stretch and fill my tight orgasm-heated pussy. Then I thrust on and off his cock.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff,” he groans.
My teeth tug lightly on his bottom lip and I continue to rotate and thrust my hips around him faster and faster. He meets my thrusts. I sit up once more and continue, my breasts bounce in my rhythm and I hold them in my hands and touch my hardened rosy nipples.
“Oh, yeah, touch those big titties,” he says, with both hands on my ass my husband pulls me in hard and starts me off on a surprise orgasm. I cover a hand over my mouth to muffle my shock. Harsh and fast. A shatter of glass compared to the waves of orgasms I’d had earlier.
“Oh, baby! I’m going to come with you,” my husband exclaims, and I pump fast over him, loving the feel of his hot semen filling my pussy as I finish my own orgasm.
I lean against him and our heartbeats pound against each other. I am so in love with my husband and I am so glad God blessed me to have him. Without him I wouldn’t enjoy editing and working on MH as much as I do.
I want to thank all the contributors who share their hearts, love, and stories here. God bless you and may you continue to experience the passion of your Song of Songs, Christ-centered marriages.
“So how about cowgirl style?” He breathes in my ear and nibbles on my lobe.
I press my butt up to meet his hardening cock. “Sure, I guess so,” I coyly say and take his jaw in my hand and bring him to kiss me on the lips.
He playfully humps me a few times from the current position we’re in.
“Mmm, big boy, I thought we were going to do this cowgirl style?” I laugh.
My husband gets off of me and helps me sit up then he strips off his shirt and jeans with the underwear. I take off my pants and underwear and press him down to the bed and straddle his hips, feeling his cock pressing against my soft, wet, intimate place.
“You left your shirt on,” he states.
“Yes.” I stick out my tongue at him.
“Why would you do such a thing?” he says in the pretense of being hurt.
I lean down so my lips are touching his ear. “You’re going to have to take it off me,” I whisper and I roll my hips over him so his large erect penis slides inside me.
“Brat,” he growls and moves his hands under the shirt to take a hand full of each breast. Then he helps me pull my shirt over my head. “Beautiful.” He murmurs. I lean in to kiss him and my bare breasts press against his hard chest.
Oh, how I missed cowgirl style too. There is something so perfect about being the one dishing out the pleasure to my man. Of course, I don’t always feel like I’m the one whose in control in the position either. My “mount” isn’t broke at all. He’s an unpredictable stallion. He give more pleasure than I can bear with his cock bucking up into my pussy hard from underneath.
“Ahh-ahh, oh baby, that’s so good,” I groan. I brace my hands against his chest and sit up, his cock buried deep inside me and let him take control from underneath. The hard orgasm saps my body of energy. Just as I think I’m unable to continue he hits my “g-spot” again. The orgasm restarts deep within and I feel myself tighten around him as the muscles contract. My moans turns to cries of pleasure.
“Keep it quieter. You’re going to wake the neighbors,” he scolds.
“It’s not so easy to do that,” I state through clenched teeth. No longer able to take any more, I lean forward and raise my hips off of him. “I need a quick recharge.” I say, my hips still slightly buckling without my control from the aftermath of my orgasm. I kiss him hard on the mouth, and wrap my arms around him. His cock is at the entrance of my vagina, the head is hot to the touch and with a roll of my hips I take him inside me again, letting him stretch and fill my tight orgasm-heated pussy. Then I thrust on and off his cock.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff,” he groans.
My teeth tug lightly on his bottom lip and I continue to rotate and thrust my hips around him faster and faster. He meets my thrusts. I sit up once more and continue, my breasts bounce in my rhythm and I hold them in my hands and touch my hardened rosy nipples.
“Oh, yeah, touch those big titties,” he says, with both hands on my ass my husband pulls me in hard and starts me off on a surprise orgasm. I cover a hand over my mouth to muffle my shock. Harsh and fast. A shatter of glass compared to the waves of orgasms I’d had earlier.
“Oh, baby! I’m going to come with you,” my husband exclaims, and I pump fast over him, loving the feel of his hot semen filling my pussy as I finish my own orgasm.
I lean against him and our heartbeats pound against each other. I am so in love with my husband and I am so glad God blessed me to have him. Without him I wouldn’t enjoy editing and working on MH as much as I do.
I want to thank all the contributors who share their hearts, love, and stories here. God bless you and may you continue to experience the passion of your Song of Songs, Christ-centered marriages.
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