NEVER ENOUGH II

The dawn breaks on the horizon and the messy room opened up the next early morning. Pillows and blanket cluttered around and above the bed, was Sumire gripping the white sheet above her head, bouncing on the mattress as Mort held her waist up and continued thrusting her. He rub her clit and she squirmed from the exquisite pleasure almost too much to bear.

Mort raised her ankle and licked his way up her calf to her thigh. His wet tongue caressed her skin, enticing goosebumps and sending sheer electricity through her. He licked her inner thighs adding her wetness dripping on his shaft.

The hunk grips her waist, steadying her and penetrating her. He rubs her mound, adding pressure to her most sensitive spot. Mort brought Sumire to the edge and she lifted herself to him. His thick hard shaft is stretching and filling her tight hole.

Panted, naked, and titillated, with the room silent, Sumire can hear her own heartbeat and his breathing as heavy as hers. He crawled up her body as he pounded her, shaft swollen going in and out to her dripping opening.

Mort rode her hard, pushing deep and pulling out, settling into a steady rhythm. Stroking her and filling her as he moved his hips back and forth. Waves of ecstasy emanated from her orifice and spread throughout her entire body.

"I'm cumming! Aahhh...." Sumire screamed when she came. She cried in pleasure as her rapture ebbed and flowed along with Mort's increased pounding.

Just when she thought she could catch a breath, Mort tensed and erupted with a groan, filling her with his essence and bathing her orifice with his come. He slid in and out so easily, reveling in his climax as he held her hips tightly as close to him as he could.

Mort continued to ride his orgasm, pumping what seemed like gallons of himself inside her, letting her feel his release as much as he did. After several seconds, he slowed, pushing his shaft deep inside her one last time.

His lips found hers and they kissed for an eternity feeding off the months of longing in each other's arms and intimacy.

"I can't take any more..." Sumire murmured in a seductive, sleepy tone. He buried his face in her neck and breathed heavily and grunted in satisfaction.

Weakened, Sumire took a chance and kiss his hair and forehead. A smirk formed on his lips how the maiden fell unconscious on his mattress. Drained of energy and strength.

"Have a good rest, my love," Mort uttered. He pressed a kiss, his lips still warm and supple, against her forehead. He rolled to her side and carefully settled her against his chest.

Mort covers their nakedness and gently caresses Sumire's belly where their unborn child is. He entwined their fingers and let himself drown to slumber.

5:30 PM. The sunset, unlike the hot sun of the afternoon, it gives up the strong dazzling light. It is blazing with brilliance and splendor. The vivid red sunset appears as silky, smooth collusions of sky burst red and yellow in the night’s calm. The birds watched the sky darken over the beautiful infinite ocean ahead. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window.

Sumire woke up feeling a hand heavy on her belly. She slowly looks up and found herself in his embrace. The maiden traces his features by using her finger; from his thick eyebrows, long wavy eyelashes, and lips to die for.

"He's real, right?" She asked herself, still unconvinced. The maiden pokes his cheek, to confirm he is not a product of her dream. Mort remains unmoved but is already awake. He is waiting for what she would do next to him.

Naked under the sheet, Sumire crawled on top of him and rest her chin on his chest. Caged under his embrace, his intoxicating smell made her feel cozy, safe, and warm. A beguiling smile formed on her lips.

"See, baby. Your Daddy is so handsome. I wish you'll look like him." The maiden adorably chuckled and suddenly stopped and fell into thoughts. "But if you're a baby girl, I wish you look more gorgeous like mommy, hihi..." Sumire coyly added with a beautiful smile and began to plant a kiss on Mort's forehead, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose and steal a quick peck on his lips.

'This little kiss stealer...' Mort said at the back of his mind, listening and letting her do what she pleased. What she did next caught him off guard.

Sumire pinched his nose, blocking his airways for a long minute. It seems that his wife is having fun picking up his nose. He heard her burst into small giggles while he struggle to breathe. Unable to resist her, Mort woke up and as their eyes met, she raised her brows in surprise.

Sumire felt the heat creeping up her face. 'Oh, God. Was I blushing?' The maiden who held his gaze, snickered.

Mort lock his gaze on her and his free hand touched her cheek. It made her heart race as she could feel his gaze burn her skin. Sumire felt she could drown in his eyes at that moment.

The gorgeous hunk of a man flashed a small smile. His smile was punctuated with deep dimples, one on each cheek that she had never seen before. His emerald pair of eyes were deep and calm, oceans of tranquility but there is a hint of danger lurking in it.

"Sumire," he hotly breathed. Sumire thought she saw a spark in his eyes. Startled, the maiden squeezed his nose hard making Mort shut his eyes from the pinch.

"Oh, my God! Am sorry...I thought you are not real." The maiden quickly let go and tap gently his reddened nose. "I just can't help it, you got a beautiful nose...hehe..." She sincerely said, nervously giggling, and quickly fled away from him, holding the blanket covering her chest.

Mort slowly crawled looking like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. She was naked surrounded by beautiful cotton sheets and a huge down comforter, lying on a bed made for at least two people.

"It seems to me like you are not fully awake. Let's make love again, so you can feel me inside you and how real I am." Mort dangerously said who is in boxers. He glanced hungrily at her face and traveled to her covered breast which hee cleavage slightly peeking.

Sumire watched how his face changed as passion enveloped him. He pressed himself softly into her, and his mouth found hers, tongue flicking against her.

His arms her pressed down, each one well muscled, the sinewy forearms on display. Mort lifted one arm first and then the next, guiding her fingers to his full lips and kissing them so gently, one at a time, it almost made her cry.

Mort ran his tongue along her wrist, slowly circled around and Sumire's gaze followed him. Overwhelmed with love, she gathered him into her arms, drew his body against her, and kissed him.

The hunk pressed himself against her so she could feel the hardness of his erection. The warmth of his body seeped into her, causing her to shiver again. His hand swept along her hair messy on the bed, moving softly down her cheek.

"Mort...we~hmmphh..." His lips were on hers, and Mort's tongue delved into her mouth, possessing her completely. Her breath was faster and hotter than ever before and she could feel her heart beating in her chest.

He ease his boxer shorts in the side, revealing his hard and thick shaft and was about to penetrate her when suddenly, a cute sound of rumbling in her stomach stop them both. Sumire bite her lower lip as she placed her hand on top of her belly.

"We're famished." She shyly said while Mort stared at her intently. Damn, he was hard. But his wife and child must come first before everything.

Mort kissed her temple, and she closed her eyes. "What do you want to eat? I'll prepare everything for you." He said between their almost sealed lips. The maiden flashed a smile with a come-hither look.

"What do you think, baby?" Head lowered, Sumire asked, caressing her tummy as if their child can hear them. Mort placed his palm on top of her hand and again, their gaze met.

"We want homemade mashed potatoes with caramel sauce, peanut butter sausage, strawberry cake with a cherry on top, a gallon of vanilla ice cream with a small umbrella and giant spoon, please. And, oh! two buckets of fried chicken as well." Sumire smilingly said which made Mort slightly stunned.

Knowing she was pregnant, the hunk understand her weird cravings. "Your wish is my command." Mort said and leaned, "I love you," he added, lips soft against her.

Together, Mort dressed Sumire in his oversize white long-sleeve with no undergarments. The hunk carries her like a princess, with one arm under her legs and the other arm supporting her back. Head leaning against his massive raw chest, Sumire's arms draped around his neck as he carries her to the royal kitchen.

Mort was in a black, tight-fitting T-shirt and Sumire could see his pectorals bulging. Her eyes glued on his back as to how menacingly tall and well-toned hunk he is. Standing on the kitchen counter preparing her food, he looks sexy in her eyes.

Sumire was enjoying feasting the sight while sitting on top of the table waiting for her food. The erotic scene came flashed into her mind which made her blush. She was getting addicted even more to his kisses and touch. The maiden bites her lower lip to calm herself. She was tempted to do it again with him. Her sexual urge is so strong that she can barely control herself and only Mort can bring her to the seventh heaven.

While the hunk is busy preparing his wife's food, the maiden came to him and hugs him from the back which made Mort stop. He turn around and was greeted by her blushed cheek.

"Do you want--" Mort was interrupted when Sumire pulled him for a kiss. Slightly stunned, the hunk responded to her kisses with passion. She reaches out and puts her hand on his shoulder, lightly touching the fabric of his shirt and feel the form of his body underneath.

Mort broke the long-lasting kiss and turn to look into her eyes. His eyes, tender and intense at the same time, bore into her. He could see that she wanted it, so badly.

"I want you," Sumire bluntly said, she feels drunk. Her whole face reddened from embarrassment. Her urge was too strong. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he slowly leaned in closer to her.

A light shiver ran through her body as his lips brushed ever so softly down her neck and onto her shoulder.

"If that's what my love wants." Mort sexily said. His hands moved over her chest and unbuttoned the sleeve she wears, revealing her delicate shoulder and chest. Without a word, he lays her on the table and lifts the hem of her shirt.

Sumire looks erotically at him. She was under his spell again. She was there, lying almost defenseless, naked, with exposed chest and thighs, ready to get devoured. Mort was sexy between her legs. He was tall and strong, his dark hair falling over messily and equally dark emerald eyes.

The setting was perfect. He moved over to her in a passionate, pulsating frenzy and before she knew it, Mort was on top of her. Kissing her passionately, his hands explore her bosoms perfectly fitting on his palm and kneading them with care.

Sumire arched her back slightly, pressing her wetness against his manhood in an attempt to show him just how much she wanted, needed, his body at one with her own. In response, Mort moved down and, all at once, entered her.

"Mort! Ah! Ah! Ughh..." Sumire cried out as she felt the tickling sensation of his shaft filling her, rocking gently in and out of her. As Mort moved his hips back and forth, he moved his lips to her neck, kissing down her chest.

She looks down to see their private parts kissing. It looks very intimate, erotic, sexy, and bold.

"Mmmm...mmmm..." He rocked in tempo with her. Mort groaned in pleasure and change his gentle rhythm into a series of hard, intense thrusts. As he continued pounding her hard and fast, Sumire wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close into hers. He slid his other hand under my hand, reaching it before intertwining their fingers. Their moans and skin slapping each other mixing together sounds like a piece of music to her ears.

Just as Sumire felt herself climax, Mort paused, gasped, and impaled her with a particularly deep thrust. As they came together, their eyes met, burning with fierce desire.

"My home."