Let The Sunshine In

I don't quite know what it is about summer, but it certainly brings out my inner slut. With The Bloke back, I'm itching to have him fuck any open orifice on me.
We went to an open air concert last night; the last time we'd gone to one, I ended up giving him head in the parking lot. Last night we made it out fully clothed, but only because I told him "We have to leave NOW!" in order to avoid the long traffic lines and raging horniness. 'Tis a bad combination.
So, we rode out in good time, only to pull over a wee bit down the road to smoke a bowl after I'd unsuccessfully tried many times in the car, making me feel like I was back in high school and utter incapable of keeping a lighter going in any sort of air flow. Bugger.
Happy, we barreled back to his place and fumbled on upstairs to the boudoir. (An aside: some of the finest fucks we've had have been on the floor of his living room. 'Twas only a few months ago. How I long for yestermonth!) We stripped down right quick and I hungrily kissed his body. I'd been aching for him all day and couldn't wait to taste and suck him. I made my way down to his glorious cock (an understatement if ever there was), and began to swallow him down. He pushed deeper into my throat and his response got me hotter. I wanted him to cum in my throat. I wanted him to cum anyfuckingwhere he wanted to. I slid him in and out of my mouth, occasionally pushing him deeper and tightening my throat; I loved the effect on him. His cock grew harder and harder and I couldn't let my benevolence trump my own desire, so I pulled him out and begged him to fuck me.
The Bloke, however, is always good for one-upping me. He whipped out the infamous butt plug and slid it in me before banging me. He pushed his cock in me and I ground against him, sending me into orgasm after orgasm. We finally collapsed, exhausted. I asked if he wanted to sleep and after a few moments of quiet, he stated "No, I think I'd rather fuck you again."
Enchante, monsieur.
This time, he wanted to fuck my ass. As I've already worked through my hesitancies with him, I was more than willing. He lubed me good and I pulled myself as wide as I could and guided him in. He pressed in ever-so-slightly until the head of his cock was in me; I was enraptured, savouring the delicious debauchery of it all. Slowly, slowly he pressed further, admittedly hard for him to do because he wanted to bang me full on. He moved his cock gently in and out of me and sure enough: another orgasm.
We collapsed once again and this time really did sleep.
And, as much as I love our erotic romps, he woke me around 6 this morning for my favorite of all: the morning screw. He wakes me by kissing me and stroking my body until I stir a little; then, he begins carressing my nipples and stroking my cunt. I'm usually wet by the time I'm fully awake and he enters me so sweetly, holding me close. He usually cums quickly, strongly, and I relish every moment of it. By the time he shouts out mid-orgasm, I'm enveloped in the tenderness of it and savouring the enticing warmth the lingers between my legs.