Morning quickie

We're tired, and it's gotten pretty late. He cradles me in his arms and I plant little soft kisses all over his chest. We fall asleep somewhere in the midst of my soft kisses, his arms around me something I appreciate greatly every time I stir during the night.

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In the morning, he showers and has his breakfast before coming back to bed. I don't know what time it is, but he slides his hand beneath my night shirt, starts rubbing me, pulling me to him, claiming my flesh. I stretch, pressing back into him, and purr happily as his hands create tingles all over me. It's been so long since we've both been awake enough in the mornings to do anything but nap.

He pulls me over and kisses me, tangling his hand in my hair. I feel a twinge of pain as he pinches my nipple.

"Want to suck my cock for me?" he asks roughly.

"Oh, yes," I whisper, sliding down his body, taking his erection into my mouth, swirling, sucking, inhaling. I have no idea how much time we have, but I intend to make the most of it. I moan at the taste of him, and then I squeal as his hands oh-so-slowly tighten in my hair and hold my head still for him to thrust into my face at his own pace.

He lets me go, and as always when given my leave after he hold me like that, I suck him in as deeply as possible, working the entrance of my throat around that glorious smooth head.

"You want to feel that cock in your pussy?" he asks. I groan deeply as I suck. Yes. Fuck, yes, I do.

"Mmmmhmmm," is my audible response.

"Turn over, then," he says.

I do. His fingers find my pussy, sliding inside briefly. He presses his cock against my opening, and... it won't go in. I am so aroused, but it's happened so quickly that my natural lubrication is all inside. He presses a little harder, it hurts, but I want it. I groan, rocking against him with just the very tip of his cock wedged inside me.

He pulls away from me. I groan again, bereft, but then his fingers are sliding inside me again, his thumb is stroking my clit, and I'm rocking to his touch. I roll over more, onto my belly, and his thumb slides inside me, pressing deeply, stretching me around the base of it. It feels so good; my breath is a near-constant sigh of pleasure. I feel myself approaching orgasm and I roll toward him before I achieve it, pulling away from his fingers. He lets me, kissing me back as I latch fiercely onto his lips, his hands wandering over my body.

We chat, just a little. I open my legs again for him and his fingers slide to my slippery pussy. "Mmm, you are a wet little slut, aren't you?" he asks as he gently toys with my clitoris.

"Yes sir," I whisper, humping up to his hand, kissing him again.

"Mmm.. it wouldn't be very nice of me to leave you like this, would it?"

"No sir," I respond, the idea of being left like this taking hold in my head and turning me on even more. Surely he wouldn't.

"I suppose I'm not a very nice man," he says, fastening his lips hard to mine as he leans over, sliding his fingers deeply inside me, strumming my clit gently. Fuckfuckfuck. I don't even know what to think. Is he going to tease me to the edge and stop and leave me like this all day? Will he let me come? Oh, God. I moan as the sensations he is causing collide with my thoughts and I abandon all attempts at reason. I writhe for him, my body dancing under his touch, my lips and tongue prisoners to his whim.

He drives me there, to the brink of orgasm, and as I start to crash into it, I stop myself, just a little. I somehow stop the orgasm, and something inside me waits. He can hear my desperate noises, feel my undulations as the pleasure builds. He knows. He doesn't stop. He presses on. I scream as the orgasm takes me over, my entire body vibrating with the release, my legs kicking. "Good girl, you take it, baby," he whispers into my ear as I cling to him.

"Turn over, slut," he whispers as my body stops vibrating and I stop screaming, though I am still thrumming with pleasure. I obey him gladly, and his cock slides into me easily now. I groan as he fills me up, but there's not much time. We move together quickly to achieve his release, and he pulls me into his embrace afterward. Snuggle time is a must. I kiss his chest, making happy sated noises.

"Thank you for not leaving me like that."

"You're welcome," he says, kissing my lips as I tilt my face up to gaze at him with adoration.

"What brought all that on anyway?" I ask, curious.

He laughs at me. "I just felt like...taking you."

Oh, yes.