Morning sex

I wake up an hour too early, and I can't get back to sleep. I'm restless.

My husband stirs as I shift in bed, his long arm pulling my naked body against him, his hand cupping my breast and squeezing. "Mine," he mumbles, still half asleep.

I purr. There's nothing quite like being claimed like that - especially when he's not even fully conscious. It means the entirety of 'us' has seeped into him. I stretch against him and move, enjoying the feeling of my skin moving on his.

He squeezes my breast, then rubs his hand down my body, rubbing against my  pussy, letting his finger find my clit. I'm not wet, but it feels nice. But now that he's touched me there, my brain is on it. Why am I not wet? What the hell? Think about something else, think about something else, think about something else... isn't this hot? I am purring, he is stroking me, touching me. He turns my face to his and we kiss - hot, soft kisses, just sort of sinking into each other.

I roll onto my stomach, lifting my ass in the air, burying my face in the pillow. His fingers graze my pussy, lightly touch my ass. I groan as he teases me.

"Does my girl want her ass fucked?" he asks softly, a genuine question.

"No," I respond, breathless.

"No?" His fingers are touching me between my legs again, and I am still not wet. It's not going to happen. I want, but I am thinking about it too hard. He moves his hand and I moan with disappointment.

"Girl doesn't like it when the hand moves, huh?"

"I need some lube," I finally relent.

"You do, huh?" He is quick on that one, getting the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers. When he touches me again his fingers glide across my sex, my clit, and I groan loudly. Oh, that feels so fucking amazing. I am panting, rocking back into his touch.

How long should I wait before I ask for cock? is what I am thinking as I move, as I purr and moan from the sensations he's giving me. His fingers feel fantastic, and I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I want. I can feel his cock pressing against my hip as he touches me, so I know it's there.

He solves that problem. "I suppose next you'll want some cock?" he asks as his fingers glide inside me, around all the sensitive parts, making me rock back and forth like a poor mindless automaton.

"Yessss," I hiss, grateful that I didn't have to think about it anymore. Usually I want the teasing, the long, drawn-out being driven insane, but this was a workday and there was no time for that.

"Such a good fuck toy," he whispers. His hand moves from me and I hear him lubing his cock. Not that I think that is necessary. I don't move, keep my ass in the air.

I am beaming thoughts at him: Get on top of me, get on top of me, get on top of me. Fuck me like a bitch in fucking heat, come on, fuck me.

I have a fear that he is going ask me to turn on my side, which is usually our preferred position. But I really, really want this. Long seconds drag by while he is seeming to ponder.

"You want me to get on top of you, girl?" he asks.

"Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh!" I say, kicking my feet, driven mad with lust. Fuck yes that's exactly what I fucking want! Maybe he is a mind-reader. Or a body-language reader - that's very possible. It's not like it was a big secret with me waving my ass in the air.

"Oh my," he says softly, his hands on my back as he moves between my spread legs. "I guess that really is what you want...." he nudges his cock at the opening of my pussy, and then he is sliding inside me. I groan. Oh, what a position. What a fantastic position. He rests most of his weight on my back. His arm curls under mine and wraps around my shoulder, my other arm gripping his as I cry out with the pleasure of it.

"You fuck me so good," I whisper as he does just that.

After a while he raises up, his body no longer pressing against mine, his cock fucking into me the only place we're touching. I miss the touching, but something about being deprived of it is hot.

"Take it, fucking horny slut," he says roughly, making me groan into the pillow.

I hear his orgasm approaching in the way his breathing changes, and I am excited by it, so much so that it escapes me in little puffs - "uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," I breathlessly urge him on as he pulses into me. Oh how fucking hot is that, to be fucked like a bitch first thing in the morning?

He rolls off me, and his hand is back inside me. His head rests on my back as he touches me, so he feels it when I start trembling all over, even though I've begun holding my breath so I don't scream.

"Oooh," he says softly, lifting his head, "is my girl going to come for me?"

"Mmmhmm," I pant, shaking, on the edge of it.

"Come for me, then," he says, his fingers drawing the pleasure out, out, out, until I can't help but scream as I tremble there next to him. "Good girl," he says as he keeps gently touching me, weaning my sensitive bits from his touch.

My hair is sweaty and sticking to my face. I wipe it off my forehead as I curl into his arms, kissing his chest. We spend a few lovely minutes like that, looking at each other, stroking each other, before his alarm goes off.

Morning sex.

I'm for it.