A quiet morning
“Mm,” she murmured, her eyes still shut tight as the early morning sunlight streamed through the crack in the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Her breathing grew heavier as a familiar weight pressed against her from behind. She felt a hand, gentle but firm, sneak its way over the oversized T-shirt she’d worn to bed, its warmth seeping through the thin fabric and caressing her bare skin. The hand cupped her breast, thumb circling lazily over the peak, teasing it into alertness.
Her body responded instinctively, arching into the touch, and she let out a soft moan as his fingers played with the sensitive flesh. The sound seemed to spur him on, his other hand moving to her waist to pull her closer, his breath hot against the back of her neck. His erection grew firm against her, and she could feel his need, his desire building with every passing moment.
With a sleepy smile playing on her lips, she reached back with her own hand, feeling for the firmness of his thighs and the curve of his hip. Her fingertips danced along his skin, tracing the line where muscle met bone, and she felt him shiver in response. Encouraged, she slid her hand further down, her fingernails lightly scraping his flesh as they traveled towards his growing arousal. The warmth of his body seemed to envelop her, the scent of his cologne and the faint musk of their shared bed filling her nose as she grew more and more awake.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound a delicious vibration against her neck as his kisses grew more insistent. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear, and she gasped, a shiver running through her as his hand moved from her waist to the elastic band of her panties. With a gentle tug, he slipped a finger beneath the lacy material, his touch feather-light as it danced over the softness of her belly and the slick heat between her legs. Her hips rolled into his hand, silently begging for more, and he chuckled, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her.
Without warning, he pushed her panties down as far as he could reach, his hand moving with a surprisingly deft touch. She felt the coolness of the air on her exposed skin as he slid his hand back up her legs, along the inside of her thigh, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His palm rested against her mound, his finger circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that had her biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Her hand found his hard shaft, the velvety skin hot to the touch, and she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it pulse in her grip. He was already slick with precum, and she stroked him slowly, her hand moving in tandem with the rhythm he’d set against her body. His breath hitched as she tightened her grasp, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
His kisses grew more urgent, his teeth grazing her neck as his fingers slipped into her. Two fingers now, pushing gently into her, filling her with a sense of fullness that made her moan and arch her back further.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, the sound of pleasure resonating through the room as she felt him begin to move inside her. He withdrew his hand, and she could feel his tip probing at her entrance. He was taking his time, savoring the moment, and she could feel the anticipation building. With one firm push, he was inside her, his length sliding in smoothly.
Her leg moved forward, bending at the knee to open herself up to him completely. He took the invitation, his hips rocking gently, his cock moving in a slow, steady rhythm that had her purring like a contented kitten. The friction was exquisite, a delicious pressure building deep within her as he filled her up. The room was still, the only sounds their mingled breaths.
His arm wrapped back around, this time finding its way under the T-shirt to find her breast again. His hand was warm and possessive as it cupped her, his thumb brushing over the taut nipple. She could feel his heart beating against her back, a steady thrum that matched the pace of their lovemaking. The sensation of his skin against hers was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through her body with every pulse.
He paused, his cock buried deep inside her, and leaned down to kiss her neck. His breath was warm and sweet, and she felt his tongue trace the delicate line of her shoulder before he sucked gently on the skin just below her ear. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she let out a small, needy whine. He took that as his cue to squeeze her breast, his grip firm but not painful, as he began to move again.
His thrusts were slow and measured, each one pushing her closer to the edge of climax without quite sending her over. It was a delicious kind of torment, this dance of pleasure that he was leading her in, and she found herself matching his rhythm, pushing back against him with every forward motion. The fabric of her shirt had ridden up, and she felt his bare skin against her back, the heat of his chest against her spine.
Her hand slid down his side, feeling the taut muscles ripple beneath her fingertips. She traced the lines of his abs, her nails lightly scraping his skin, urging him to pick up the pace. He responded with a low growl, his hips moving faster now, his cock sliding in and out of her with increasing urgency. The friction was building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her belly.
Her other hand found the headboard, gripping it tightly as he thrust into her, his rhythm growing more insistent. The headboard creaked softly with each movement, a gentle reminder of the passion they were sharing. She could feel her orgasm building, the sensation spreading through her like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in its path.
Her hips began to buck, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she chased the pleasure. His hand left her breast, his arm snaking around her waist to hold her in place as he drove into her with more force. The feeling of being claimed, of being taken, was intoxicating, and she reveled in it, her body responding to his every touch.
He sensed her need but steadied his pace, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. Each stroke sent a shockwave of sensation through her, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy. And just when she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, he made one final, deep thrust, his cock swelling inside her, and with a groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, he came.
His warmth filled her, sending her over the edge in a rush of pleasure that washed over her in gentle waves. She clenched around him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. His hand tightened around her waist, holding her in place as he pumped into her, filling her with his release.
For a moment, they remained still, their hearts racing in unison, the only sound in the room the gentle throb of their joined bodies. His breath was hot against her neck, his chest heaving with the exertion of their passion. She felt him slowly deflate inside her, the pulsing of his orgasm gone, his breathing slowing, and she knew she never wanted this moment to end as they fell back to sleep.
