Mmmmmmorning

Early morning sex just never gets old. I woke with his hand on my leg, smoothing the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms over my skin. He kept working his way northward until he reached my waist, sneaking his fingers over the edge and skimming my belly until he reached the tie. One slow pull and it was released. He pushed and pushed and pushed my pants down until they were around my ankles, then with a foot shoved them from my legs into the crease of the sheets at the foot of the bed.

I was still sleepy, languorous, rolling my head away from the morning light beaming through the windows. I liked feeling as though I was still dreaming. Slowly, more slowly than usual, he worked his fingers between my legs. Sometimes it's hard for me to come in the morning. I don't know why it takes a long time, but on a Sunday when there's nowhere to be, just laying there and feeling the good feelings of clever fingers adoring your pussy is as fine a place to be as any.

I lay there, my eyes closed, my lips smiling, my legs spread, my head nestled into the pillow. With his other hand he pushed my top up, exposing my hard nipples to the chilly air. Quickly he warmed them with his mouth. Just as quickly he bit them and made me cry out, ending my sleepy reverie. His bite softened and slowly he tugged on me with his teeth and I finally orgasmed around his penetrating fingers.

First task accomplished, he crawled completely under the covers and licked through the mess he'd made, thoroughly teasing my parted folds, his tongue flicking over my clit. Eyes still closed against the brightness, my head lolled on the pillow as my legs closed around his shoulders. Again I came.

He pushed his cock into me and pressed his weight against me, holding me to the mattress. I love his weight on me. I've written that many times before, but it feels so hot and so secure at the same time, as though he's holding together all the atoms that want to go spinning off into the universe when I come undone. Our thrusts met each other as I rolled my hips up to meet his. He drove into me at an angle that teased my clit with every stroke. Then he knew I was ready to come and he was ready to feel me clench and spasm around him, and a few touches to my clit pushed me there.

We lay together for a few minutes, and I felt the fatigue claim me. A few moments later he disappeared, some noise in the house or outside claimed his attention. I drifted away, my pants missing, my shirt shoved up around my throat, and enjoyed a well-deserved snooze. A bit later he crawled in beside me, and together we dozed until want of food and coffee roused us again.

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