A VERY Good Morning

A VERY Good Morning

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Pale rays of sunlight leisurely shine through the window, catching on her hair and lighting up her eyes, making her glow like a goddess. I gulp, staring up at her as she slowly shifts her hips. My hands move up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples before she slaps them away. This is the sequel to "A Restless Night" another short story that I wrote. This can be read alone...but it might be better enjoyed with a little background knowledge~

Summary

Pale rays of sunlight leisurely shine through the window, catching on her hair and lighting up her eyes, making her glow like a goddess. I gulp, staring up at her as she slowly shifts her hips. My hands move up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples before she slaps them away.


This is the sequel to "A Restless Night" another short story that I wrote. This can be read alone...but it might be better enjoyed with a little background knowledge~

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Submitted: July 22, 2018

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Submitted: July 22, 2018

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I’m sheathed in warmth. That's the first coherent thought that registers in my syrupy brain, the cogs of my mind turning slowly, trying to make sense of what's happening. I'm confused for a moment, trying to wade through the alcoholic cloud that's blotting out my memory of the night before. I have yet to open my eyes--or for that matter, even fully rouse myself--content to stay disoriented just so long as I remain buried in this euphoric pulsating heat.

I become aware of a soft touch, delicately caressing my bicep, trailing up my shoulder, and then slowly the whispering touch journeys down my back, following the path of my spine. Back and forth, the fingertips lightly stroke me from the base of my spine up to my neck and then back down again. It's soothing as I become cognizant of my surroundings.

I find myself nuzzling into my girl’s throat, feeling her pulse on my lips as I sleepily begin to suck at the base of her throat and collar bone. She murmurs something unintelligible and then I feel her tongue sweeping the shell of my ear. She's nibbling my earlobe and I am now fully awake and aware of my dick twitching inside of her.

I remember collapsing on top of her the night before. Our bodies remain plastered together, the full weight of my body is flattening her breast--yet somehow, I can still feel the peaks of her nipples managing to pierce my chest. Her legs are tightly coiled around my waist, their muscles flex--the only warning I receive before I find myself flipped on my back.

I'm deep inside her now, and I'm sending my thanks to the laws of gravity that has her pubic bone pressed so fiercely into my own. My beautiful girl is sitting on top of me, her back straight and her knees straddling me. Her heated gaze is locked on me, a small smile curling her lips when she feels my dick jumping to attention inside her.

Pale rays of sunlight leisurely shine through the window, catching on her hair and lighting up her eyes, making her glow like a goddess. I gulp, staring up at her as she slowly shifts her hips. My hands move up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples before she slaps them away.

“You came home drunk last night,” her eyes turn to slits, narrowing on mine. I blink up at her, smiling bashfully. With her hips rotating like they are and having only just woke up I feel like I'm temporarily rendered speechless.

“You woke me up, promising things you couldn't finish,” she continues. I'm accosted with befuddled memories of last night. Of me fumbling with her nightgown, pulling at her panties, licking, thrusting. Heat creeps up my chest, flushing my face when I recall how quickly I finished and how she did not.

“Babe,” I grab her hips, stopping the tender onslaught of torture she is inflicting on me so that I can better focus.

“Let me make it up to you,” I stare at her as I utter my demand, watching the heat flare behind her eyes. Her lips part as my hands move from her hips to the cheeks of her ass, lovingly kneading them.

My cock shifts inside her as I sit up fully, my lips brushing against her collar. Her breath leaves her in a whoosh as I nip her lightly. She thrusts her chest out in an offering I could never refuse. My mouth latches onto one nipple while I pinch the other bud between my thumb and forefinger. She sighs, her head tilting back slightly, blush staining her cheeks.

Her pussy clenches my dick and I can't stop my fingers from roughly digging into her ass, I groan--so much for gently kneading.

The breath stutters out of her and I buck against her, my hips rolling seemingly of their own volition. My hands still on her ass, I slowly lift her off my cock. Then, just as unhurriedly, I lower her back down. Her wetness is pooling at the base of my cock, that along with the faint dark circles under her eyes and the horny little glare she give me tells me that she was up all night, long after I passed out on top of her.

Needing to make it up to her I continue to lift and lower her onto my dick while she watched as the muscles of my biceps bulge. I know she likes my show of strength. I can feel her pussy fluttering on my cock, gripping and releasing in quick succession. With each downward movement I thrust into her, my pubic bone rubbing her clit. Her panting breaths tell me that she's close to coming.

One last time I lower her onto my cock, holding her in place with one hand while my other rubs her clit in fast circles. With a high pitch moan, she comes apart in my arms.

Still shuttering with aftershocks, I lower her onto the bed and gently spread her leg open. My cum and hers mingle, seeping out of her tight pussy. I watch it drip out of her, enjoying the view for a moment before I begin to lick it up, tenderly cleaning her with my tongue until she's shuttering once more.

One last suck of her clit before I have her wrapped up in my arms, her head resting on my chest. She looks up at me with a content little smile and I smirk back at her.

“Sleep,” I murmur, kissing her forehead. But her eyelids are already drooping closed and her breathing is already even.

I stare at her for a moment longer, stroking her hair.

“I love you,” I whisper to her sleeping form before closing my own eyes.


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