The earliest rays of sunlight creep through the window. He stirs slightly, his morning erection aching and pressing insistently against the curves of her ass. His eyelids never so much as flutter as his hips begin lazily and irregularly, yet insistently, grinding against her. Her breathing shifts as she's coaxed out of her sleep by his humping. "Mmmm..." She groans sleepily.
"Mmm, sorry." He mumbles, eyes still closed as he stills his hips.
"It's okay." She whispers thickly and rolls her hips enticingly. A lazily happy hum of appreciation is his only audible response. His hand rests heavily on her hip and his light humping resumes, his heavy hand holding her close as she slowly rolls her ass against him. His erection progressively swells and soon her pussy begins to leave a glistening sheen on his swollen head as it trails along her folds.
Gradually their movements become more coordinated as their arousal begins to cut through the content fog of sleep. His thrusting grows ever more insistent, his grip tighter, his member heavier while her sex grows wetter, her breath quicker and her own rolling hips more needy. Her hand reaches down between her thighs to grip him, leaning forward and arching her back she guides him into her slick passage with a sultry groan from them both as his naked cock slides home into her hot, welcoming centre.
"You want morning sex?" He asks, tongue still heavy with sleep but eyes very much open now.
"I'm trying new things." She responds with a slight gasp as she feels him flex inside her, then arches her back again and pushes back on him, pressing his thick sex deeper. They both hum their appreciation and his grip tightens on her hip. He rolls his hips, stroking his length through her soft canal a few times before reluctantly extracting himself. She whimpers and looks back over her shoulder as he rolls to the edge of the bed and reaches for the box of condoms. Clumsily tearing one free and rolling it over his length, he nestles in behind her again.
His arm reaches around the swell of her hip, his hand slipping between her damp thighs and then guiding his swollen slab between her hot folds. They moan together as he slides into her, his fingers trail up through her velvety curtains and coax her sensitive nub. She jerks and twitches under his deft fingers, her passage quivering around him. She arches her back through her spasms, pushing him deeper and drawing a quick gasp from herself and a low moan from him. His other hand, arm snaked under her neck, reaches down and cups one of her soft globes in an almost ungentle grip, massaging her in his hand, his rough palm scraping her tightening nipple in a terribly wonderful way. His arms flex, pulling her more firmly against his body, pressing her soft, small body hard along the length of him, his heavy leg pinning her down.
"You're so small. You can't get away." He whispers in her ear. She trembles in his grasp and her juices drip along their legs. She bites her lip and rolls her hips. He thrusts forward hard to meet her with a groan.
Suddenly she grabs at his hands, trying to pull them away and bucks her hips away from him. His grip tightens roughly on her breast and his other hand grips her hip tightly, pulling her back hard on his cock. She bucks again, trying to scramble for the edge of the bed. In one quick, fluid motion, he traps her legs between his and rolls on top of her, crushing her between him and the bed and driving his cock hard into her juicy little cunt.
"You can't get away from me." He growls into her ear. Her pussy clenches around him at his words and he groans, a quick hard thrust from him draws an echo from her. He wraps her arms around her, crossing her arms across her chest, and then crushes her beneath him. The weight of her breasts crushing into her, with the added torment of her arms pressed into her chest and her own arousal leaves her gasping for breath as he bears down on her, squeezing her tight between his thick legs and strong arms. Her struggling breaths turn to sultry moans as each fast, hard thrust drags heavily across her g-spot. Her juices soak the bed beneath them and soak his pistoning cock as he greedily pounds into her, all the while crushing her tight.
"Don't stop. Don't stop!" she pants.
His thrusting grows even faster. His arms encircle her and squeeze her ever tighter. With a muted scream into the pillow she shudders beneath him as her orgasm crashes over her. Her juices soak his balls as he drives himself to the hilt, a violent "Fuck!" the only warning before his muscles convulse around her and he begins to empty himself. They remain locked there for long seconds as they ride their waves of ecstasy together. His grip a crushing band around her, her nails digging into his forearms as she clutches him.
They both go limp together. Panting. He slowly rolls on his side, arms never releasing her, but his embrace becoming gentle as he nestles her against himself and she snuggles in closer. Sweat glistens on them and their breath is shallow and quick. His slowly shrinking member pops free as she turns in his arms and rests her forehead against his collar bone, nestling in close. His arms hold her close and his heavy leg drapes over her intimately, pulling them close.
"You're right, that's a good way to start the day." She purrs. He chuckles and runs his hands through her hair and along her back.
"Told you."
They lie entwined for a few more minutes, his hands lazily rubbing her back, her fingers roaming his chest. Kissing the top of her head he gives her a squeeze before rolling away, gently pulling his arm out from under her head. She pouts in the most adorable way, making him smile as he looks down at her from beside the bed. He rolls the condom off in one practiced motion and drops it in the trash. She wiggles to the edge of the bed sitting up and eagerly takes his softening cock in her mouth, his shrunken state making it easy for her to take him all, pressing her nose against his pelvis.
She sucks and strokes with her tongue without backing away. Gradually he lengthens in her mouth, growing longer and harder. Her little nose continues to rest against his pelvis as he expands, slowly growing into the back of her throat. She continues to clean him, her one hand coming up to cup his balls and roll them gently. His cock swells to cut off her breathing and with a slight gag she backs away slightly, continuing to stroke him with her tongue until his cock's continued growth makes her gag again and she has to pull back a little more to resume her game. All the while he stands there transfixed, loving this game and loving to watch the way she handles him.
Once she has coaxed him to his full length again she makes a show of getting every imaginary drop of cum off of his engorged member, before sitting back and smiling up at him with mock innocence. He rolls his eyes with a fond smile and leans down to kiss her.
"Come on, you. Help me make breakfast." His thumb trails her cheek and she leans into it gently before he makes his way to the door. Strutting through the little house he finds the kitchen quickly and starts to rummage in her fridge. Not as hot blooded as him, she tosses on one of his old t-shirts before wandering into the kitchen to get a view of his bare ass sticking out of the fridge as he raids her food. She tip-toes over and slaps his ass hard, grabbing it firmly.
He jerks up and rounds on her indignantly. "You little!" He curses, a grin splitting his face before the words have properly left. He leans in for a kiss and she jumps as the cold container of orange juice finds the bare skin of her leg beneath his oversized shirt. He chuckles wickedly and kisses her again. She laughs too and cups his ass again. He sets the juice down and grips hers too, pulling her firmly against him, trapping his burning cock between them and letting her feel the heat and size of it pressed hard against her belly. That grin is still wicked as he turns back to the fridge and pulls out the carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, a block of cheese, some peppers and the butter.
Casually dropping it all on the island in the centre of the kitchen he starts rummaging through her cupboards, picking through her spices and the like. She joins him, pulling out pans and bowls for the meal prep, while he discovers where all of the place setting is and she pulls out all the cutlery. Soon bacon sizzles on the stove top and the two of them are chopping up peppers, garlic, onion and tomato to add to the scrambled eggs. The two of them dance to the music coming from his phone and sing along, cuddling each other and kissing and grinding and caressing. As he mixes all the ingredients in with the eggs and then adds the concoction to the skillet she grates an unhealthy smattering of cheese over the omelet. He watches the bacon while she begins prepping the toast and setting out their dishes.
The breakfast of champions slides onto their plates and she leads him over to the window seat to snuggle into the multitude of pillows piled into it. "Of course you found a place with a window seat." He's grinning from ear to ear at her. "And of course your throw pillows."
"Some things you just can't compromise on." She says as she wiggles into her comfy spot and he lounges out across from her. They sit there enjoying their breakfast, looking out at the small fenced in yard behind the house, watching birds flit from branch to branch and frisky squirrels chase each other about.
"Do you need to do anything today?" he asks.
"Just a little running around. Groceries and the like."
