A sliver of late-morning light slowly moved over Mia's face. She barely moved, wincing at the sunlight penetrating the backs of her eyelids.
"Mngh," she mumbled, slightly shifting underneath the light fluff of her massive comforter.
Two dense arms tightened themselves around her; one nestled under her neck, the other wrapped around her ribs.
Cameron.
She nuzzled into him, keeping her eyes closed as she felt his warmth on her back. He coiled himself around her, leaving tender kisses on her shoulders. He held her in place, and she took a short, sharp inhale; she didn't expect to feel his mass already pulsating inside of her. How long had he been like this? All she could remember were dreams of vague sensations and sexual tension. Refusing to open her eyes, she let her body go limp, allowing her fiancé to slowly push himself deeper.
"Good morning, baby," he said, whispering between kisses.
"Mmnh," she replied, letting the heat of his skin wash over her.
He slowly moved his hips back and forth, thrilled that he'd executed his plan flawlessly. He'd always wanted to wake her up like this; the smell of a freshly made brunch filling the air, morning drinks waiting in the mini-fridge in the corner, the love of his life in deep sleep, undisturbed by the movements of his desire. He knew he'd never come close to giving her the world, but the paradise he'd built for her was a good start.
He moved his free arm to grab her hip bone, adjusting himself to keep from slipping out. She didn't know it, but he'd been slick with her for quite a while now. He always wanted to know if it was possible to deliver dick to her in her sleep; surprisingly, he found out it was. Being extra careful not to wake her, he patiently observed her body as it responded to him in her dreams. Her physical climax was what woke her, but she was none the wiser.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked, continuing his movements uninterrupted.
"Oh, baby," she whispered, too focused on her internal pleasure to answer him.
"Hm?" He beckoned, smirking at her distraction.
"Uhn," she replied, her brain too foggy to form a sentence.
Mia arched her back slightly, begging Cameron not to stop in the only manner she knew how. He pulled his arm from underneath her neck just enough to cup her throat in his hand, slowly tilting her head closer to his.
"How long you think I been fuckin' you like this, hm?" He purred next to her ear.
He couldn't wait to share his labor of love with her.
"You sound so pretty when you cum, baby, even in your dreams." He said, tightening his grip on her waist as he pushed himself deeper than before.
She sighed audibly, her eyelids fluttering as she finally opened them. She gripped the bedsheets, steadying herself against his scooping thrusts; she could feel herself dripping already. She never woke up this wet, had she really climaxed in her sleep? Suddenly, flashes from her dreams started to appear in her mind: visions of riding him with reckless abandon on top of a pool table, surrounded by onlookers at a local bar, the sound of her screams mingling with the jukebox. She tightened her grip on the sheets as her insides tightened its grip on his majesty.
"Ngh, fuck," he whispered, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. This jolted her awake, her eyes snapping open at the sudden sharpness of his canines. She whimpered, her moans stifled by his firm grasp, and gasped before biting down on her entire bottom lip. He took this as a cue and began rocking into her double-time. He released his bite on her skin, leaving sloppy tongue-trails on top of his teeth marks. He brought his mouth close to her ear again, his heated breath traveling along her cheekbone.
"I ain't stoppin' 'til you tell me to," he said, shutting his eyes as he focused on the movement of her southern muscles. "I ain't lettin' go 'til you tap out, you hear me?"
She nodded pathetically, with no energy to fight back. Breathing through her nose, it was then that she notice the smell of syrup, fat renderings, and fresh fruit. Her heart melted; she was never a fan of breakfast in bed, but the thought of her fiancé toiling away in the kitchen while she slept was so endearing to her. There was something about the smell of sweet butter in the air that was oddly... erotic, and she couldn't care to figure out why.
With a lazy day indoors ahead of them, she threw caution to the wind; she was perfectly content with being unable to get out of bed. As often as he wore her out, never even leaving her with enough strength to carry herself to the bathroom, she still wasn't able to get used to it.
She could already feel a vibration in her lower back as her breathing became more labored; like kettle steam, her squeaky moans got higher and louder the more pressure rose within her.
Cameron loved this part: he kept his eyes closed, choosing only to hear her, to feel her. The sound of Mia's voice struggling to break free, feeling her body lose control; he loved watching her crumble in front of him, becoming a mess of herself. He found a sadistic kind of beauty in breaking her like this, leaving all the room in the world for her to rebuild herself into something more precious than before. She always surprised him with the depths of her love, and in turn, he vowed never to grow weary of his desire for her, for every part of her.
He caressed the skin of her ass, separating one cheek from the other with a firm grip. Feeling his strong hand on her backside, she rocketed toward her first orgasm with ease. He moved his hand from her throat to her jaw, tilting her head close enough for him to plant a long kiss on her forehead. She panted as her pink matter squeezed tightly around him, threatening to push him out completely. He locked himself in in response, shortening the length of his thrust, tapping against her hot spot with his swollen head.
"Ooouuhhh," she moaned, furiously grunting as her body writhed against him.
She clumsily reached for his hand locked on her hip and held on tight, spastically bucking her hips as her eyes squeezed themselves shut. He kept his lips on her forehead, riding out her climax until her body went limp again. He slowed down the pace, allowing her to catch her breath.
"Remember what I said, baby. I ain't stoppin'," he said, his voice low and velvety.
"Oh, fuck," she replied breathlessly, having completely forgotten his request.
'This man gon' fuck me back to sleep, I swear,' she thought to herself, 'One more... one more, then I'll tap.'
"C'mere," he said, lifting her leg. He slipped his hand from underneath her head and sat himself up, threading his leg between hers, determined to keep his now glistening form still inside. He grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"I wanna watch you cum."
