I woke up in bed and gradually came round as the sun filtered through the blinds. I was curled up in the arms of my boyfriend, Will, whose head was nestled on my shoulder as he spooned me. From the sound of his breathing Will was still asleep but I couldn't get comfortable again without disturbing him. Since we had been sharing a single bed all night in Will's university accommodation, it had been pretty cramped and my back was slightly slick with sweat as it pressed against Will's muscular chest.
I'm slim and small-framed with pert little tits but I'm quite tall and I love how Will's big strong arms and broad chest make me feel so feminine and safe. As I snuggled down again against Will I remembered how before we fell asleep, he had tenderly licked and nibbled at my clitoris and kissed me softly while he entered me powerfully from above. These memories woke me up properly and I instinctively wiggled my bum a little to feel for his cock.
At first it felt soft and flaccid as it rubbed against my smooth, fleshy bum cheeks but I continued to writhe gently up and down, trying to stimulate Will's cock without actually waking him up. After only a few moments a strong hand squeezed my tit hard and Will growled quietly in my ear. I giggled and tried to turn round and kiss his face but he held me so tight I couldn't move.
The hand that wasn't massaging my chest found my soft brown hair and pulled it back towards him so that my tits were thrust forward and my back was arched, pressing my arse closer into his groin. Will's cock was already completely erect and as he continued to maul my little teenage tits he pressed his throbbing shaft hard against my arse and thrust it slowly up and down between my firm bum cheeks. The friction between his cock and my bum pulled his foreskin down with each upward stroke, and I thought I could feel strands of sticky pre-cum sticking to my lower back.
Will was usually so gentle and careful with me, and for some reason being held in place at his mercy, without being able to see his face and gauge his emotions, started to make me really wet. We were still both under the duvet and every movement was slightly lubricated by the sheen of perspiration that covered our bodies as we continued to writhe against each other.