She woke to him nuzzling her neck, kisses being planted from her shoulder up to her ear, and a hand sliding slowly from her hip down the natural curve to her pussy.
It had been a hard day before. Both came home from work exhausted and mentally drained, falling into bed soon after dinner, asleep before the glow of the lightbulb had faded.
It wasn't like them to miss a weeknight romp between the sheets. While they'd been together 12 years, their sex was just as good, and often, now as it had been when they first laid eyes on each other. Every weeknight they had sex, and gave most weekend nights off only because Saturday and Sunday were morning, mid-morning and definitely afternoon delights days.
So, Thursday morning need fueled attention was welcomed and had her wide awake and responding in record time.
She parted her legs giving him direct access to her already wet and wanting womanhood. Easily sliding a finger through her slick folds, he moaned into her ear, "All ready for me baby, fuck, I love it."
"I need you," she replied.
That's all the invitation he needed. He drove two fingers into her wet hole as he sucked the closest nipple into his hungry mouth.
She gasped at the sudden intrusion arching her back and sliding both hands up her forehead into her long hair, gripping handfuls. If his hands were too full to be pulling her hair, she'd do it herself.
Pushing back her ass, she ground into him, thrusting her hips in motion with his fingers working deep in her wet pussy. "So sexy, baby," he growled.
