A glint of sunlight glistened through the gap in the bedroom curtains at just the right time to rouse Jen from her sleep. She peeled apart her eyelids over the space of a good few seconds, the sturdiness of the mattress hugging against her back, and the winter duvet keeping her wrapped in a delightful warmth that made her want to snuggle her neck into her shoulders, and sigh like a contented child.
His scent ambled into her nostrils. A wisp of masculine sweat that called to her.
Her senses teased, she turned to him.
He lay on his side, his face pressed against the pillow, and his features still and peaceful. His chest moved beneath the covers with the slow and measured breathing that sleeping alone can offer.
Jen reached across. She slid her hand around his bare waist, pushed her fingertips into his hot skin, and pulled him a little closer. The aroma grew stronger, and she sucked it deeper and deeper into her lungs, until it overwhelmed her. She parted her lips and exhaled through a gentle moan.
She slipped her arm lower.
He remained unmoved. His eyes gave the merest hint of a flicker behind their lids, and for a moment Jen wondered if the slide-show of his dreams and the dalliances of her touch might at one point mingle somewhere in the middle.
She hoped so.
With her own breathing growing heavier, feasting on the glorious remnants of his musk, she glided her fingertips down to the muscular flesh of his ass. She squeezed it. It sprang back into its taut form as soon as she eased the pressure, and the strength and rigidity stirred a longing between her thighs.
She twisted herself to face him better. One nipple scratched across a fold of the duvet and stiffened in an instant. It burned and tingled all at once. A glorious sensation that inflamed her desires to boiling point.
He shifted. Not much, but enough to tell Jen that he might awake at any moment.
Her whole body pulsated with longing. Her veins throbbed with each quickening beat of her heart.
She ran the very tip of her forefinger around his hip. Into the crevice between his thigh and torso. Her skin grew hotter as she approached the soft, shaven flesh of his testicles.
She tried to tease herself. To savour the heat, and bask in the stolen nature of the intimate moment. But, her desires took over. She cupped his balls. Rolled them against her palm, and stroked at the delicate skin that led down underneath and to the cleft between his buttocks.
He groaned. His body twitched, and for a split second his lips parted as if preparing to taste the morning. But his sleep carried on.
Jen slinked her slender fingers up over the curve of his testicles until they touched something more solid. Her pulse rattled in her ears. Eager, and seeped in anticipation. Her breathing pinched into ragged little moans.
She allowed herself to take more of it. Just an inch or so. Her nipples ached. Her jaws parted and held open, just enough for her to poke the tip of her tongue around her dry lips. The saliva moistened her skin. She licked from one corner of her mouth to the other.
He jostled. One eye revealed a fleeting glimpse of a wonderful, bold-blue iris, before closing again.
His sex twitched.
Jen wound her fingers around the thick base, squeezed it.
She kept her eyes on his face the whole time. Reading him, willing him to stay asleep just a little longer. But, at the same time, praying in silence for him to wake up and ravish the air from her lungs and satiate the wet hunger that throbbed between her legs.
She stroked upward, closing her small hand around him as she moved. Each manoeuvre of her arm drew another twitch from his shaft. She longed for the bulging ridge of the head, and the moist tip. To see it. Feel it. Taste it. And envelope it inside her own body.
The very thought shot a long, tingling shiver up her spine, and curled her toes under the covers. She scooted a little closer to him. Inhaled him once more. The heat of his body radiated against her nipples and made her want to scream out in ecstasy. Instead, she ground one breast against the inside of her arm, which only served to make her want more contact. His contact. To embrace every inch of his being.
"Babe," he mumbled.
His eyes didn't open. His lips rolled against each other, as if capable of nothing more strenuous.
Jen continued to massage the length of his cock. She cinched her fingers tighter around the shaft as she reached higher. Her lungs froze mid-breath as the edge of one digit brushed against the beginning of his swollen crown. She exhaled with a stifled yelp as she moved up over it and felt the moisture of pre-cum against her skin. Hot, and wet. It made her all the more aware of where she wanted it. And, as if to voice its own agreement, her clitoris throbbed. Her entire pelvis became a warm, undulating glow.
She couldn't wait any longer.
With her eyes still locked on his, she pushed up the duvet with one elbow, and rolled herself on top of him.
He mumbled something. It faded into a weak cough.
Jen mounted his hips.
She climbed above the stiff column of his cock, and slid herself down over it. Gasping as each inch penetrated her, and pulsated inside her.
She threw back her head. Long, soft strands of her hair swept over her scalp and lashed at the bare skin of her back and shoulders. She closed her eyes. Parted her lips, and gave herself to the gusts of breath that soared through them.
With one hand she grabbed at her left breast. Squeezed it, kneaded it, and unable to resist any longer, pinched at the tight, erect bud of her nipple. It forced a squeak from her throat.
He looked up at her, still half-asleep. His cock seemed to be ahead of the game. Thick and hard, pushing deeper into her loins, and showing no signs of slumber.
Jen paused the descent of her hips. She opened her eyes just a little. Locked her attentions on the reactions in his features. The hazed, dilated pleasure in his pupils. An eager twitch of excitement that broke through his stiff smile. She feasted on the whole image. Held it tight. And let go of herself.
She impaled herself on the succulent last inch or so of his hard cock. It filled her. Made her light-headed with sheer delight.
He mumbled again. She heard the word, "wait", but didn't pause long enough to decipher the rest of the sentence. She couldn't.
Her body stole away control from her mind. She moaned each time she pushed herself up onto her knees, and let loose something between a gasp and a grunt as she plunged back down onto him. The heat between her legs radiated throughout her body. Right to the tips of her fingers and toes.
Little beads of sweat trickled from her hairline, and one tickled the bridge of her nose before dripping off and making glorious with her engorged nipple. She yelped. The simple, moist touch shot through her torso like a jolt of cool electricity that flashed hot ignited a fire through her chest. She clutched at the wet bud, and tugged at it until her breast stretched out from her body. Her hips continued to climb and drop, urging every solid inch of his cock deep inside her.
He groaned. One of his hands leapt up from the bed and grasped at her wrist.
Jen tried to wrestle against his strength. She caught sight of a flicker of need in his eyes. It reached out and restrained her, like the glare of headlights to a wandering deer. Her pelvis continued to roll, riding his cock for all its worth, but the rest of her belonged to his eyes. Locked in his stare.
He twitched beneath her. His lips peeled back to reveal the smooth edges of his teeth. A smile, of sorts.
Jen reached down her spare hand, planted her palm on the muscular ridges of his chest, and pushed her weight against him.
He jerked his hips.
Jen cried out. The air around her whistled past her ears as her body swept through it. She landed on her side, the pleasing thickness of his cock still buried inside her.
He rolled her over again, onto her back.
Without taking even a second to think it through, she kicked out her feet and wrapped them around his waist. As he slid her closer to the middle of the bed, she moved her heels higher, up to the middle of his spine. His torso surrounded her. His large, toned arms stood firm on either side of her, like imprisoning pillars. He used them to balance his bulk, grinned at her, and thrust himself deeper and harder into her squelching, wet hole.
"Fuck me," Jen growled.
She dug her heels into his back, and pushed her knees wider apart to give him better access. And allow him to plunge further into her. Speckles of sweat gleamed in her eyelashes and gave everything around her a glittery hue.
The muscles in his neck rippled, and his shoulders bulged out with eager determination. Each wild, uneven breath that lunged from his mouth brought with it tendrils of saliva that clung to his gritted teeth. His eyes burned with dark passion. Matched by the rigid lines across his forehead and his taut, stolid jawline.
"Fuck me," Jen said.
She stretched out her arms and tried to wrap them around the back of his thick neck. But he pulled away a little. She chased again, and failed.
A slick sheet of sweat formed over his chest, serving to make each rippling muscle stand out with perfect pride. His breaths became shorter and faster, and as if following their lead, the rhythm of his thrusts did the same.
Jen dropped her head to the mattress. With her eyes just half-open, she gazed up into the boldness of his. Her fingers wound themselves into the sheets. She clenched them so tight they ached.
The pit of her stomach swelled with hot pleasure. Her pussy throbbed and tingled with every movement of his plundering cock.
The muscles in her legs locked. Her fists froze, the sheets wound tight around her knuckles.
