The aroma.
The scent.
That's what I woke up to.
I don't know the best way to describe it, but it deserved better than the "smell of sex." The slightly stale reminder of sweat and cum… which doesn't sound great when you say it like that, but in the moment, the girl still in my arms, it was nice.
Opened my eyes to the diffuse glow of sunlight and… Fuck, it had to be noon!
It was also Sunday. I forced myself back to the pillow. Perspective, man: we'd gone to sleep about the time we'd normally be waking up. You need rest.
After last night, what I needed was a shower.
"Good morning," she mumbled.
"Mornin, sunshine."
An ever-so-subtle smile curled the corner of her bee-stung lips. She rubbed her eyes a moment later and looked around. "My god, we just crashed last night, didn't we?"
"Nope, we crashed this morning."
"Ha! Yeah. I think…" She rolled and stretched like a cat. "…Yeah."
"What?"
"Sex hangover."
"Sore?"
She blinked a moment, feeling it out. That's when I noticed she was staring at her laptop. "A little? More, um, nervous about things I say when, uh…"
"You're horny?"
She nodded, a little self-conscious. "I've never really let my Freak Flag fly like this. Not in this way, at least."
"I am your 'safe space,' baby."
"Way, way, waaaay too safe," she shook her head. "I'm saying things, out loud, that I've barely even let myself THINK before now… to YOU, of all people!"
"Who else are you going to say them to?"
"I dunno! Ex-boyfriends? Random strangers I don't care about?"
For a second, my brain just collapsed on itself. An event horizon of irony? "Um…"
She held a hand between us, blocking my gaze like I was paparazzi. "No, don't even try. There's nothing rational about it."
I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. "Whatever you do, never stop talking to me. I'm not here to judge you."
She flung herself off the bed like it was a trampoline. "THAT'S WHY I CAN'T SHUT UP!"
I propped myself up on an elbow. "Damn, you're cute."
She gave me a little curtsy and paced around the room. She was crazy in the most wonderful way, but without a doubt, crazy.
Second elbow came up. "I should really-"
She vaulted back to the bed – onto me – her hands straddling my abs. "Lay down? Get comfortable? Stay a while? Love me? Yes, you should!"
"Well, I do."
"Love me?" Still straddling, her smile was Harley Quinn-wide.
"Yes."
"OH, MY GOD! Say it! Please, please, please say it!"
"I love you."
"Yessss…" she hissed into my ear. A kiss and a bite on the side of my neck, and she slid her full lips back to my ear. In the gentlest whisper: "I love you, too."
Words failed, but my finger answered, tracing a line down her spine until I got to the small of her back, where I traced little circles. Goosebumps covered her shoulder.
Her face still buried in my neck, her nipples brushed my arm. The gentlest touch, and somehow that had me rising to attention.
She kissed down my chest, stopping just as dropped below my pecs. "Gawd, I could fall in love with your abs alone."
"Thanks! I use them to make up for my personality."
"YOU!" was the muffled complaint as she bit my abs–
Which tickled like a motherfucker and drew a quick swat to her ass.
"Oooh, do I get a spankin'?" she chortled.
"Yes. I am not a ticklish guy, yet somehow you find a way."
"Let me…" She kissed her way down my abs. "…Make it up to you."
"Please, do."
I wondered how far she'd take it. We had some serious sex last night, fell asleep, hadn't showered… and now she was going to go down on me? Brave girl.
And there it was.
The wet warmth of her mouth around my dick.
A gentle mouth, then gradually sucking harder, like she was savoring it. There was something absolutely glorious about that.
"Liz, you are amazing."
She nodded, my dick at the edge of her throat, before pulling back to answer. "Yes. Yes, I am."
And she went right back to swabbing my shaft with her tongue. That was so… the first word that came to mind was "nasty," but even thinking that made me feel so stupid. Yeah, maybe it was, but it was fucking hot. Was it hot because it was nasty?
Sorta?
That was commitment. This girl had commitment. Not like monogamy commitment, but commitment to making it happen. And again, I was somehow getting even harder, pushing further down her throat.
She grabbed the base of my dick, licked the length of it, and looked up with the goofiest smile. "Scuse me, Stallion; do you mind if this cowgirl goes for a ride?"
I leaned back. "Saddle up, darlin."
Not sure where I picked up the sudden western accent.
She crawled up, straddling my hips, and her pussy hovered over my throbbing dick.
She did all the work, and I took the moment to watch her grab my dick and guide it in. A moment later, she sunk down – further and further – until her ass was bouncing off my balls.
Riding high with her eyes closed, she cupped her pert little tits as she rode me. A grimace, her eyes squeezed shut… then an "O" with those lips, and… cooing? She was having a good time, and that was amazing to watch.
It felt good. No, really, it felt amazing – but I'd felt this a lot. I'd never bothered to keep count of the girls who'd climbed aboard, but it was amazing with every single one of them. Somehow, though… somehow, this one drove me to distraction.
Cutesy. Why cutesy?
She didn't quite touch her clit and her body was already shuddering. She slowed down, for just a moment, and the wave passed through her.
Yeah, cutesy.
I'd like to say I didn't have a "type." It wasn't about hair color, or eyes, or skin tone. But I did: it was all about the angles. Cheekbones and jawlines. It was about high-speed heat. Lizzy wasn't that. Don't get me wrong, she had the fitness-queen body, but that face? No, I was a Jessica Rabbit-kinda guy, but I was totally wrapped around the axle for Betty Boop.
Her eyes fluttered open, but her hips were picking up speed again. She smiled at me, holding up a finger.
"First orgasm of the morning?"
She nodded, grinning.
Jesus, even mid-fuck: cutesy. If Lizzy opened the window and whistled, I'm pretty sure woodland animals would show up to do her housework. But it's Lizzy… and she'd be perfectly fine with seven dwarves keeping her warm until I came along. Even then, I'm pretty sure she'd sneak back to the forest every Thursday or so.
Fuck…
She lowered her chest to mine. "You're close, aren't you?"
I nodded, admitting it.
"Good! Me, too!"
She buried her face in my chest, her little nose right between my pecs, as she bounced her hips off mine in perfect rhythm.
I suddenly pictured my girlfriend as Snow White, gangbanged by a pack of dwarves. A buck says there's a movie about that somewhere.
She looked up, but her eyes were still shut, squeezed tight. "Are you thinking about last night?"
"Yeah? Kinda sorta?"
"Do you still want your girlfriend 'like that'?"
