In The Soft Morning Light

I stripped and slipped into the covers, naked, next to him. His skin was so warm. I'd been up for hours, having awakened with the sunrise, waiting for a suitable hour to slide back next to him and wake him gently.

I've missed the slow, silent, gentle early morning sex. It puts us both in a teasing, playful, loving mood that we carry throughout the day. The furtive nipple pinch or grab of the swell of my ass feels sexier, but not dirtier, somehow.

Sliding into the crook of his arm, I wrapped one leg over his and stroked his cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. I felt him smile against me as his eyes opened just a bit. He moaned softly, the sound barely escaping his throat. My fingers found the opening of his shorts, then the skin of his belly, then his balls, then his shaft. I worked my way up his hardening cock, feeling the pulse of blood as he grew in my palm. Softly, then harder, I squeezed the head.

Pulling the waistband out and over, I freed him of the only barrier between us, then slipped down and wet him with my mouth. He groaned when I swirled my tongue over the head, flicking, then sucking, making him slippery. I turned my back to him, crooked my top leg over his, and pressed his cock into my ready cunt. He wrapped his arms around my chest, pulling me to him while I ground my hips and ass back against him. Slowly we moved together, finding the rhythm we'd been missing for a while.

I turned to my back, our bodies locked in a cross, so I could touch him, see him, but still move slowly and deeply. His eyes were closed, but his lips smiled. My juices were thick and sticky and began to coat my thighs. I needed to be closer, and I slipped away from him so we could face each other. As I buried his slick cock in my pussy, I buried my head in his shoulder, inhaling his rich and alluring scent. My arms wrapped him tightly as my senses were overwhelmed.

We moved, shifted, repositioned, and stayed connected the whole way through. His fingers pressed around my hole, stroked my sensitive lips, rolled around my clit until I came and came again.

Lying on top of him, pressed chest to chest, I shifted my hips from time to time, feeling his cock still stretching my pussy, feeling my clit kiss the base of it over and again. I kissed his neck, chin, cheeks, earlobes while his strong hands massaged my spine from tailbone to shoulder blades.

My lips pressed against his ear, my teeth nipped his earlobe. He gave a soft cry. "Good morning," I whispered.

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