Our room brightens as the winter chill seeps through the windows on this crisp December morning. Thankfully, the duvet is thick and warm, wrapping me almost as tightly as your arm around my waist. My chest, still rising and falling with the slow breath of sleep, counters your sudden consciousness as your eyes begin to open.
"Thank God the alarm hasn't gone off yet," you sigh internally, pulling me in close, not quite ready for the morning to start.
Your bare skin meets mine as your hips close the gap between us. I instinctively settle back into you, and the realization of your hard cock resting neatly between my cheeks is instantly the only thing on your mind.
"I haven't woken up this hard in a while," you think to yourself as you bury your face in my neck.
Your hand moves up to my chest to cup my left breast. Pausing for a moment, your fingers find my nipple. As you roll it between your fingers, it hardens, and your mind flashes back to the night before when you were buried deep inside me. My legs on your shoulders, moaning and cumming beneath you. You can feel yourself throb as your hand traces down my ribcage to my hip, and you can feel the heat of my pussy radiating back towards you.
"If only she was awake," you muse, wishing you could remind me of how hard I came for you. "It would be a shame to wake her, but God, I wish I could be inside of her again... I wonder if she'd really want me to fuck her awake."
Your hand moves to your cock, stroking it slowly against my ass. You can feel the need in your balls as they tighten with each stroke. You move the bulging head between my legs, begging just to feel the warm wetness on your cock for a second, still deliberating how serious that consent I'd given many times really was.
As your shaft slides between my lips and across my clit, you realize exactly how wet I still am.
"Such a sweet little slut, for me," you quietly chuckle. "I wonder if she's dreaming about last night too?" Your mind once again flashes back.
This time to your hand gripping my hair, forcing me to look up at you from my knees, while you slide forcefully in and out of my throat. The sounds of gagging mingle with moans as my spit drips down my chin, and I beg silently for air.
"I think it might just be worth testing the theory," as your hips begin to move slightly between my thighs, dragging over my clit. A small moan escapes my lips, and that is the final straw. You need to be inside of me.
Your hand grasps my cheek under the blanket, spreading my pussy open for you, as your hips move back just enough for you to position your throbbing head at the entrance. Already soaked from my juices, you slide in slowly. Your mouth falls open as my pussy wraps around you tightly, pausing once your full length sits deep inside of me to savor the moment.
As your hips begin to draw in and out of my slit, you hear my breath quicken. Not quite conscious, but my body still responding to your every thrust. You notice my eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep and I realize you are pumping deep inside of me. I hear a low growl escape your lips as you dig your fingers into me.
"Good morning, beautiful," you breathe into my ear. "Daddy needed you, baby. I hope you don't mind?" As you pull my hips in, hitting my G-spot perfectly. I can feel your nails in my skin as your strong hands grip me, tightly.
"Fuck, Daddy. That feels so good," I breathe sleepily. "Please don't stop." My face turning just enough for your lips to meet mine.
"Mmmm, I love it when you beg," you growl, as your hand grabs the back of my neck, pushing my head away to get the perfect angle. I moan loudly as you hit the back of my cunt, and a burst of pain and pleasure crashes over me in a wave.
