A Morning Tease 1

This is my first time writing, and definitely one of the nicer and more tame fantasy/experiences I've ever had. This is also my first time dating such a nice guy, and I guess I just wanted to show him that I don't need a D/s relationship, (if you can even call what I usually have a D/s relationship,) to still really like him.

I guess I should preface this by describing what we look like so that I can put in at least some tags. I'm a very short 21 year old asian, under 5' and 90 lb soaking wet. My horizontal dimensions are 36-28-36 with a 32D cup. He's a 40 something white male with blonde hair, grey blue eyes and a nine inch, a little thicker than average, member. Not sure about his exact height, 5'11''? And yes, I've done the math and realize that his penis is more than 15% my height, but I'm not a doctor and I don't understand how it works either.

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I wake up slowly. The kind of waking up where you can see the sunlight through your eyelids; but you don't want to open them, for fear of losing that welcome feeling a wonderful forgotten dream has left you with.

But there's only so long a mind can live in this world without a body to ground it. However, there are certain things that the body can do that the mind can't. Reluctantly, I allow myself to wake up enough to realize my hips are already moving, or trying to move, as much as they're allowed to, despite the firm grip you have on me. But it's a good grip, squeezing me hard enough against yourself that I know I am where I belong. From behind me, you've clearly already been working on me for a while. I can feel how wet I am as your fingers play with my nipples and my clit. Your body against my back is as still as you can hold it, but I can tell you're enjoying my hips struggling, because I already feel you against my bum. My fingers clutch at the pillow in front of me, not wanting to make a sound that might stop you from what you're doing.

I shouldn't have worried. Once you realize I'm awake, you flip me from my side to my tummy and grab my hips roughly, keeping me snug against your groin. Still half asleep I don't even bother to put up a fight. I just struggle to grind myself against you, hoping it won't take much longer for you to have your way with me. Your knees shove my legs apart and I have to bite the pillow because I know what comes next. I don't know how I managed to get so wet that you can shove all nine inches of yourself into me so easily and I bury my face in the pillow to hide my embarrassment as much as to muffle any sound I might make.

It's hard and fast and I'm fully awake now; my fingers wrapped around the headboard as I desperately try to keep up with your thrusts. It's ridiculous how close I already was to coming that within what feels like a minute my whole body is shaking. I can only imagine the smirk on your face, and I long to kiss it away, but your hand on the small of my back keeps me on my knees. Before I'm even done shaking you've decided to slow down. Your hips roll, with you still inside me, and it feels like somehow you've found even more spaces inside of me to fill with your cock. How does it even manage to always seem so big? I would have liked to think that I wouldn't be so surprised, every single time you enter me, by now.

Replacing the hand restraining me at my lower back with your whole body, you lean forward. Your teeth find my ear so easily and your hands are on my clit and my nipples again. I love being made to feel so tiny by you, everything is in your control and I know I don't need to worry. My hips rock back and forth as much as they can. Before I know it I'm coming again and not realizing just how much you're supporting my body, I collapse on the bed as you let me go and withdraw. You pat me on the ass and the next thing I hear is the shower running.

That's not right. As soon as I can, I stand on shaky legs to follow you to the shower. I can only imagine the sight I must make, like a newborn deer following the wolf, demanding that he finish what he started.

I climb in the shower behind you and kiss your back, hoping not to startle you. I reach for the soap and start to lather you up in the place I know you love the most, but before I've barely started you've turned me around and slap my ass, hard. I whine a questioning sound, wondering why not?

"I'm going to be late for work if we keep going, baby."

I can't help but feel guilty that I couldn't make your morning as good as you made mine.

Sensing my grumpiness, you slip your fingers into me from behind and gently massage.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll spend all day thinking about bending you over. You had better be ready for me when I get home."

I can't help but shiver in anticipation.