After a night of offering you my most private entrance and having you accept it with your signature patience and care, I wake up with your right arm as my pillow, our fingers intertwined, your palm cupping my breast. Your left arm drapes over my waist, your hand gently pressing against my hip bone, and my hand covers yours, holding you tight to me.
You are still asleep. I feel your morning wood pressing against the small of my back. I arch my back, like a cat stretching. My ass rises a bit, almost high enough to reach your cock. I stretch again and feel your hands tighten on me, but I don't think you are actually awake. With my third stretch I actually feel your cock at the entrance to my ass. I press back against it. About half the head enters me. I take a deep breath and push just enough for the head to enter me. I gasp and feel you get bigger. I know you are awake when you start massaging both my breasts.
I try to push back farther, but it is painful after last night. You kiss my back and neck. My hands fall to your hips to make sure you won't move them. The pain is too much and I know I need to get you out but I can't pull away because of the pain. I take a deep breath, bite the bullet, and do just that.
I turn to face you and you see the silent tears and the disappointment in my eyes. I wanted to wake you with this gift. You know it is too soon and I need time to heal so you pull me toward you and roll me onto my back, kissing me, owning my mouth. Your hands are on my breasts massaging gently but with a purpose. You are on your knees, straddling me. You rise to wash up in the restroom. When you get back my eyes are half glazed with lust, my right hand has fallen to my pussy, stroking myself. My left hand is massaging my breast and you straddle me again, your mouth on my nipple. Then your hand is between my legs, stroking my slit. My back arches. my hands are on your hips, pulling you to me, hoping to aim you into me. You are resisting! I hate when that happens! But you know how much my body craves the show of power. It makes me want you more and your hand is rewarded with a coating of my juices.
You know that my body thinks I "need" you inside, but it is really only desire at this point. You feel confident that you will know when I truly need you. I know you will find the perfect moment. That split second before I lose my mind. I relax back into the pleasure. You watch my eyes as they hold your gaze and fog over.