They knew they were going to sleep well that night in the large bed. They felt like they were on a raft floating in the ocean, away from the things of man. Going no where in particular. Together.
The bed was so large, they could sleep without ever touching one another. But, that was unacceptable, they needed to feel the warmth and the comfort of the other and would not allow the space. She hugged his hand to her chest as she slept. Her back rested on his chest as his body formed around hers. The feel of her skin on his and the beat of her heart on his hand comforted him.
The darkness in the room did not lend any clue as to the time he had awakened. He did not know if the night was deepening or early morning was soon to awaken the land. What he did know was, it was time to fulfill his need for her. That time was now. He felt the coolness of his wet head on her thigh as he began to harden.
She was asleep, holding his hand and breathing deeply. The thought of not taking her and allowing her to sleep passed through his mind briefly. The desire of taking her and enjoying what she had to offer him shoved the prior thought completely out of his mind. He was going to have her, she would know that the thought of her awakened him. The thought of her excited him so much that he had to be as close to her physically and emotionally as possible.
He began to make small thrusting motions with his hips. She was still wet, not only from his cum, but also because of her explosive orgasms by the fireplace. The wetness he felt assured him that he would need no lube to enter her. The soft snapping sound he heard was the kissing of her lips each time his throbbing head barely entered her pussy then pulled out.
Wet kisses that rewarded him for taking what he wanted.
Wet kisses that encouraged him to dive further inside.
Wet kisses that would soon turn to a wet flow of eagerness.
Wet kisses that proved to him that she wanted him.
His deep thrust was greeted with a long and guttural moan that roared from deep inside of her. She gripped his hand tightly as his girth stretched her then released as his head reached the opening of its sanctum. Her vocalizations intensified and encouraged him to not stop.
Harder and faster he pumped in her. Encouraged by her pleas for him to cum inside of her, he had no choice but to comply. He was unable to hold back. He could not try to save anything. She deserved everything he had and he gave it to her. With each thrust he squirted and coated her thoroughly with his heated passion.
After his last thrust, his last expression of pleasure, his final drip of seed he began to pull out.
"NO!" She exclaimed then pressed herself into him to keep him inside of her.
"I want you in me." She whispered.
"Yes love." He whispered back as he felt himself harden slightly.
"Thank you." She purred as they both fell back to sleep.
He kissed her shoulder with a soft touch of his lips as he got out of bed. He body woke him between 5 and 5:30 every day. He enjoyed the morning time. That was not the case in college however, 8 am classes were the bane of his existence. As he aged, he realized that he felt energized throughout the day because of waking up earlier. He no longer felt he was always running behind. Instead, he felt a step ahead.
He entered the bathroom and started the shower. He chuckled as he put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "Old habits never die." He muttered as he held the handle of the toothbrush by his teeth and stepped into the steaming waterfall of the shower.
He turned so the water was administering its stinging blows on the nape of his neck and upper back. As he began to brush his teeth he chuckled again. "This is not a bad habit, it is just a habit from college." He thought as if he were reasoning with himself. "I saved time by brushing my teeth in the shower. I can spit in the drain, turn and open my mouth to rinse and then clean my toothbrush off without using any extra water!" I wonder if it bothers her that I do this? He thought.
He smiled as he sat his toothbrush down and reached for his "smelly good body soap" as he liked to call it. Not too strong of a scent but not too soft." "Maybe I should call it my baby bear body soap. Not too smelly and not too light, just right."
After drying, he dressed in blue jeans, a t-shirt with a loose sweatshirt.
He quietly exited the bathroom then stopped at the bedroom door and glanced at her as she slept. The outline of her body was accentuated by the thin sheet he had tucked around her after he had kissed her shoulder. With a slight sigh, she had hugged the end of the sheet to her chin and began her slow and deep breathing as she relaxed once again.
He wanted to go over to her, kiss her, hold her hand, watch her sleep, wipe the strand of hair that may have fallen across her nose and tickled her. He wanted to be close to her. But, he could not take care of her if he sat and marveled at her beauty. He had to fix breakfast and give her nourishment.
Quietly, he closed the bedroom door and entered the kitchen. After starting the coffee, he walked over to the fireplace and stoked a small fire to help take a little of the chill out of the air.
Returning to the kitchen, he began to prepare breakfast by cutting some fresh fruit. The rest of the menu would consist of toasted english muffins and poached eggs.
After he finished cutting the fruit and placing it in a bowl, the coffee finished brewing. He covered the fruit bowl and placed it in the refrigerator, retrieved a coffee cup and began to pour the "wake you up juice" into his cup.
