I woke up engulfed by a warm body with big strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I snuggled deeper into his side, it felt good waking up without a haze of regret and self loathing.
I wondered if we'd moved at all since coming down from our second, or was it third, round of love making (a nice term for him fucking my brains out). There was nothing sweet about what happened late in the night, it was hard, fast, and
fucking fantastic
. He was amazing in so many ways.
His body squeezed me like a boa constrictor as he shifted in his sleep and I didn't hate it. He didn't want me to go anywhere, that's what he told me before we fell asleep. He asked if he was going to wake up alone and I said no. If unbelieving, he asked again. I promised I wasn't going to run out like last time and that's when he wrapped himself around me like a chastity belt.
My heart did a double beat when I felt him hardens slightly against my backside.
How?
I wondered. The second round lasted forever, he wrecked me good. I almost had to tell him stop, that it was too much. I'd never experience anything like it before. He changed my body composition from solid to liquid goo, who was this guy?
The memory of last night, the way his brown eye bore into mine, had me ready for round three. I grinded my ass against him in hopes he'd wake up and spoon fuck me. Other then making him completely bone up, the only response I got for my efforts was a gentle neck nuzzle and a light snore against my back.
His hold on me had me pretty well stuck, except a small range of motion with one arm that was stuck by my hip. I was able to caress his hip and down the thigh he had wrapped over mine.
He was total perfection—solid, round, lightly furry in all of the right places, thick thighs, and a muscled ass. I'd never been with anyone like him and he drove me crazy with lust. It was really too bad he had a thing about his butt, it didn't look look like I'd get to be anywhere near it.
I really considered taking advantage of his unconscious state to have a little fun, but I decided against it. Something about
respect
.
If I can't have what I want (his ass) then I'd wake him up with a little morning surprise we'd mutually enjoy. I nudged him onto his back and straddled his hips. I waited for some kind of a response, but still nothing. I squirted lube onto my palm and stroked his steel rod until he was granite in my hand. I smiled when his hips started flexing and his head began turning side to side.
I adjusted myself until I felt his enlarged mushroom head against my sensitive and well used hole. It made me almost dizzy as I rocked back and forth; enjoying the tease of him gliding against my bud.
Fuck
, I was working myself into a frenzy on my sleeping boyfriend's steel rod.
As I let gravity pull me onto Shane's thick, concrete pole, I thought,
'I could wake him up, or
...'
I closed my eyes and released an intense breath he impale my tenderness. I had one hand braced against his chest for stability while the other kept the hormones flowing by massaging my own erection. When my ass tickled against his groin, I threw my head back in ecstasy as I rocked my hips back and forth, knowing I was completely filled to the brim with Shane.
Shane.
He was a fucking beautiful beast. I rocked against him and I admired all of the things I couldn't take my eyes off of—his disheveled hair, the absurd amount of dark freckles that covered his body (the ones gingers get), his strong face, and his muscular body. I sped up my movements as the lust I felt overwhelmed my senses. He might have been asleep but he wasn't immune to what was happening. I wonder what he was imagining in that unconscious head of his. The way his breathing was labored and his fingers dug into my thighs made me think it wasn't a nightmare. I laughed to myself.
I bet he's having the best wet dream ever, right now
.
"
Oh, fuck, Gordy,"
he mumbled as is head thrashed lightly to the side.
I looked down in disbelief that he called out
that name
. Gag me with a spoon. His eyes cracked open and with every bounce on his cock, he became more aware of his surroundings. The movie reel of emotion that flashed across his eyes was sexy and empowering—sleepiness, lust, confusion, and something else I couldn't quite figure out. When he finally got his bearings, he grabbed my hips and threw his head back as I continued to ride his dick.
"I'm close."
His eyes were hooded and his voice was deep and husky. I'd been riding on the edge for a while, ever since I started, actually. Shane started to thrust into my movements and I jerked myself faster, breathed harder, and moaned louder as I felt the heat in my belly start to tingle outward. Our movements became jerky and desperate as we tried to rush to pleasure. Shane said something or made a noise that sent me cascading over the edge and I shot my white-hot load everywhere.
As he thrusted one last time and unloaded himself deep into my body, Shane mumbled.
"Fuck. Fuck," he mumbled as he thrusted one last time, unloading himself for a third time.
I was still enjoying the feeling of him being buried deep inside of me when Shane broke the warm, post-orgasmic silence with his harsh tone.
"Don't ever do that again."
Surprised by his statement. I looked down, expecting to see him smirking or smiling, but instead, I saw total contempt. He sat up so we were face to face but before I could say anything, he nudged me off of him and quickly got off of the bed. It was hardly aggressive but it felt like I'd been emotionally slammed into a wall. He pulled the sheet off of the bed, wrapped it around his waist, and grabbed his clothes from the floor.
I was at a loss. I had no idea what was going on or what I'd done to upset him.
Fuck
, my heart was racing with worry.
"What's wrong? We just had a nice morning, now you're freaking out, and I don't know why."
He was almost to the bathroom when he turned around and narrowed his, hard as steel, eyes at me.
"A nice morning? Did it ever cross your mind that I might want to be conscious for this
nice
morning? Conscious when someone's fucking me?"
He held my gaze but I was so taken aback with surprise that I had no response. He went into the bathroom and I flinched when he slammed the door. I sat naked on the bed and stared at the bathroom door, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Never in my life had I met someone who'd been upset about waking up with me riding their cock, with either my ass or mouth, until Shane.
I will still sitting on the bed in shock when I heard the shower start. I didn't know how long he'd be or what would happened when he finally came out so I got dressed and went to the kitchen. I was shaking as I pulled food out from the cupboards, I tried to steady myself but it was no use, my body was short circuiting from the intense confrontation minutes earlier. Along with coffee, I prepared orange juice, fruit, bagels, yogurt, and granola in a failed attempt to distract myself. I didn't even know if he was going to stay for breakfast.
Should I wait in the room so I'm there when he walks out or give him space and stay in the kitchen?
I nervously walked up and down the stairs a few times while trying to decide what the right choice would be. I heard the shower turn off and, immediately, my heart started to race. It was by proximity that my decision was made. I was at the bottom of the stairs when I heard the bathroom door open so, obviously, I wasn't going to be waiting in my room. I rushed the rest of the way to the kitchen and tried to play it cool, like I hadn't spent the last fifteen minutes freaking out.
Moments later, Shane came down the stairs. It was almost scary looking at him. One minute his face is full of emotion and the next it's completely void, and I had no idea why. It was clear I did something wrong, but what?
"Coffee?" I nervously asked.
"Nah, I have to go to work."
"I thought you didn't have to work today?"
I knew I looked as confused as I felt. He barely looked at me as he spoke.
"I know, but there's things I need to get done. I have a big job I'm trying to get and need to impress the guy. I can't do that from here."
His tone was flat and emotionless, just like his face. He grabbed his keys from the table and walked to the door without sparing me a single glance.
"I'll talk to you later."
It sounded like an empty promise if I'd ever heard one, as he closed the door behind him. I found myself staring at the wrong side of the door in utter confusion. Of course after he left, I had a million things I wanted to say, sitting on the tip of my tongue.
I couldn't eat, the coffee didn't make me feel good, the shower didn't make me feel good, and getting ready for the day actually made me feel
worse
. I didn't know what I was getting ready for.
AARP
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