The night had ended in blissful post sex cuddles and exhaustion. An orgasm that had rocked my world and left me in a tired heap on top of him. He chuckled, that relaxed, pleased, giddy chuckle after we’ve both enjoyed it. It was the last sound I recall before drifting off to sleep.
As the 6 am light filtered in through the curtains I felt him moving behind me. His warm body pressed against me from behind cradling me in a spooning position, arm protectively wrapped around me. And as I lay there I felt the stirring of his manhood against my butt. I gently rocked back into it, not sure if he was even awake. He rocked back in response. Sliding his hand down my side he parted my cheeks, allowing himself to assume the space between them. I could feel my wetness, waking up ready and eager already to play. Rocking back and forth a few moments before he slid into me. I arched my back, taking him into me, loving the feeling of him, his warm body againt my back, his hand on my rocking hips, the dreamy half asleep high. After just a few minutes he felt my body arch and shake in climax.
Then he reached to the bedside table and found a bottle of lube. He drizzled it down my lower back and butt. A pleasant surprise. We’ve talked about how much we enjoy this but haven’t made it a part of our routine yet, so I still find it exciting every time it happens. He’s gentle, slow at first, making sure it doesn’t hurt. He rolls me over under him, laying on my stomach and him laying on my back. When I give him the go ahead I feel him deeper, deeper, sliding all the way into me, into the tightness. “Squeeze” he whispers in my ear and when I do he lets out a grunt of pleasure. It’s not long, a few thrusts, before he releases and falls onto my back. That chuckle again. I love that sound.
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