Morning light

The rising sun poured through the blinds and onto the contours of her resting shape. Having risen to get a glass of water, he paused and admired the figure under the sheets. His memory of the last few hours wasn’t vivid in terms of details, but his body knew something pleasurable went down with this lost soul who like him was just searching for a moment of human connection in the familiar loneliness that was all too common in these times.

He finished the water and was attracted to the possibility of a little more peaceful rest with the body next to him. He snuck back into the sheets, not really wanting to disturb her sleep. He snuggled in and closed his eyes and listened to her breath. She must have heard him a bit because there was a brief moment where she stirred. Resting on his side, she inched her backside against him, perhaps as an invitation. The drowsy atmosphere of the room made no intention clear, but a physical reaction washed over him. His cock, covered in the evidence of last night’s tryst, twitched and rose to meet the warmth she was giving off.

He let the moment marinate in the silence under his erection throbbed and brushed up against her bottom. She squirmed, trying to meet him, the cravings from just a few hours before not fulfilled. One free hand moved over her hip and he encouraged her to move closer. There were light moans present. He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck, the scent of the leftover perfume spilling into his nostrils once again. His freshly moist lips paused every so often in an attempt to savour every second of the delicious texture before him.

His hardness crashed against her mound, she was demanding more in her groggy state. She reached back and held onto it, trying to desperately guide it where she required it to be. He let out a small moan and followed her lead, the girth disappeared into her inviting folds. She bucked backwards and took it all in, stopping to enjoy the fullness inside her.

He gave into his desires and began to push against her, thrusting in a slow, deliberate pace. There were deeper breaths and slight cries of passion, this communicating a much deeper need than the hectic fuck did earlier. He touched her. There. She whimpered, his fingers hitting the right spot and making her legs shake.

He grunted in her ear causing an electric jolt to travel straight to her hungry cunt. His cock soaked in her juices and exited and entered as it wanted to, using the slick flesh to push closer to a climax that was bound to render each body even more speechless.

He mined her for that orgasm and she took it. The anticipation settled in and she needed to feel that pulsating erection empty his desire into her. His heart beat through his chest and he took in quick, deep breaths as his brain prepared its response to the banquet of sexual delight laid before him.

He mumbled nonsense into her ear and his muscles tensed up. He held on and let go, his cock spraying forth a coating that clinged to her wetness. Her ass pushed back and made sure she got every last drop out of him as his body went rigid. Everything stopped and his cock slowly retreated as the product of their morning lust leaked out of her onto the sheets.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8b48bn/morning_light