Fantasy I’ve had bouncing around my head for ages now and felt the need to put it in writing ? vanilla for this sub but what of it.
The sun’s been up for a long while, but we’ve cleverly defeated the long summer days from interupting our intimate mornings with long back out curtains. The room is cold and dark, but we’re warm and close beneath the blankets, curled into one another.
I know she’s probably been half awake for at least a few minutes, she usually is, but stays still and quiet to not disturb the ever important cuddle. So I test the waters, pressing a kiss to the top notch of her spine, letting my hand drift to the curve of her waist and my fingertips trace back up to her ribs, my palm settling on her breast.
She hums a sleepy ‘morning’ and presses her body back into mine, confirming my suspicion she’s been awake for a while now. I’m reluctant to lose any moment of this, her hair strewn across the pillow, the way I can feel her heartbeat, but I’ve always been a little defiant. So I drag some lazy kisses across her shoulder blade, up her neck.
She makes a happy noise, a question and permission at the same time, and I answer by taking her nipple between my fingers, lightly squeezing, giving her just a little bit of friction to get a reaction. I get it, in the way her breath hitches for a moment and she shifts around. I spend a few minutes just there, getting her warm and worked up. I scrape my teeth against the back of her neck to make her shiver, I even give her my fingertips to wet with her tongue before I go back to playing with her nipples.
I’m warm between the legs, as I usually am when I wake up with her pressed against me, but that’s not my focus. My focus is how I can see her lips part when I prop myself up, how she shifts her thighs together when I suck on her earlobe.
I can’t help but enjoy making her wait, I like her dripping by the time I touch her where she’s aching, I love how she will almost whine with pleasure when I eventually give her what she’s wanting. So I stay spooned up behind her, and laugh when she wiggles back into me, getting desperate. She can sense what kind of mood I’m in, and I just know if I put her on her back right now she’d let her hands fall above her head. Submitting control, letting me use her how I want. Lucky for both of us, what I usually want is to get her thighs shaking and trying her best not to wake everyone in a mile radius with her pleasure.
I take pity, eventually, and reluctantly leave her soft breasts alone to instead slim my knuckles down her middriff to finally press my hand to her. She’s wet, and the needy sound that comes from her when I take mercy make my heart skip a beat.
Eventually I’ll push her on to her back, get a couple fingers into her and fuck her slow and shallow until she’s begging for more. I’ll let her feel how fucking turned on I am, seeing her like this. Eventually well collapse back into our cozy little nest, sated and overly warm and even later than that well start our day.
But that’s ages from now. And right now I turn her just enough to kiss her with every ounce of want I’ve got built up. I have her strung out between my kisses and how her hips keep pushing into my hand between her legs. She’s spun sugar and desperation and I love her this way.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ccdvv5/lazy_morning_with_my_girlfriend
> She’s spun sugar and desperation
Gosh I love that line!