A wintery Sunday morning [1st Person M] [MF] [Mutual mast]

[I tried to make this story a little more tangible for current events]

As predicted, the snow fell again last night creating a picturesque landscape for everyone to awaken to. But in reality, every forecast of the region predicted a warming and refreezing all within the same day. Knowing this, I did decide I was going to have a bit of fun with you today since we are iced in together.

I think I woke up first, I was still holding my little spoon tight when I remembered the weather. I become a bit greedy right off the bat, and start slowly kissing the spots I can while simultaneously trying to not wake you up. Slowly kissing, your shoulders, your upper back, your neck, even the back of your head. I inhale slowly, trying to balance letting you rest versus fulfilling my own carnal desires. Suddenly you start wiggling that butt if yours right where it fits, knowing full well what it does to me. I keep my left arm under your pillow, while my right slips under your sleep shirt and I start playing with you more aggressively. I pull you in to a tighter spoon, while I grope your wonderful breasts for myself. No words are exchanged, just an increase of friction and tempo between our touches.

You roll over, smile at me and whisper “…Sleep…” as you close your eyes again face to face. I try my sad puppy look out of lustful desperation, but you are already drifting off. I accept this temporary defeat, roll over, and let you become the big spoon while I drift off myself…

I begin my wake up sometime later to you petting the inside of my thigh, under my shorts, slowly and meticulously. You must’ve heard me awaken, because now your fingers slowly migrate along until your hand is fully gripping my stiffening cock. I want to reciprocate my pleasure, but I also dont want to shuffle around and mess up the momentum. I reach back behind me and let my hand blindly wander across your skin until I get what I am looking for. I copy your method, staying on the inside of your thighs until I feel your grip slowly tighten around my shaft. I match my motions to your speed.

Your hand starts to involuntarily pick up the pace, and I match the intensity by easing my middle finger into you. I feel you pressing your head into my back, I sign I am on the right path. Our touches matched in pace, I decide to include a second finger in my dastardly deeds. Your hand grips my cock tighter and tighter, while the actual jerking becomes more and more sporadic.

I succumb to myself and flip over to face you. You are still pathetically gripping my manhood when I give you a deep kiss and ask, “Ready?”. You Nod approvingly, then whimper as I withdraw my hand; but I use it to roll you facing away from me, preparing for the plunge of pleasure.

It is indescribable, the feeling of first entry. Even in a fantasy such as this, the best I can put into words is the perfect fit between a man and woman. I savor the moment inside of you as we settle into each other. Then I slowly withdraw and re-enter, quickening, and quickening, and quickening. I keep your leg draped over top of me, while my one hand moves towards your clit and the other begins to grip your hair. I do my best to stimulate you while suppressing my want for instant gratification, but alas, I cannot hold out from you for longer than 5 minutes.

“I’m gonna come real soon babe!” I warn between thrusts.

I am still focusing on holding out as long as possible, when all I hear from you is “…please…too”. I had to take my hand off of your pussy, and use it to grip onto your boobs for dear life as I came. I simply couldn’t control myself. I pulled you in as close as possible and grunted as I released, you pushing back into me and locking your legs into mine. We stayed there in each others embrace, me inside you for just as long as the act itself took. I sit up and head into the bathroom to clean up, but you are content drifting back off to sleep.

I step into the kitchen to begin cooking a breakfast, and I’m shocked to see it’s only 7:50 am, not even 8 yet!

“Plenty of time for more” I grin as I waltz back into the bedroom….

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/lo0qx8/a_wintery_sunday_morning_1st_person_m_mf_mutual