Sunday Morning [MF]

The soft morning sunlight draws you out of your peaceful slumber. Before even opening your eyes, you draw a deep breath and take a moment to soak in the feeling of utter relaxation and contentment you feel snuggled in your bed.

You roll on to your side and open your eyes. Next to you, you see him still sleeping. The morning light highlights the subtle rise and fall of the covers while he breathes in his sleep.

You almost feel guilty for disturbing him, but you can’t help it. As you move his direction, he sleepily moves his arm and you snuggle up against his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and your arm on his bare chest.

“Good morning,” you whisper, nuzzling his stubble with your nose and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Mmm…” he sighs, relaxed and content. His eyes still closed, he pulls you closer, holding you tight and wrapping you in his quiet strength. You feel his fingertips trace light arcs across your lower back, over the oversize cotton t-shirt you’d worn to bed.

Matching the movements of his hand on your back, you begin to draw your fingers over his chest. First small arcs, then wider circles. They find their way to his lower rib cage as you plant kisses on his neck and under his ear.

Your head on his shoulder, you can feel a change in his breath as your fingertips venture lower, down past his abs. Encouraged by the softest of moans, you continue to draw your fingers down past his belly button and to the waist band of his boxer briefs.

You don’t stop there. First one finger, then two, trace the length of his hardening bulge. You smile as his hips squirm slightly, enjoying the effect you have on his body. You stroke him again, and then once more. Before long, his erect cock is straining against the fabric of his underwear.

“Mmm, what do we have down here?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“Mmmph,” comes the answer. It seems to be all he can muster.

“Do you want me to touch you?” you continue to tease.

“Yes, please…” comes the breathy reply.

“Tell me,” you insist.

“I want you to touch me. Please touch me.”

“That’s a good boy…” you respond, just before kissing his cheek again.

Your thumb hooks the waistband of his boxer briefs and you pull down slowly. His hard cock soon stands at attention, freed of its cotton prison. You glance down and smile, enjoying how the morning sun illuminates a single, small drip of precum forming at the tip.

You resist the desire to move quickly. Instead, you take a single thumbnail and draw it up the underside of his cock, stopping just short of the head.

“Ohhh, baby…” he says, lightly bucking his hips — as if that were going to make the pleasure come any faster.

Your nail traces up the bottom of his cock a few more times before moving to two fingers, one on each side of his shaft, gently sliding along its length, up and down. With each touch, you carefully avoid his sensitive head.

“Do you like that?” you ask, as if his deep breathing and flexing hips didn’t give away the answer.

“It’s so good,” he replies, between audible breaths.

Still nestled in his shoulder, you feel his hand move from your lower back to cup your ass. Even with his gentle touch, you can sense the hunger building with him — it’s taking all his restraint not to pin you down, rip off your t-shirt and panties, and take you right then and there.

But he resists the urge. For now, you both seem to be enjoying your little game.

Your fingers work slowly — painfully slowly. You see his free hand move toward his crotch, hoping to speed up the process. You swat it away and his hand returns to his side.

“Good boy,” you encourage.

Seemingly with each stroke, a little more precum seeps from the tip of his straining dick. It begins to run down the length of his cock, coating your fingertips.

“Oh dear,” you whisper in feigned surprise. “You’re already making a mess.”

“You do this to me,” he says, almost in a growl. “Please, I want more.”

You just smile and continue your light touch. But you are now using all of your fingers, and you draw them from the base of his shaft, up over the tip. You feel him shudder with pleasure. With the lightest touch, your fingertips begin to dance on the head of his cock.

Taking your hand away, you giggle as his cock seems to dance, throbbing and straining for more attention.

“Stop teasing me…” he begs you.

“Or what?” you shoot back in a playful tone.

“Or this,” he growls. Suddenly, he pushes you on to your side, facing away from him. His free arm firmly holds you in position as he moves to spoon you from behind.

You feel his hard, precum-coated cock pressing between your ass cheeks, the thin fabric of your panties acting as a flimsy barrier between him and his primal desires. It would be so easy for him to give in, to swiftly slide your panties to the side, and to push his hard, slippery manhood into your hot, warm slit.

But to your surprise, his movements suddenly become slow and deliberate. You feel warm kisses on the back of your neck and under your cheek. His hand inches under your shirt to touch your stomach.

You can’t help but push your ass into his hard cock, grinding against his erect manhood. You feel and hear his breath catch with desire.

Despite your provocation, he seems intent on taking things slow. You feel his fingertips on the underside of your breasts, then surrounding your nipple. With a gentle touch, he drew his fingers slowly together, careful to stop at the edge of the areola. He repeats this several more times, each time leaving your nipple completely unstimulated — but very much aroused.

A soft groan escapes your lips, only encouraging him to continue. You feel him nibble your earlobe as his hand moves south, back over your stomach, to your panties. Splitting his index and middle fingers into a “V,” he slides one finger down on each side of your labia, gently tickling the area between your pussy and thighs.

You wiggle your hips slightly, partly to encourage him and partly to feel his hardened thickness, which is still pressed behind you.

His two fingers are soon replaced by all four. He slides his entire hand over the crotch of your panties, letting out a soft groan as he feels the heat and wetness emanating from between your legs.

You press against his hand, and he reacts by pressing his palm into your public bone. The dull pressure just makes your clit ache for attention even more. You grind into his hand.

“Now who’s impatient?” he teases you, clearly enjoying how much you want him. His fingers rub you through your panties, with more pressure now, while the heel of his hand still dully pushes against your clit.

“Mmm,” you hear yourself moan as you wiggle your hips and buck mildly against his hand.

“I love the way you squirm for me,” he coos. “You’re so damn sexy when you’re turned on…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confirms. “I want to touch you for real.”

“Then touch me,” you insist. You roll to your back and turn your head to meet him in a wet kiss. He wastes no time, sliding a hand under into your panties and running a single finger between your wet pussy lips. His finger glides easily, dipping ever-so-slightly into your soaking snatch. You feel him pause at the bottom of your slit, only to draw his finger up and brush your clit gently with his newly moistened fingertip.

With some disappointment, you feel his hand withdraw completely from your panties. He breaks your kiss.

“Well, what have we here…” he clucks, reacting to the wet arousal on his finger. Then you see him take the finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of your sex on his tongue. “Mmm, you taste so damn good.”

He kisses you again, and you can taste yourself on his lips as they meet yours. His hand is again between your legs, now more quickly tracing the length of your pussy while pausing at the top to quickly circle your sensitive clit.

You turn away from him, back to a spooning position. The two of you develop a rhythm, your hips swaying against his fingers on your pussy and his hard cock pressing into your ass.

His fingers move firmly and consistently, getting just slightly more aggressive with each pass. Soon he’s dipping a finger inside you, just to his first knuckle, and then a little deeper. In rhythm with your grinding, his finger slides inside you and then to circle your clit.

His mouth is just inches from your ear, and you hear a guttural sigh escape his lips. “Mmm, baby, I love how turned on you are.”

You can’t help but pick up the pace, bucking into his hand. As the tempo of your hips increases, he responds by concentrating two fingers on your swollen clit.

The tension of a growing orgasm begins to build in your clit, soon expanding throughout your abdomen.

As the warm pressure builds within you, your partner responds to your shallow breaths and soft whimpers.

“Yes, baby, please cum for me…” he whispers from behind you. “Let yourself go.”

When your slow-building orgasm finally explodes, it does so suddenly. Your body tenses hard as you continue to hear his words of encouragement in your ear — and his unceasing touch between your legs.

His fingers don’t slow down until he feels your hand on his. He finally relents, cupping your sensitive pussy in the palm of his hand. You lay there for a moment, still wrapped in his arms and feeling his touch.

You also feel his hardened manhood, still pressing into your backside. Once again, you wiggle against him, which only makes him want you more. He responds by pressing against you.

“Mmm, you’re so damn sexy when you cum,” he whispers in your ear, grinding his hips against you.

You move your hand between your legs — down beyond the past the wet, fleshy folds of your pussy — until your fingers wrap around his thick shaft.

After a couple of short strokes, you guide his straining cock to the tip of your entrance. He adjusts behind you slightly before slowly, deliberately, pushing himself inside you.

His hand reaches over your side to find your breasts, cupping your right breast in his palm. He kisses the back of your neck, drawing a soft whimper. His fingers then move to your mouth, and he moistens them between your lips. You taste your juices on his fingers, which then slide around your erect nipples.

You take a moment to drink in the moment: The sound of your breath and feeling of his on your neck. The sensation of his touch on your skin. His body wrapped around you. His body inside of you.

His hand moves from your breasts to its place between your legs. You feel his fingers rubbing your clit again, circling your swollen button in time with his thrusting. The warm tension of orgasm begins to build between your legs once again.

His hips rock back and forth, and you rock back into him. As your bodies grind together, you feel the fullness of his manhood sliding deeper into you.

The movement is sensual, firm, loving. And it quickly begins to push him over the edge.

“Oh, baby…” His hoarse whisper is punctuated by muted grunts. “I’m close.”

“Good,” you encourage. “Cum for me.”

After a few more thrusts, he obliges. You feel his hips press into your ass, burying his cock deep inside you. With a deep groan, his cock pulses and unloads his thick, warm load deep in your waiting pussy.

His cock continues to twitch as his fingers work your clit. All these feelings combined set you close to the edge.

“Oh, yes… OH, yes…” you moan in a contented whisper, giving in to your second orgasm. He kisses your neck and removes his hand from between your legs.

Wrapped in his arms, with him still inside you, you revel in the feeling of his body pressing against yours for several moments.

He breaks the silence. “You know, I like waking up with you.”

“Me too,” you grin, though he can’t see it. Still spooning you, his arm is draped over your side, his forearm positioned just below your breasts. He squeezes you from behind, as if he wanted you to somehow get even closer to him. You feel the warmth and love emanating from his body.

“Let’s wake up together again,” you offer. “Maybe in about 30 minutes?”

“Mmm,” he sighs in contented agreement. He pulls you tighter, and you both drift back to sleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ntmuev/sunday_morning_mf