(M/F) your morning run

It feels like I’m dreaming; I can see your face and feel your touch. It’s distorted, though, so I must be asleep. I stretch my body, arching my back and moving to sigh into my pillow. In my mind, your hands are creeping up my thighs.
It’s agonizing. With my eyes still closed I could almost be falling, spiraling off somewhere with only your grip to anchor me down. My hips begin to work in slow circles as I feel your fingertips dance even further up, now accompanied by close, warm breaths.

It’s a delicious dream. In my sleep I smile, relaxed, opening up to you even more. You drag your lips across my skin, and I can almost feel the weight of the bed shift as you climb further up my body. My mind flickers slightly, images of you hovered over me flooding my thoughts as I feel the bed shift again, a soft pressure appearing on either side of my thighs. My eyes flutter open as the heat moves up my stomach, and when I gasp, I feel your lips curl into a smile against my skin.

This is no dream.

I move to sit up but you’re on me now, knees on either side of my hips, straddling me. I drag my sleepy hands across the sheets, trying to find where you’ve got me pinned, and then watch as your own hands swiftly find mine, bringing the wrists together and back down, your smile widening.

“Did I wake you?” you ask through a grin.
I smirk and move my hips, slowly grinding against you. “As if that wasn’t your intention.”
You move to grip both my wrists in one hand, the hand other sliding between my thighs, and now it’s your turn to gasp as you feel how wet you’ve made me.

“Strange that last was the night we finally decided to sleep naked,” you say, gently rubbing circles against my clit. “Quite the coincidence that I should find you so easily compromised this morning.”

You run your hand up and down, now slick and smooth, teasing me with your fingertips.
I laugh. “As if you believe in coinciden-”

My words are cut off with your mouth on mine as I feel your fingers plunge deep into me. The shock of it parts my lips and you kiss me even deeper, your palm now flat against me, rocking my hips. I’m lifted off the bed as you work your wrist, taking hold of me. My thighs quiver slightly.

Between kisses, your lips speak into my hair. “As cute as you may look when you think you’re being tough,” you whisper, “this isn’t up for discussion.” Your free hand slaps a grip onto my ass, and I’m lifted even farther from the mattress. “So, let’s be a good girl, shall we? I’ve got a run shortly and you won’t make me late again.”

“Or what?” I ask, instantly amazed at my nerve. Your eyebrows raise and I can that see you, also, are surprised. That grin flashes again as your fingers release their grip and glide promptly to my throat.

Your voice lowers into a growl, the smile now audible. “I’m sorry,” you say, slowly wrapping your hand one finger at a time, “I must have misheard you.” You apply tender pressure to your grip as I feel your other hand slide out of me, and I tremble. Slick fingers find my lips.
At once, I am aware of many things. Your knees are moving below us, and I feel my hips shift to meet you on their own. Against my clit you are smooth and hard, gently sliding, probing. You slip your glistening fingers into my mouth and I am unable to do little but moan at the taste of myself. The hand on my throat feels like silk.

You’re nearly crouched over me, now, my body pulled low and close under you. With each slow thrust I can feel you gently pushing, all but entering, before slowly retreating again. Your eyes meet mine and it feels like days pass with our bodies working, teasing against each other.

“Would you care to repeat that?” you ask, fingers still against my tongue.

Before I can realize the question is rhetorical, I am suddenly and completely filled. Your hips grind against mine as you move your hand from my mouth to the small of my back, the fingers at my throat now tangled in my hair.
I’m unaware of anything that isn’t you. The heat of your bare skin against mine, the weight of your body above me, how thick and persistent you feel inside of me – only these things matter. Your fingers in my hair begin to form a slight grip and I realize I am desperate to kiss you again. My body is rocked with each thrust, and I try in vain to catch your lips with mine.

Taking notice, you hold my eyes with yours. “That’s funny,” you smile, as you begin to push deeper, faster. “It almost looks as if you want something from me. But that couldn’t be, right? Only good girls may ask for favors.” Your skin is slapping against mine now, my back arching as you gently tug at the grip on my hair, and I couldn’t answer you if I tried. All I can do is gasp and squeeze around you as I feel my legs beginning to shake. That smile is going to make me cum.

You place sweet kisses along my jaw, about my neck, and face. “Go on,” you murmur, pounding into me. The pace has slowed slightly but you’re thrusting with force. “Show me what you want.”

Words are lost to me. I crush my lips against yours, raising my hips and wrapping my legs tight around you, deepening your thrusts. I kiss you feverishly, moaning, biting and sucking your lower lip. You can feel the tremor building inside me as you return my desire, your kisses soft and purposed, knowing just how close you have me.

I cum hard, shaking, twisting underneath you. You maintain your deep, rhythmic pulse, extending my cries as I shudder in waves. A few soft kisses allow me to catch my breath, before I feel you slowly slip out of me. Now I’m the one smiling as I watch you sit up and crawl towards me, placing a knee on either side of my shoulders. I open my mouth, wide.

You lean your head back and stretch your body out, and I hungrily wrap my lips around you. I move to touch, but you slap my hand away. One of your hands tilts my chin up at you, holding my face there. The other hand begins to stroke yourself against my tongue, pressing hard and sliding slightly back and forth. I’m salivating, my thighs slick and still shaking like I could cum again. You let a moan slip, and I move you deeper into my mouth, sealing my lips and sucking, hard, as your hands let go. Working my neck now, I feel you gently thrust against my tongue until that moan slips out again, and I know I have you, too.

The sound of you almost sends me again as you spill down my throat. I feel you buckle slightly above me and again use the chance to take you deeper, feeling you pulse inside my mouth, hot and sweet. I close my eyes and savor the taste.

You laugh and lay down next to me, draping an arm over my chest and stroking my skin. “Couldn’t be good, hmm? Always the difficult route with you?”

“Yes,” I smile, and you kiss me again.

“Good,” you nod, and move to get dressed. I sink happily back into the sheets.

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