The light was still very dim, only poking lightly through the half-open shutters of our ground floor flat. The window next to the headboard was slightly ajar and let in a still chilly morning breeze in June. Not quite awake yet, I shivered lightly, pulling my blanket a bit higher and slipping my arms below. Had he gone to work yet? I had no idea what time it was and I didn’t care. Today I was going to sleep in and I didn’t roll over to find out if he had already left. A few moments later I heard him breath lightly, moving closer to me. I fell back asleep as his familiar body wrapped around mine like a blanket. I could feel his fingers caressing my belly and his mouth moving closer to the back of my neck. He planted a soft kiss below my ear and I still couldn’t quite manage to open my eyes. All I did was push my hips towards his warm body, making his embrace tighter. I could feel the bulge in his boxers and a light chuckle escaped my mouth.
Still sleep drunk, I felt his lips move towards my shoulder blades and my spine. Soft kisses were being scattered along the line of my backbone. His warm lips moved lower and lower until both his mouth and his hands reached my waist. I couldn’t help myself but moan at this tender and exquisite way of slowly waking up to world around me. “Hey there”, was all I could say, eyes still closed, basking in the warmth of his breath against my skin.
With one swift movement he pulled down my panties to get access to my butt. Holding my hips firmly in both his hands, he pulled me towards him, exposing me even further. Without any warning, I could feel his tongue between my cheeks. Slowly but decidedly his tongue was moving along my slit – all the way from my clit to my ass. Again and again. Unconsciously, my body had started to move along, moaning louder, opening myself to him. My wet pussy welcomed his every movement. Not only mine but also his breathing became heavier and the thought that he was probably stroking his own dick while keeping his face on my ass made me moan with pleasure. Full of relish, his tongue kept moving slowly, licking me, worshipping me. If I had let go, I could have come easily within the next few seconds. But I didn’t want it to be over. I didn’t to come yet. I wanted to feel him even closer. I wanted to have his dick inside of me. I signaled this by pulling away and getting on all fours. There was an almost growling sound of him as a reaction to that and again I had to chuckle a bit, being well aware that he liked it when I showed him what I wanted. Without hesitating he aligned himself behind me.
Usually, I can feel his hard cock moving along my slit and entering slowly, making sure I was ready for its hardness. But not this time. He entered me with a deep thrust. And I loved it. It wasn’t like he was making love to me. I felt like he was *taking* me, as if my body belonged to him. As if he were marking his territory. And this was exactly what I needed. In this moment I wanted to be *his*. I wanted him to have me. His steady thrusts and pushes, his firm hands on my hips and his panting made me almost dizzy. Soon – oh, too soon! – could feel this exquisite tingling on my skin, moving fast towards the centre of my body. A loud, intense climax hit me like freight train. And it was only then that I realized that he had reached the same point as well. His warm body hugged me from behind, making me sense his fast heartbeat against my skin.
“Jesus Christ! Can’t you keep it down a bit?” said an angry, anonymous voice walking by outside our bedroom window. The crack of laughter of both of us was pretty close to being almost as great as the morning sex we’ve just had.
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