Morning Cuddle [M/f] [D/s] [Anal]

The morning light, tender, diffuse, streaming in through the window, kissing her skin awake, as she squirms sleepily in his arms.

Feeling his body spooning her, under warm covers, the scent of his skin intoxicating as she lovingly gnaws on his forearm, responding to his kisses teasing the back of her neck, her earlobe, her shoulder. The steady warmth of him hardening against her, as she wriggles playfully into his groin.

“Oh, now I know you’re awake” she giggles into his arm, the giggle ending in a small sigh as she feels his tip wet against her, imagining every ropy strand of juice oozing from his head onto the back of her thighs.

She squirms again, this time reaching behind her to dip a mischievous finger into the pearls of precum on his tip, gathering up a warm string of it between her fingers that she then slowly licks clean, sucking every last silvery thread off her fingertips.

Feeling her nipples harden the instant she tastes him, feeling his tip smear her thighs, drawing out a low, satisfied moan from his chest inducing a fresh surge of wetness on his tip, even as she feels the previous smear webbing, drying and caking against her cheeks…coating her skin with a warm, transparent film that slips against his length as she moves her hips more insistently against him.

Another moan, deep in his chest, low and musical to her ears, as she locks her lips against his forearm, her tongue tracing the tattoo that stretches across his muscles, feeling him lengthen and thicken against her ass even more.

And that first squelch between her own thighs – – the realization that the wetness she feels isn’t just from his tip, but also from a steady trickle of juice that she can now feel gurgling out of her lips, down her thighs and into the bed sheet, a dark, warm stain spreading underneath her like ink through blotting paper.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you” She feels his chest vibrate against her spine, as he snarls into her ear, her satisfied Cheshire cat smile and giggle quickly contorting into a moan as he locks his forearm around her throat, pinning her upper body as his free hand glides across her hip, past her landing strip, palm clamping over the now-pulsing mound of her clit. The warmth of his hand, now dripping wet with her juice, as it seeps through between his fingers, drenching his knuckles.

“You’re Mine” his breath heavy against her neck, his words plunging inside her as she gasps, her nipples taut, erect, her torso writhing against him, her throat straining against his forearm. Feeling his throbbing pink head, the sharp relief of thick veins webbing across his pulsing length, every muscle of his cock glistening in the morning light, coated in her juice.

Her hand, traveling down, between her legs, attempting to guide his swollen head between her moaning thighs. “Oh, no, you don’t, you little brat” he snarls, tightening the choke hold of his forearm, reining her in. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m going to pick the hole I want, not you.”

His words almost fail to register in her pheromone-soaked mind as she feels his tip, now dripping, coated in layers of his precum and her juice, pressing into the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.

*Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.* But he doesn’t thrust in, only allowing her to feel the steady throb of his cockhead against the rim of her ass, the air heavy with anticipation, punctuated with her staccato gasping breath.

Until she feels his fingers curling in, spreading her open, her squelching lips almost as loud as her moaning throat as he hooks his fingers inside her shaft, her labia gripping his knuckles as she pulses against him.

“Every hole” he snarls. “Not just your pussy. Not just your ass. Every Hole” His arm releasing the choke hold, before he plunges two fingers past her lips and deep into her defenseless throat.

“Every. Fucking. Hole” She moans helplessly into his fingers, wrapping her tongue around them the way she loves to wrap her tongue around his cock, as the palm of his other hand rubs raw into her clit, as his fingers probe deeper inside her shaft, corkscrewing their way in until his fingertips find the spongy flesh of her spot, two knuckles deep.

His cockhead now perfectly aligned with her tight rim, his tip steadily weeping more and more precum into her expectant hole, enough to lubricate the channel that he’s one thrust away from stretching open and violating.

“Own me” her words choking, garbled against his fingers, a desperate, incoherent gasp sputtering out of her spit soaked mouth. Her throat burning, her shaft clenching around his hooked fingers as he massages her spot.
*Own me. Own me. Fucking own me.*

The deceptively quiet pop of his cockhead forcing its way past her rim.

The rush of his thrust stretching her out as her hole closes behind his thick head, tightening around his blue-veined length.

Clamping around him tight, feeling him slowly feed her every inch, until he buries himself inside her ass, to the hilt.

His balls wet with strings of her juice, slapping against the back of her lips as he works himself deeper in.

His head running into the soft membrane inside her ass, through which he can feel the pressure of his own knuckles, as his fingers thrust deeper into her cunt, fingertips moving relentlessly in a come-hither motion against her spot.

The impossible tightness of her ass around his cock, made even tighter from every hook, curl and stroke of his fingers inside her pussy that he feels rhythmically against the vein on the underside of his cock.

Feeling her clenching now, her shaft pulsing uncontrollably, a fresh rush of juice streaming out of her, pussy lips swollen and foaming, his balls drenched, soaked in her squirt, as his cock strains against the grip of her rim, pushing deeper in.

And then she gasps.

Her voice barely audible above the squelch of her holes.

Barely even a whisper.

And as incoherent as those words are, moaned into his fingers deep inside her throat, he knows exactly what she she’s trying to say.

*Pound me.*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jcwcmx/morning_cuddle_mf_ds_anal