Morning With You [romantic] [missionary] [morning sex]

I wish I had rolled over in bed this morning, eyes still closed, still mostly asleep, and felt your mouth latch on to my breast and your hand kneading the other, lightly rolling the nipple between your fingers.

I’d have liked to keep my eyes closed and revel in the warmth of being pressed close to you while your tongue tugged and flicked and swirled around my nipple, sending sensations all over my body, but most urgently between my legs. I’d lay my leg over your hip and grind into your thigh, needy for more contact with you. Maybe you’d slide your hand down to grab my ass and feel how my hips roll to rub my pussy on you just right.

You’d start hearing me make little whimpers as I got more and more excited.

I’d use my hand to gently direct your mouth to release my nipple and travel up to meet my lips for slow, deep kisses.

My deliberate, steady grinding on your leg would have created a tell tale slickness now as my pussy became more and more sensitive with arousal and that achey puffiness that begs for attention.

I’d want you to feel that slickness. I’d want you to slide your fingers between us to softly caress every bit of me. And although my hips would buck involuntarily to invite your fingers inside of me, I’d want you to gently, attentively stroke back and forth over my clit instead.

By now I’d be moaning your name into your ear, clinging to you, raking my teeth delicately on your neck and shoulder. Burying my face in your chest as you brought me closer and closer to the inevitable release of an orgasm. But not yet.

Because you’d roll us over, I’d be lying on my back under you, relishing the weight and security of your body covering mine completely. This is something I love about how much bigger than me you are. Your frame would swallow mine whole. I’d love the view of your much broader chest and shoulders over me with your hands planted on both sides of my head. You’re like a stronghold I can disappear into.

Your legs would part my own easily, willingly. My soft inner thighs would find their natural resting place on your hips. And, my pussy weeping with urgency, you’d press your cock into me slowly, deliciously, and with spine tingling authority.

The wave of relief I’d feel at being filled with you would elicit a long and impassioned moan. My hands would reach for you to be closer to me and you would rest on one elbow to give in to my needy tug to have you closer, burying your face in my neck. You’d feel my legs open wider as I accepted your full length and girth, every bit of you exciting me further.

As you began to develop your rhythm, I would slide my fingers down between us to continue the delectable torture you had started on my clit. It wouldn’t be long before the pressure of your cock pumping inside of me and my fingers combined would lead me to the brink of a climax. At which point I’d beg you, please, to cum inside me. To fuck me. To make me yours. And as you obliged, and your pace quickened, and your breathing became ragged with the effort, and your body slammed into mine with intoxicating force, I would cum for you so completely. I would cry out from the pleasure. I would beg you to keep going as I rode the sensations of my pussy squeezing down around your thickness. You’d watch as my torso contracted and relaxed with the shockwaves of a complete orgasm.

And when you were ready to cum and you released every bit of yourself that you had deep inside of me, I would wrap my legs around your waist, my arms around your neck, and clutch you closely until every pulse of your cock had subsided.

Now if only you were here.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sqy6hh/morning_with_you_romantic_missionary_morning_sex