After the sun has come up and fills the room with soft, cool light, she twists and looks at the man next to her. In spite of the bed being a king, they are lying pressed against each other. He is already awake and smiling. It’s a smile that makes her want to hide her face in the pillow because it’s gentle and sure, practically affectionate.
It’s not really the look you give your one night stand when you wake up to find they are still in your bed.
“You look very good in my bed.” he says with his voice all deep from sleeping. His breath smells minty, like he just brushed his teeth.
“I’m sure that I’m a mess, but thanks.” she says.
He pulls an arm out of the blankets and drapes it over her shoulders, his big hand resting over the back of her messy bedhead. It feels possessive and intimate. “I was hoping for a sequel to last night.”
“Oh lord.” His lips are nearly touching her cheek. She can feel his minty breath. “I’’ve got to go brush my teeth.”
He grins. “Make it quick.”
She slides out of bed, has only a minor crisis about not having a toothbrush before she finds an extra one in his cabinet, tries to clean up the smudges of eyeliner and dives back in bed, all in record time.
“I don’t usually do sequels.” She tells him.
“How can we not, after the night we had?” he asks, with a smirk, because…yeah, she was sober enough to remember it and knows there is good reason for round two. His hand goes around the back of her head again and the other digs it’s way between her side and the mattress so that he is holding her completely in his arms. Fingers spread across her ass, his hand nearly covers one entire cheek, callouses rough against her skin. She decides that feels really nice.
“I totally agree.” She says. They stare at each other for a moment and there is that intense feeling of affection passing between then again, intimate beyond what their relationship should be. They do not even have a relationship.
Underneath the covers it is warm and the wind blows outside, swirling snow flurries around and probably keeping everyone else in their beds also. She had not realized it was supposed to storm. Late March is not usually the time she keeps her eye on the weather for snow. It’s a good thing a quick escape and drive of shame home were not required this morning.
He kisses her, soft and hard at the same time and she melts into it. Something about him is intoxicating, his smell and the way she can curl into his chest. He drags her closer and now they are pressed together from head to toe. She tangles their legs up and grabs at him and when he licks between her lips, she moans.
He leans over her, rolling them until she is pressed into the mattress. Their lips never separate, only grow more heated. She opens her legs wider and he fits between them, her thighs hugging his torso, her arms wrapped around him to smooth over his broad shoulders and back. His hands seem to be everywhere, cupping her face, stroking down her chest and belly, running up her thigh, holding her ankle, and finally pressing where she really wants some friction. She moans into his mouth again.
He likes it when she does that. She moans again, just to feel him press his thick cock against her thigh when he twitches in response. Her moans turn into whimpers when he thrusts his fingers inside of her. He leans back to watch her face as he moves them in and out, holding her eyes and licking his lips. They are red and swollen from kissing.
“You like that, baby?” He asks and there it is again, a nickname and heated eye contact, charged with something she can’t quite figure out. Suddenly, this sex feels like making love or whatever. The intimacy makes her feel like they have known each other for years. It makes a flush rise violently into her cheeks. He notices, of course he does, and grins like he won the lottery.
“I know these fingers aren’t enough.” He murmurs into her ear, “If I learned anything last night, it’s that you are greedy aren’t you, baby.”
Yikes, that makes her heart flutter and does things to her belly that suddenly have her right on the edge.
“Yeah, yeah.” She pants as he rears back to grab a condom from a box on the nightstand. He rolls it on quick and practiced. She takes a moment to appreciate how fit his body is, not perfectly trim and sculpted, but obviously strong.
“C’mon,” she whines, shifting closer, practically up into his lap, “I want it.”
He presses in and slowly builds a rythm, thrusting in and out, big hands cupped underneath her thighs, hauling her back onto his cock each time be thrusts forward. She spreads her legs wide, squeezes her hands over her breasts and arches into his thrusts.
“Damn.” He huffs out, grinding into her balls deep for a moment. They continue like that, his hands holding her thighs or her midsection or breasts, while she touches them both all over, little hands never still. He grabs them and slides his fingers between hers, pressing them to the pillows above her head when he leans down to capture her lips again. Outside there is soft snow falling and inside, there are breathy sounds being moaned into each other’s mouths, sharing each other’s short, desperate breath.
She comes with his cock buried beep inside as he does these shuddering little grinds and a few thrusts later he is right behind her, gasping into her mouth. Her eyes had squeezed shut with the intensity of her orgasm, but she opens them now to watch him as he pulls back and eases the condom off. He tosses it away and collapses down beside her, pulling her into his chest.
This has taken a step beyond casual. Maybe it never was something casual, after all, from the first time their eyes met last night, she had felt the zap of unusually good chemistry. She hopes that this might turn into more than just a two time thing. It will be important for her to get his number later, but for now all she cares about is nuzzling into his broad shoulder and going back to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/thxjo8/soft_saturday_morning_mf_romantic
🙈 cute and hot!