Miss and I had been fighting quite a bit, mainly over lack of sex and intimacy. I had reached my breaking point and the night before we had quite an argument. Didn’t really resolve it, but went to bed peacefully enough. I didn’t see much changing the next day.
As morning broke, I noticed Miss was cuddling very close to me. This was nice as even this type of contact was much needed. I laid there half asleep, just enjoying the moment when her hand brushed by my morning wood, standing at full attention through my black athletic shorts. Her hand stopped and grabbed my cock through my shorts and slowly began to rub my shaft. Now I’m awake.
“Good morning, handsome” she said. She got a bit closer and pressed against me. I had forgot she went to bed just in her black tank top and black panties. I turned to her and draped my hand on her thigh and started playing with the waist of her panties. She immediately went to kiss me in the passionate way she kisses me. It kicked up a notch as the frustration that had been boiling for weeks let go and we got into some intense making out. Her hand now rubbed my cock faster through my shorts. I needed to reciprocate and slid my hand easily under her panties, over her shaved pussy and into her wetness. She was dripping already and I heard her moan the moment my fingers went inside.