After spending a fun night talking into the early hours, I wake up in the morning feeling frisky. I decide to show my lover that morning sex really is the best kind of sex!
I roll over onto my side and he’s still asleep. A least, he’s pretending to sleep. I know he’s not used to staying up late like I am, and so for a while I try to leave him alone to catch some winks. I scan the room and start planning my day, what I’ll eat for breakfast and how I’m going to get home from his place which is in zone 3 of London. After what feels like an eternity (but was probably closer to only 10 minutes) I look back to see him awake and staring at me. He’s smiling and I can’t help but think I’ve managed to pick up a really cute one this time.
He’s smiling at me in an innocent way, he looks relaxed and content. I on the other start to feel fidgety and restless. I’m not much of a morning person, but waking up next to a handsome guy with memories of the night before is bound to get me worked up. I edge closer to him, placing my hand on his bare chest and start slowly stroking it. I press light kisses on his shoulder before leaning my head there instead. Very innocently, I let my hand wander about his torso, neck and face. I feel his morning stubble and caress my hand from his ear, down his neck and across his collarbone. It feels nice touching him, and for a while this is enough.
I can feel him really relaxing and although I’m glad he enjoys this, I don’t want him to relax too much in case he falls asleep. I decide I’m not very good at waiting and so, still under the covers, I get up on top of him, sitting directly over his crotch with my hands pinned either side. I lean forward and start kissing his face. I lick and nibble on his ear as I tell him good morning. He’s making these soft moaning noises which turns me on and I start tracing kisses down his neck. He places his hands on my hips and I press my chest against him. It feels so good to have skin on skin.
Now that I have his attention, I decide to get off him. I roll over onto my other side so that my back is facing him. It’s fun to play a little hot and cold once in a while, and as I had hoped he comes over to hug me. We settle into the spoon position and again I feel him relaxing against me. Now I start to wiggle my bum against him. I try to pretend it’s to get into a comfy position, but I can feel his hardness pressing between my cheeks. I slide one hand round the back and slip it under his shorts. His cock is hot and smooth between my fingers as I wrap them around him. I start a slow caress, slipping my fingers up and down his shaft. I turn my head back and he kisses me, his tongue taking my mouth as I pump him a little faster. He has one hand on my breast and squeezes it tightly. He takes the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it between them. Normally he is gentle, but when it comes to my breasts he’s always been a little more rough. I love it.
I squeeze his dick a little tighter and he squeezes my breasts a little harder. It’s almost like a game. I want his fingers somewhere else though. I can tell my panties are soaked, I’m so wet I don’t know what to do about it, other than to take my hand away from his cock and instead direct his hand down my panties. He’s tentative at first which surprises me, but I hear him gasp a little when he finds out just how desperately wet I am. I’m always super horny in the morning after all.
I turn back around to face him and then remove his hand. After, I remove my panties so that I’m simply lying there naked. It’s an open invitation. He spends a couple of moments to just stare at me, his eyes eating up my body. Then he removes his own underwear and climbs over on top of me. I spread my legs open underneath him, and I feel the tip of his dick press against me. It’s ridiculous how wet I am, and he rubs himself against the slick lips a couple of times. I moan out and wrap my legs around him, I want to feel him inside me right now. Sometimes I think he just enjoys making me wait. I enjoy it too a little, but not as much as when he does enter.
I feel him slowly fill me up, and my entire body aches with sensation. I love the feeling of being fucked. I hold him against me, feeling his weight pressed on top of me as he starts to pump in and out. I can’t keep quiet, and there’s something more thrilling about gasping out loud in the daylight. I make more noise than the birds outside do. He picks up his speed and I’m almost gasping for air. It feels so good. I feel myself being driven to the edge and I thrust my own hips up to meet him, wanting to take him deeper inside. It mounts up and we’re both getting louder, sweat dripping from us. I don’t know how much more I can take, it almost feels too good. I feel like my head is going to burst and he groans out loud before quickly pulling out and finishing. He lays down next to me afterwards, we’re both trying to catch our breath.
Morning sex really is the best, and now that I’m sated I decide it’s time to go back to sleep. After all, the best things happen right after waking up!