I can't leave my loyal readers high and dry for too long. Time to get everyone all wet again with a juicy, recent exploit.
I think my favorite sex is wake-up sex. There's just something utterly delicious about coming out of sleep right into some groggy groping, leading to a few yawning moans, flowing into some slow, stretching grinding and ending in an orgasm that makes a morning-caffeine jolt pale in comparison.
The alarm pulled me rudely out of my slumber. It went off for a few moments, and even though he was closer, he didn't move to turn it off. I leaned over him and swatted around the top of the clock until my fingers hit the right button. Snooze. I scooted my body closer to his, he was warm and the a/c had, overnight, turned the apartment into the equivalent of a meat locker. I tucked my head into the crook of neck and shoulder and felt his hand in my hair. I hadn't even realized he was awake. He started stroking my hair, playing with it, sometimes running his hand down the back of my neck. In that pre-morning haze I perked up just a bit - could he be horny? B. isn't usually known for his sexual enthusiasm and I always hold onto the glimmer of hope that a little push from the Morning Wood Fairy will up the odds in my favor. Could this be one of those mornings. I decided to be a little brazen, and kissed his neck softy (coming on to B. is the eqivalent of sneaking up on an alert deer - you never know when he'll turn and run the other way). His gentle answering moan was all the confirmation I needed. I let my hand snake down between his legs to find the fairy had, indeed, blessed us this early morning. I stroked his bulge through his underwear and felt his caressing go down my arms, to my belly and thighs. Rolling on my back to give him better access, I felt a finger slip over my pussy lips - already moist - teasing me with slow, long strokes along the length of it. I moaned, trying to concentrate on still stroking him, but enjoying the feeling of his sliding fingers almost too much. This didn't go on long, the teasing and stroking and moaning, before I uttered that I wanted him inside of me.
I turned over on my side in what is known as the "spooning" position. It's one of my favorites, as it allows ample opportunity for him to rub my clit while I gyrate in my own, preferred rhythm. He scooted up against me, pulling me even closer to him and I raised my leg up as he stroked me with the head of his cock. I squirmed a little, trying to get just the right angle for him to penetrate me, and finally felt him slide all the way inside. He collapsed against me with a little moan and his fingers quickly found their way to my clit. I swirled my hips and thrust back against him as he simultaneously pumped back into me. With his fingers strumming my clit, this couldn't last too long.
I came in a matter of mintues, crying out and bucking up against him. He held me tight while I cursed and shuddered and as soon as mine ended, began pumping into me with fervor. Within seconds, he was cumming too and his cries of pleasure were as pleasurable to my ears as my own orgasm had been.
Can I say, there is simply no better way to start off the day.