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i slide one finger between your folds, agonizingly slow. feeling how soft and warm you are. throbbing against my touch while you were still fast asleep. you let out an involuntary gasp into, your hips giving a faint subconscious twitch but your eyes stayed heavy and closed.

"so sweet for me" i whisper to myself against your thigh, sinking my finger all the way in. "even when you're completely asleep”

a slow deep rhythm, my thumb pressing just enough weight right against your clit to drag you out of your dreams. I continue to stretch you gently, watching your chest start to heave, your breathing turning uneven as your body registered the pleasure before your mind could even catch up.

that was what finally pulled you under.

a whimper caught in your throat, your body shudders, your hands blindly reaching out to clutch at the sheets. as my mouth linger on the bruise and my fingers drove deep. your lashes finally flutter.

you open your eyes, looking down at me through heavy lids. you give me a lazy gorgeous little smile when you realize where you were and what i was doing to you.

"good morning" your voice came out impossibly raspy, completely ruined from last night. "what... what are you doing?"

"just admiring the view" i whisper, my index finger pressing right into the center of the dark mark on your thigh while my other hand stayed buried inside you. "checking up on my work"

you wince, a sharp gasp escaping your lips when my thumb pressed into the tender bruise, followed immediately by a low moan as your instincts kicked in and your legs tried to press shut. before you could close up, my palm slid up against your knee, pinning you wide open against the bed.

"ah, ah. don't close those legs on me, baby let me look at you. stay open for mommy”

you don't fight it. you just let your knees fall outward again, your hips arching up into my hand, helpless to the feeling.

"you're awful" you breath out, your hand drifting up to tangle into my hair. "it hurts... you bit me so hard right there."

"i know” i say, leaning down to press a soft kiss directly to the center of the sore spot, feeling your body shudder under my mouth. "does it sting?"

"mhm" you admit, as i apply a bit of thumb pressure to the bruised skin, testing your threshold. "it's really sore"

"i'm sorry sweetheart" i whisper, rubbing my thumb in soothing circles over the mark to ease the ache. "i really am. you just tasted too good last night... i lost my mind a little bit. can you blame me?"

you let out a laugh, your fingers massaging the back of my neck. "you lost your mind? i recall you whimpering under me first when i held your wrists over your head and wouldn't let you move."

i chuckle, leaning up just enough to catch your lips in a kiss that tasted like sleep and last nights lingering tension.

"fair point. we can argue about who surrendered first later. right now, i just want to take care of you”

my hands soften, my fingertips tracing up your stomach over the faint red scratch marks from my nails, making your skin break out in goosebumps.

"yeah?" you whine, your hips giving a needy twitch up against mine. "how are you gonna do that?"

"slowly this time"

i work my way back down, trailing worshipping kisses over every mark we made. a kiss for the bruised hip bone. a warm press of my mouth to your lower stomach. a sharp little nibble on the tender skin right next to your clit that made you gasp, your hands clutching the sheets for dear life.

by the time my breath was warming the drenched sensitive space between your thighs, you were panting, completely undone by the slow pace.

"look at me" i command, resting my chin on your inner thigh.

you force your heavy eyelids open, looking down at me through your lashes, trembling under my gaze.

"good girl” i whispered.

i slid two fingers back inside you, taking my time. driving in deep while my tongue lapped at you in long strokes. i kept the rhythm steady, refusing to speed up no matter how much you squirmed. every time you tried to lift your hips to chase a faster pace, i’d press my hand flat onto your hipbone, pinning you right back down.

"no rushing today, baby" i said against your wet skin, feeling you shake uncontrollably. "just lie there and take it. let me have every bit of you”

you whimper, your fingers digging into my shoulders, desperate for the friction, begging with your eyes the exact same way you did last night. I’m driving you right up to the edge until i drew a heavy orgasm out of you before your mind was even fully awake.

a high whimper tearing out of your throat as your body rides the heavy waves of pleasure rolling through your thighs. i didn't pull out. i stayed right there, keeping my fingers deep inside you while you shuddered, slowly licking away every drop of your mess so not a single bit went to waste.

when i finally crawl back up your body, you immediately wrap your arms tight around my neck, pulling me down against your chest, your heart hammering against my ribs.

"look at what you do to me" you whined into my shoulder, completely breathless. "i can't even think straight"

"good" i whispered, pressing kisses to your neck, your jaw, your swollen lips. "you don't need to think. I've got you."

i pull the heavy duvet over both of us, you curl right into my side, hooking one sore bruised thigh over my hip, burying your face into my neck like you couldn't get close enough to me.

my hand found its way back to your inner thigh, my fingers skimming lightly over the tender marks on your skin. you let out a long sigh, your breathing slowing down as the exhaustion took over again.

"we're staying in this bed all day" i whispered, running my fingers through your messy hair.

"mmm, good" you mumbled into my collarbone, already drifting right back to sleep, resting all your weight on me. "you're making me breakfast later, though."

"only if you stay right here and let me ruin and bite you all over again when you wake up."