I didn’t realize you were quite this desperate. I’m still half asleep and there’s this warm wet weight in my lap and my brain hasn’t caught up yet but my cock is already inside you and you’re rolling your hips in these slow greedy circles like you’ve been at this for a while. Like you tried to wait and couldn’t. You pulled my cock out and sank down on me while I was still dreaming and now you’re using me in the dark, quietly, trying not to wake me up so you can keep going at your own pace.
And for a minute I let you. I keep my eyes closed and just feel everything. The weight of you settling into my hips. How wet you are, this sloppy slick sound every time you grind forward. Your hands sliding up my stomach, fingers tracing over my abs. Your breath all shaky and uneven because you’re trying so hard to be quiet about it. You’re fucking me like you stole something and it’s only a matter of time before you get caught.
But then you lean forward and press your palms flat on my chest and sink all the way down until I’m so deep in you that you stop breathing. And this needy little whimper slips out of you before you can stop it. That’s what wakes me up.
I grab you. Hard. My fingers digging into the soft part above your hips. And you freeze. Your whole body goes still because you know you just got caught. I open my eyes and look up at you in the dark and you’ve got this guilty expression, mouth still half open, my cock buried to the base in you. Hi. Good morning. Couldn’t wait, could you.
Before you can say anything cute about it I plant my feet and fuck up into you so hard your hands slip off my chest and catch the sheets. I hold your hips pinned down and drive into you from underneath, my abs flexing every time I thrust, and you can feel the force of it through your whole body because I’m not being gentle about this. You wanted to ride me at your own pace? That’s over. This is what happens when you help yourself to my cock without asking.
And now every sound you make fills the room. Every time I bottom out you moan loud enough that it echoes. Your nails dig into my arms hard enough to leave marks. Your head drops forward and your hair’s in your face and you can feel every inch of me stretching you open on every stroke. You can feel my thighs tense under you when I drive up. Your hands have found their way back, flat on my stomach, riding the muscles as they flex and contract while I fuck you. You started this thinking you were in control and now you’re just holding on.
I slow down for one stroke. Roll my hips up into you real slow so you feel the whole length drag against you. Just to hear you whisper please. And then I pull you down flush against me and hold you there, my cock as deep as it goes, your clit grinding against my pelvis, and I lean up close enough that you can feel my breath and say next time wake me up first. I want to be awake for every second I’m in you.
Then I flip you over and we start from the top. My pace this time. You lost your turn.
