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Michael woke up from something rubbing against his leg. He yawned and wondered if it was you trying to wake him.

But as he looked at you he saw you were still deep in sleep. And clearly, deep in lust too.

Your face was scrunched up, as if you were frustrated, and you were rubbing against his hairy thigh, which had moved in between your legs, the heat from your pussy seeping through the thin material of your panties, dampening each second.

Within a second he was rock hard, but stayed as he was, wanting to see you finish.

You kept rubbing, small sounds of lust and something akin to anger, as if it wasn’t enough. He smiled inwardly, moving his hand down to cup his cock outside of his boxers, touching himself while he started to move his thigh, syncing it with your motions.

Suddenly you gasped, eyes flying open. Yours met Michael’s dark ones, seeing the smirk on his face, how the corner of his eyes creased in amusement before you noticed the tingling in your core, the urge to just keep going, needing, needing more...

”You really want it don’t you, darlin’?” Michael whispered, his big hand cupping your cheek.

You nodded, your lips turning into a pout and your forehead creased in frustration.

”Well, then go ahead, baby. Take what you need from me. I’m all yours. All you need, doll,” Michael said and you grabbed on to his strong arms, fingers digging into the flesh and muscle to get even better leverage.

You were frustrared. Yesterday Michael only came home and changed before going off to help Michelle with her backyard and some other problems. You had been longing for him whole day, wanting to feel his big cock split you open, or just his fingers pumping inside you. The fucker had all but ruined you, your own fingers didn’t feel half as good anymore, and while your vibrator was getting the job done, it wasn’t Michael.  It didn’t have his scent invading your nostrils, not his strong arms holding you, squeezing you, spanking you, not his silky curls hanging down over his forehead, teasing your own. And most of all, those dark eyes, pupils all but swallowing his dark irises from the arousal he felt for you.

No, nothing felt as good as Michael.

That’s why you had hoped he would give it to you good when he finally came home. You were soaked, all but ready to jump him in the doorway, but it was plain to see that he was exhausted. He yawned every other minute and nearly stumbled. So you bit down and helped him to bed, rubbing his neck and shoulders, which made him fall asleep before you were even done.

You were tempted to just hump his ass where you sat, but... no. It felt wrong. Especially when he was this exhausted.

So you rolled off of him, onto your own side of the bed and fell asleep, panties sticky with your own want, and annoyance gnawing at you.

Then you had dreamed, dreamed of Michael wanting you to ride him, but no matter how hard you pressed down, he didn’t fill you up, and you got more and more frustrated, pressing down and rubbing back and forth, wanting the release, the friction.

That’s when you woke up, realizing you had rubbed against Michael’s thigh.

It wasn’t the same as having him fill you up, you admitted that. But it wasn’t bad now that you were in control, knowing exactly how to do it.

”That’s right,” Michael urged you on, ”use me, pretty girl.”

You pressed down harder, feeling the tell tale signs of an oncoming orgasm, the pleasure radiating out from your clit to every nerve of your body. You felt the fuzz on his thigh rubbing against your skin, making the tingling even stronger, feeling how he clenched the muscle in his thigh to give you a harder surface to rub on.

 You dug your nails into Michael’s shoulders, your toes curling, your mouth hanging open, loud pants puffing out of you every time you exhaled as you finally exploded, a strangled cry coming out as you stilled, every muscle tensing up before your whole body relaxed, falling down against the pillows again, Michael hugging you and rubbing your back.

”Better, love?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

”Mhm,” you hummed.

”Someone didn’t get what they needed yesterday, I take it?”

”Uh-uh,” you sounded, too relaxed to form proper words.

Michael laughed.

”Next time, let me know. I don’t care how exhausted I am, I want to make my darling girl happy. Promise?”

”Mhm,” you said again, making Michael laugh even more.

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