Kenzy

The appeal of cockwarming overnight had been purely short-term for the both of you. You'd exchanged hushed whispers, tender and intimate as you'd let Anakin gently push into your pliant, waiting cunt. You'd been wet enough for him to ease in without any discomfort, and though it had been a strange sensation to fall asleep to, you'd drifted off against Anakin's bare chest, nose pressed into his flushed skin.

Waking is a different affair.

Gone is the fragile, tender intimacy you'd shared with your lover last night; now his forehead is blanketed with sweat as he mashes it into your cheek, and his hips are dragging back and forth as he sloppily ruts into your sensitive cunt. Evidently spending all night with Anakin buried inside of you had made you incredibly overstimulated. A gasp leaves your throat as he pumps his hips once more, and your hands fly to his broad, muscled shoulders.

"Ani," You whimper, "Ani- ah! Oh, that's- mm, that's too much."

"Sorry-" He groans hips halting lazily, though they tremble where he holds them still, "S'sorry, angel. You're- ah, kriff, you're- you feel so good."

Moving was intense, but the ache between your legs when Anakin stops is worse. You dig your fingers into his shoulders, scraping at his golden-tanned skin as you lift your hips up, "Oh, Anakin- Ani- more please, please move."