Bedroom Closet

What made you so wet last night?
What was in your mind?

I had planned to sleep last night; I knew you were tired, but when your hands started to find me under­neath the cov­ers my mind woke up; dri­ven from a half sleep stu­por by a cool touch on my thighs and the shaft of my cock. I turned to find you naked, half asleep, dream­ing, avail­able. My lips found your breasts and my hands found your hips as I pulled you closer to me. You responded to the inquiry of my touch and my kisses with a lift of your body and a moan.

We could have kissed and touched all night long, build­ing up to the inevitable fire, but I wanted to be inside you.

While my lips touch­ing yours and our tongues con­tin­ued to dance I let my hand slide from the cup of your breast dow your stom­ach. I slid my fin­gers along the out­side of your freshly shaved pussy, lightly touch­ing you, feel­ing your respond­ing pres­sure against my hand and fero­cious kiss. Push­ing through your lips my fin­ger slipped inside you to find a tor­rent of pas­sion; hot, drip­ping, ready.

It was noth­ing to roll you on top of me and posi­tion you so that your fall impaled you on my eager cock. There was no resis­tance as the head parted your lips and drove deep into you, bathed in the resul­tant pas­sion of your dreams and our touches. In an instant you had taken all of me inside you and began that slow dance of your hips and ass that makes long gen­tle pulls of my shaft, then back down grind­ing your pussy against me as you take me to the hilt, then again up, then down…

… you rode me quickly to a shud­der­ing orgasm; your heat radi­at­ing on to me as you your dance became both stronger and more fran­tic. From sleep your moans became cries as your pussy tight­ened around me and pulled me in. A quick roll and I was on top of you and you were pounded into the bed — arms over your head and body pushed down by my shoul­ders and my thrusts. Your cries redou­bled from the thrash­ing of my cock and body pound­ing into you and reignit­ing your orgasm as I reached a cli­max of my own fill­ing your already hot wet pussy with the accu­mu­lated pas­sion of sev­eral days.

Moments later we fell apart. Ready to fall back into full sleep. Full of spent thoughts and wet dreams.

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