I woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that the covers were gone.  She lay next to me with one knee up and the backs of her thighs were impossible.  Her hair covered her face and her right shoulder pushed slightly forward.  I stared at the soft curve of her ass and remembered what it was like to be inside her and I was suddenly wide awake. 

I didn’t touch her or wake her, but I didn’t go back to sleep.  I watched the sun crawl across her skin in the early morning and I saw the tiny hairs on her body shine in the light.  I watched her roll onto her back and I still didn’t touch her. 

When she finally opened her eyes she kissed me and smiled.  I pulled her to me and she groaned when she felt me hard against her stomach.

“How long have you been up?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly.  She moved up my body as my hand slid down her back, and when she kissed my forehead I reached between her thighs to find her more awake than I thought. 

“Fuck me,” I whispered as I rubbed the head of my cock against her.  She teased me, moving in circles above me, and pulling on my lip with her teeth until she couldn’t wait any longer.  I tried not to call our when I slid inside her, but she had to cover my mouth with her strong hands to muffle my voice.  She moved painfully slow, and I tried to press up into her as I pulled her hard against me. 

She held me firmly though, and I finally gave in as she hovered above me, with just the tip of my cock inside her.  She slid me in and out of her, just barely breaking contact each time and I screamed into her hand.  When she finally pushed all the way down around me I came over and over again and she replaced her hand with her lips.  I shook and trembled beneath her as she kissed me and I couldn’t open my eyes. 

When I finally stopped shaking she kissed me but didn’t move.

“Good morning, Love,” she whispered with a smile.  “I think it’s your turn to make coffee.”

—Guy New York