Morning Glory

I awakened gently for the second time that morning. As I slowly came to consciousness, I felt a sticky sensation on my upper thighs and shaved mound, and I remembered with a satisfied smile how I woke up the first time this morning.

When the alarm goes off, I don’t even hear it, but I’d had a restless night for some reason. When it went off, you turned your back to me to turn it off, and I used that opportunity to snuggle into your back, enjoying your warmth, since you like the a/c set to frigid when you sleep, and I’ve become accustomed to it these last 15 plus years. I snaked my arm around to your chest to gently trace circles with my hand through your chest hair. I love feeling your chest, with its powerful pectoral muscles and thick, manly chest hair. At the same time, I gently slid my leg in between yours, pressing myself fully up along your back, letting out a contended sigh. Your hand rose up to cover mine that was still gently rubbing your chest hair. Using your thumb, you rubbed the back of my hand, then you took hold of my hand and brought it to your mouth to softly kiss. I burrowed in deeper to your back. You dropped my hand back to your chest and ran your hand down my arm, jumping to my hip, then moving up and down my thigh, finally starting to massage and squeeze my ass. I let out a sigh that was more startled than contented. I’d just been enjoying cuddling, not realizing there was any time for other options!

In one swift motion, you turned your whole body to face me, grabbing harder at my ass, pulling my hips into your harder-than-just-morning wood, at the same time bending your head and kissing my neck fiercely. I could feel myself warming up fast to your lips and hands. You kissed up to my ear and whispered, “I don’t have much time” while your hand kneaded my breast through my t-shirt, with its already hardening nipple. I dropped my head back and groaned deep in my throat. That groan just spurred you further, as you pinched my nipple hard, knowing that gets me going. I whispered fervently, “ok, but lock the door.” You reached over to close the door, but even before you could get there, you came back to my nipple, saying “I can’t resist” and bit my hard nipple through my t-shirt before going to lock the door.

I was just raising my shirt up over my shoulder for better access, when you were back beside me, taking it off quickly with one hand, the other already on my other breast. My 42Ds are something you can never get enough of, and today was like any other day. You were pulling and rolling the nipple of one breast, while licking, sucking, then biting hard the nipple of the other. I had my head thrown back in ecstasy, trying so hard to be quiet, so kids don’t awaken and interrupt.

You kiss your way up to my ear again, groaning and whispering “I could stay here all day, but I have to go soon.” While you’re saying this, my hand is gripping your hard cock through your boxer briefs. You groan into my shoulder and nip at my collarbone lightly, as your hand slides down into my pajama pants, past my cotton panties to touch my mound. Just your touch makes me arch my back, thrusting my hips into you, begging you to come to me. I push the elastic of your briefs down, so your cock springs free. I grasp your shaft for all I’m worth, moving up and down slowly, as I feel your finger slip into me. I buck against your hand, sucking on your nipple, so I don’t cry out.

Again you say, “there’s just not enough time for you to ride me like I want so badly.” I push you away a bit and reach over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and taking out a small bottle of lube (At 47, even with interest and arousal, things don’t always get wet enough, so I’m not ashamed to tell people to lube it up!). I pull your hand up from between my legs and squirt some onto your fingers, telling you to work that into me, fast! You obey quickly while you’re taking off my pants. I feel two fingers enter me, rubbing inside of me, touching my sweet spot inside. It’s all I can do to squirt some lube onto my hand and start coating your shaft in it. I toss the bottle aside and tell you to lay on your back. With a gleam in your eye, you whisper “ma’am, yes, ma’am” into my neck, taking another nip while you’re there.

With you on your back, I quickly straddle you, spreading my pussy lips up over your throbbing cock. I then put just your head into me, I bear down a bit, making it your turn to toss your head back and moan into the pillow. I loosen up my muscles and slide down until you’re completely enveloped by my pussy. Your hips thrust up, and your hands go to my hips. I hear your groans in your throat. I start rocking back and forth. First slow, then faster, watching pleasure pass over your face with each move, watching your eyes hungrily gaze at my breasts, feeling your hands come up to them, pinching my nipples hard. Already I can feel an orgasm start. It feels like a small one, and I keep rocking away, fitting into a rhythm with your gentle thrusts.

First one, then a second very quick orgasm passes through me, making my pussy grip your cock tightly embedded in me. Your hands go back to squeezing my ass, encouraging me to a faster pace, while you thrust up harder into me. I lean up from your chest, sitting straight up, grabbing my breasts and picking up where you left off with my nipples, as I feel a deeper orgasm start within me. I feel the building tension, and I want you to go faster and harder, but I know that’s tough to do in this position. I beg you to take me from behind, and you gently but quickly lift me off you, moving to the end of the bed, so you’re standing. You grab both my hips and pull me roughly back to you, so I’m standing too, leaning over the bed. I turn my head to you and beg “please, please, baby, I need your cock so hard in me.” With your cock in your hand, your head finds my hot wet pussy again, and you thrust in hard with another groan. I, too, gasp, and then I melt further forward onto the bed, using my hand to rub my clit. That strong feeling of a deep orgasm is building again.

Into my pussy you pound, grabbing my breast with one hand, with the other hand at my hip. My orgasm is building even stronger. I know it will be a deep one. I moan quietly, “oh, baby, honey, that’s it. I’m going to come so hard!” This drives you to grab both my hips and really pound your cock into me. You say softly between powerful thrusts, “there’s just something about your pussy that makes me crazy, baby. It always has.” With that, I explode into a deep, body clenching orgasm. It’s a good thing you’ve got me pinned between you and the bed, because that come was so good, my limbs are like limp noodles now. As I’m clenching through my release, you cry out, “fuck, yes!” and explode into me, your hips driving into me, as if you can’t get far enough into my pussy to satisfy your cock. I feel your throbbing as I relax and you collapse over me.

You slowly slip out of me, moving me up to get me gently settled into the bed again, putting my t-shirt and panties back on me so softly, because kids could come in after you leave, and really I’m no help yet after that incredible orgasm. You kiss me on the head and tuck the blanket tighter around me on your way to the shower. I snuggle back down into the covers and fall back asleep.

After 15 years of marriage, and with two kids who don’t seem to understand closed doors, along with a very small living space for now, it’s hard to find opportunities to enjoy each other. This one was quicker than we’d both like, but it’s good to prime the pump of being lovers along with parents and partners, even if it’s a quick encounter. Even if we don’t enjoy each other as often or in longer stretches as we did early in our marriage, we still love getting lost in each other.