After waking up far too early this morning, I got invited back to bed once M came upstairs. We slid between the sheets and cuddled for a bit while the cat scaled the hills and valleys of our bodies. We spooned with me cradling her from behind, mainly talking and getting comfortable with each other, warming up a bit. Then M rolled to face me, her breasts pressed tight against my chest and my stiff prick jutting awkwardly in between us.

M inched towards the headboard a little, bringing her neck into range, and I obliged by kissing and sucking just a bit, right below her ears. She purred and twisted in response, pressing even closer against me and rubbing her loins against my thigh. She was characteristically impatient, and took only a modest amount of nibbling before she rolled me onto my back and mounted me.

She positioned her hips so that the head of my cock bumped right against her clit, and then rested in that position, enjoying the rubbing and the length of my hot shaft against the lips of her cunt. She leaned forward enough to bring her breast to my mouth, and I sucked gently, drawing her nipple between my lips. I held her nipple gently with my teeth and lashed across it with my tongue. Her entire body responded; her nipple tightened, her breath grew ragged and her hips shuffled forward and back, rutting against my cock.

Soon her resolve broke and she moved forward just enough to catch the head of my cock between her damp pussy lips, and then started pushing down. I reached behind her hips and pulled her cheeks open, which parted her lips as well. With a curve of my spine, I pushed up and in. There was just enough friction that it took some gentle nudging to get fully buried, working in a quarter inch at a time, and then pulling back to spread pussy juices. The anticipation was wonderful, feeding her just a bit at a time, feeling her gasp and stretch to accommodate the fullness. Once our pubic bones pressed snug against each other, I started a slow patient stroke. M is impatient and always wants everything right now, but I know her well enough to know her strongest orgasms come when I draw things out a bit and make her wait, make her want and crave the release. She squirmed and rocked against me, rushing towards the coming release.

It finally hit her, in a long, drawn-out moan, and she sagged onto my chest. I kissed her neck and scratched across her ass cheeks until she sat back up. Then I pushed her further backwards until her palms were on my shins, leaned far back while I pushed up into her, getting closer to my own orgasm. She drew one leg up and planted her foot onto the mattress, raising her pelvis and inviting me to arch even higher, thrusting into her with a wet, slapping noise. I held onto her hips with both hands and bucked and thrust until I spasmed hot and damp inside her.

She laid down in front of me and I spooned against her again, just as we started, only a bit warmer and a little out of breath.