I stirred fairly early on Sunday morning. The day looked gray and cool outside the bedroom window, and I burrowed deeper into bed and pressed against M for warmth. She made a happy noise deep in her breast and pressed back against me, fitting her backside close to me. I slipped an arm under her resting head and pulled her shoulders to mine and started dropping feather kisses on her neck. She gave a pleased little wiggle, providing some warming friction between us.

With my arm around her shoulders, I used the fingers of that hand to paint across M’s nipples, feeling them come to attention. With my other hand, I massaged her hip, molding my fingers into her pelvis and slowly shifting the muscles under my hand. She squirmed and claimed I was tickling her. Tickling or not, anything that made her twist, push and breathe heavy seemed like a happy opening gambit to me. My hand sidled from her hip to her pubic bone, brushing through her small landing strip of hair and then descending over her pussy. Her lips were swollen from all the play of the day before, tight and withdrawn. I slowly dragged my fingers back and forth, up and down her lips, patiently playing with her. Meanwhile my other hand got a little more insistent, rolling her nipples between my finger tips, then cupping her entire breast and squeezing softly. I sucked at the base of her neck, scraping the tender skin with my teeth. She inhaled sharply and bent her neck to protect herself for just a second, then leaned the other way, inviting even more. I gave her a lingering, wet kiss in the crook of her neck and shoulder, holding it until she purred and squirmed against me. When I finally pulled away from her neck, she lifted a leg and swung it back over mine, encouraging me to delve into her honey pot.

I caressed along her lips, feeling them gradually open and part like flower petals welcoming the morning sun. I ran a finger along her hood and then shifted the skin softly, teasing the clit within. She moaned and rubbed her ass back against my stiffening cock, trapping it in the cleft of her ass and giving me a bare lap dance. I lightly pinched her labia between two fingers and pulled, stretching them out and then letting them pull free from the friction. I parted the lips and found traces of moisture welling from within. I teased the opening of her pussy, running my finger just around the rim, gathering her honey and then spreading it over her lips and clit. She gasped when I brushed her clit directly, and ground her ass against me with renewed enthusiasm.

I assumed she might be a bit sore from the previous day, and so slid my fingers in small circles over her clit hood, massaging her indirectly. She took it patiently for a few minutes, enjoying the slow lazy feeling, the spreading heat between her thighs. Soon enough, she was anxiously twitching her hips, trying to get more direct pressure on her clit, trying selfishly to get off. I left her hanging for a bit, resisting her efforts and instead teased her by continuing the same slow, steady stroking on the hood. I waited until she was whimpering before I relented, letting my fingertips graze her exposed clit just enough, spreading more of her flow until she was slick and then letting my fingers slip and glide freely over her clit until she leaned her head back on my shoulder and cried a long shuddering moan in orgasm. I clasped my fingers tight over her mound and held pressure, stretching out her orgasm for several long trembling seconds.

Once she could breath again, she bumped me with her hip, pushing me away, and then rolled onto all fours and came towards me. She pushed my shoulder back, rolling me supine, stiff cock jutting into the air. She ducked her head and took my cock in her mouth, briefly, just to get it good and wet, then lifted up and carefully eased her leg over my hip bones, settling her pussy over my cock and shifting back and forth, crushing my cock against her lips and clit. She gave only seconds of rutting before reaching down between her legs and nudging my cock head at the hungry mouth of her pussy. With a satisfied push and sigh, she sank down, taking my cock inside her. She sat still for a second, stretching, taking it all in, before she started a slow rocking back and forth, barely thrusting at all. I lifted my hands to her breasts, cupping them, lifting, pressing her nipples between my fingers. M’s eyes closed and she started moving more enthusiastically, lifting and falling on my cock, skewering herself on my shaft. She leaned forward a little, and I lifted my knees and started thrusting back at her, meeting each push. Between the thrusts and my teasing her nipples, she got lost in the pleasure and eventually stopped thrusting, crouched on my cock, accepting my thrusts form below. She started a running stream of obscenity, “Yes… oh god yes, so fucking good… so… fuck, yes, fuck…” I kept a steady pace, letting her ride this wave as it built and built and then crashed down around her in a loud quivering cum. She lay forward, collapsing on my chest. Her folded legs and parted cheeks meant her pussy blossomed behind her and I resumed shafting her from below, flexing my thighs and battering her clenching snatch. I moved my hands to her shoulders, supporting her weight, bringing her to just the right angle and settling her weight back through her hips, pushing against me. I pistoned eagerly, and when I felt the surge coming, I pushed her hard, pinning her on my cock while it surged and pulsed in release deep inside her. After several seconds, I let her collapse on my chest again and wrapped my arms around her, profoundly drained and renewed, all at once.