At the stroke of morning.

I came to bed late, and she was already sound asleep. Snuggling close, I enjoyed caressing her thighs as I settled myself into bed. She moved to one side, and as I drifted in my exhaustion, I thoroughly enjoyed gently exploring and caressing her lovely ass. Her seam was warm and soft, and for a few moments I pondered waking her enough to slide my hardening thickness inside her soft pussy. She's often made it clear to me that she enjoys it when I do that, but this night was one for sleep.

Classical music streamed quietly into our bedroom as the clock went off. I had set it with more than enough time to spare before needing to get ready for work, and while the cats desperately desired that I feed them, my awakening libido was apparently even hungrier than they were. She stirred beside me as Brahams could be faintly heard in the dimness.

"Your touch felt nice last night," she whispered. "I'm sorry that I was too asleep to be woken up..."

Kissing her head gently, I resumed my caresses. Her thighs, her belly, her calves all felt wonderful as I drifted back into consciousness. She sighed and cooed beside me, nuzzling her head into my chest, enjoying my kisses upon her ear and cheek. In time, I found myself caressing her folds, teasing her gently, enjoying the creases and nuances to the soft flesh between her thighs. Her clit was growing, and I could feel it begin to harden under her skin. My hand began its slow, soft circles, and soon she was sighing just ever so more clearly.

Between caresses, my fingers began to jill her in earnest. She continued nuzzling against me, but she also had parted her legs and nestled herself comfortably. She was ready to be stroked, and I was enjoying every morning moment. It wasn't long before she asked for more pressure, and by then my fingertips were actively circling around her lovely clit. She was becoming wetter and wetter, and her gasps had begun to deepen. Soon after, she had her first cum, and I smiled to myself as she shuddered.

She might have expected me to take her then, but I was enjoying this too much. Continuing to jill her, her second cum happened sooner, and deeper, than the first, and her gush was much more audible as she arched her back in ecstacy. She's so much fun.

We were still somewhat sleepy, so her leg matter-of-factly found itself moving as I matter-of-factly positioned myself to slide into her. The casualness of it was endearing, but she still wanted to hold my dick against her clit before she had it deep inside. She does this often when we're together, and I've learned how much fun it is when she uses my shaft to rub herself. My balls quake when she does this, and it feels glorious, especially when she jills herself off to orgasm with my shaft in her hand.

This morning, she only did this briefly though, and then parted her legs wider and guided my thick cockhead to her folds almost immediately. I smiled to myself, eased her thighs beside my ribs, found good position with my knees, and started to slowly stroke in. I wanted to take it slow this morning, to really feel her gushed wetness and velvet. Holding myself with hands above her shoulders on the bed, her legs wrapped around me, I pumped with slow, even, deepening strokes. My cock became thicker and wider the more slowly I fucked her, and it was heavenly. Sliding in as deeply as I could, I groaned as I felt her pussy against my base, her cloying flesh accepting me so comfortably. Pumping with my hips, I had to ease off several times else I cum too soon... she was feeling that good. But when the time came, I noisily slid out of her, and began stroking as I hovered over her belly. I burst upon her, and she wiggled and cooed even more as she felt my cum splash across her navel and tummy. We lay together, embracing, our nectars between us, as we kissed and wished each other a good morning.