I love waking up with Kristen.
For one, she usually sleeps naked. I still sleep lightly with someone else in my bed, and often wake before her and feel her next to me, shift from whatever sleeping position I’ve gotten myself into overnight and slide my arm back under her neck and pillow, cradle her close to me.
This particular morning, I woke already turned on. A dream, a feeling, the closeness of how we fell asleep together—who knows why. She was wearing a tiny cotton summer dress as a nightgown, and I knew she was bare under it. I knew she’d shaved her pussy recently, too, that it was all smooth and soft, that I could touch her lips without anything in the way.
I dozed a while, tried to wait until a more reasonable hour before waking her. Each time I woke she had shifted slightly closer, curled against my chest, in my embrace, one leg over mine, entangling.
Eventually I couldn’t wait any longer. I slowly touched her, her thighs, sliding my hand up between her legs.
She hums a little and nuzzles into my neck, spreads her thighs apart at my touch, not really awake yet.
This story contains some Daddy/girl dirty talk. If you’d like to read on …
“I woke up with my cock all hard,” I say, low, into her ear. She stirs. My fingers find her cunt, her soft skin and folds, and caress sweetly. She convulses the moment I slip my fingers in. “That’s what I wanted, yeah,” I continue to murmur. “That tight little hole, oh you feel so good.”
“Ohhh Daddy … ” she breathes, grasping onto my a-shirt. She tightens and I can feel she’s close already. “I don’t want to come yet, wait,” she says, eyes open, and I back off, still touching but lighter, slower, more time between strokes, more space.
“I don’t know what it was that woke me up this way,” I keep whispering, “Maybe your little dress with nothing underneath. I want to play with you today.” I try to let it build, we kiss, I touch her clit and wrap my other arm around her, hold her wrist in my hand, bite her lips.
“Yes Daddy, please Daddy.”
“You want to play some games with me, pretty girl? Like take my cock out and touch it? Let me put it in you?”
“I like it, Daddy, I like it inside me.”
“Me too baby, and look how hard you get me, dirty girl, just thinking about you gets me all hard. We have to get up, though, we don’t have time to play now, and I’m going to be all hard for you all day, all hard for this pretty cunt, your tight little pussy. We need some time to play later, promise?”
“I promise, I promise,” whimpering now, she’s close.
“Oh my sweet girl, you feel so good,” I add another finger, thrust hard inside her, “That’s what I wanted, I wanted to feel you come for me, fill you up …” and she does, she comes in a gasp, that muscular tightening that curls her body, contracting from her stomach to her fingertips, and then she releases, settles back down next to me, kisses me sweet.
“We can’t stay sleeping all morning, we have things to do, remember.” I say.
“Yeah … just another minute here.” And we curl around each other before we have to face the day.
Later, we’re back in bed, it’s dark, both tired from all that was accomplished in the short time between sunrise and sunset. We didn’t get a chance to play. I still want to.
I pull her close. “You got a lot of attention today,” I whisper. “What with the morning, the four or five or seven times you came.”
“Maybe it’s your turn?” she asks.
I bring her hand down underneath my boxers and she softly swirls her fingers around my cunt, exploring. I’m on my back, knees bent, one up in the air and the other under her thigh. She takes her time, shifts closer to me, lightly touching all over my lips, working her way up to my clit, teasing, drawing circles, slow and sweet. It’s been a while since she used her fingers like this. She doesn’t usually go so slowly or softly, and it’s lovely.
She slides a finger inside, two, and I’m wet, it’s easy and feels lovely. She curls her fingers and I like the tug on my g-spot. I bring my own hand down and while she’s still got two fingers inside I touch my clit, surprised at how wet she’s got me, slick and easy and swollen, and I come easily, easier than usual, back arching, mouth open. Kristen kisses me, my neck, my chin, my cheeks, settles on top of me and wraps her arms around me for a minute before shifting next to me, pulling the blankets up.
I’m a little dazed. “I still want … more … ”
She knows what I mean. “Let’s make some time.” It’s a challenge to have enough time to be able to go deep in the ways that we both like to explore, but we both make it happen. And it is so worth it.comment on this
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