Morning light

Michael woke to an early morning sun leaking through the curtains. Drowsy, he rolled over and startled to see Erica's head on the next pillow. Not a dream after all, he thought.

He watched he sleep, her face quiet in repose, and admired the play of sunlight and shadow on her shoulders and hair. Carefully, he slid the sheet down her body, exposing her back and her taut buttocks. She murmured, squirmed slightly, and fell into repose again, her thighs slightly parted.

The sight of her nubile body worked on him, and the pleasant drained ache in his groin started to be replaced by a rekindling lust. He reached out a hand, tracing a finger gently down her spine, seeing her move slightly to his touch.

Her legs stirred again, flexing her buttocks, and his cock flexed at the image. He reached out, stroking the firm globes of her ass and hear a happy, sleepy murmur in response. He smiled and leaned forward, inhaling the aroma of her sex. His tongue traced a pattern on her thigh, tickling upwards. She murmured and shifted again, snuggling into the pillow.

Michael put one knee between her thighs, gently pushing her legs apart. His tongue traced upwards, seeking her, finding her, his hands spreading her cheeks apart as he tasted her. She moaned again, squirming slightly, opening herself wider to him. His tongue found her folds and probed them, withdrew, tickled the sensitive skin, his hands massaging and kneading her ass.

His tongue licked upwards, leaving her sex, tracing between her cheeks, orbiting the rosebud of her ass. A deeper moan escaped her and her hips lifted to him, welcoming him. His tongue flickered against her ass, teasing it, as one hand slipped into her dampness, fingers opening her, probing her.

Her body responded fully to his hands and mouth, writhing, urging him. Her moaning still sounded half asleep, as though she enjoyed a fevered dream. He slipped a finger into her moistened ass, and Erica gave a deep guttural groan as it penetrated her, her back arching and her hips rising. Michael's tongue flickered over her, inhaling her, devouring her.

He was incredibly hard and the scent and taste and sight of her were overpowering . He rose to his knees, pulling his finger out of her ass as he did so. A long disappointed moan escaped her.

"No. Put it back," she demanded breathlessly, writhing. He obeyed, sheathing his finger in her ass as he rubbed his cock against her, the head parting her folds, teasing her. She rocked her hips, trying to capture him, her hands clutching the pillows, her face buried in them, groaning with pleasure and frustration.

"God, don't torment me," she whined, turning her head imploringly.

"Say what you need," he gasped, continuing to tease the head of his cock between her lips and refusing to let her impale herself. He started to withdraw his finger from her ass.

"Don't you dare take that out. Fuck me, stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me. Take me anyway you want to. Treat me like a bitch in heat." Her words came out as a moaning, pleading, urgent babble.

He felt like he was about to explode and somehow found the restraint to tease her yet again, just wanting to hear her whine. Then he surrendered to his own incandescent need and thrust into her, groaning with delight. Her muscles tightened around him, holding him, squeezing him. She pushed herself backwards, welcoming his dual invasion of her body, her fists clenching in the pillows as she wailed in joy.