Waking up together

I woke slowly, the way you do when your body already knows it’s somewhere good.

Morning light, thin and golden, slipped through the gaps in the caravan curtains and painted warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air was thick with the smell of us — sweat, her pussy, and the unmistakable musk of the load I’d pumped deep inside her hours earlier. My arm was still draped over her waist, my palm cupping the heavy, warm weight of one of her tits. Her nipple was soft now, but it tightened the second my thumb brushed over it in my half-sleep.

Alice was still out, breathing slow and deep, her thick body curled back against mine like she’d been made to fit there. My cock had woken before the rest of me — rock hard, pressed right between the plush cheeks of her ass, the head nudging against the sticky mess between her thighs. I could feel it: the dried streaks of my cum on her skin, the way her pussy lips were still slightly puffy and slick from being used so thoroughly last night.

I didn’t move at first. Just lay there breathing her in, letting the memories slide back in slow motion. The way she’d begged me not to stop. The way her thick thighs had trembled around my head while I ate her for that first hour. The wet, filthy sound of my cock driving into her raw. The way she’d grabbed my hands and made me squeeze her tits while I emptied my balls inside her with zero discussion of protection.

My dick twitched hard at the thought.

Alice stirred with a soft, sleepy sound, her ass pressing back against me instinctively. The movement dragged the head of my cock along her slit, and I felt how wet she still was — a mix of her arousal and the cum I’d left in her. She made another little noise, half moan, half sigh, and I felt her thighs part just enough to let me slide between them.

“Morning,” she murmured, voice husky with sleep. She didn’t open her eyes yet. Just reached back, found my hip, and pulled me closer.

“Morning,” I answered, voice rough. I kissed the back of her neck, right where her dark hair was messy against her skin, and let my hand slide down from her tit to the soft curve of her stomach, then lower. My fingers found her pussy and she was soaked — hot and slippery, my cum still leaking out of her in a slow, obscene trickle.

“Fuck,” I breathed against her ear. “You’re still full of me.”

She shivered, and I felt her smile against the pillow. “Yeah… I can feel it.” Her voice was shy and filthy at the same time. “Every time I move I feel it dripping out.”

That did it.

I shifted my hips, dragging my cock back and forth through her folds, coating myself in the mess we’d made. She was so wet it was effortless. I found her entrance and pushed in slow — one long, smooth thrust until I was buried to the hilt again. Alice let out a low, broken moan, her thick body arching back into me.

We stayed like that for a while. Spooned tight, my cock deep inside her, barely moving at first. Just rocking together in lazy, shallow strokes while my hand roamed her body — squeezing her heavy tits, pinching her nipples, sliding down to rub slow circles over her clit. The caravan was quiet except for our breathing and the wet, filthy sound of me sliding through last night’s cum.

“You feel so good like this,” I murmured against her shoulder. “All messy and full of me. You like waking up with my load still inside you?”

She nodded, biting her lip hard. “Mmhmm… feels so dirty. Like you claimed me or something.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the way her pussy clenched around me said everything.

I started fucking her properly then — still spooned, but deeper now, each thrust pushing more of my cum out around my cock and down her thick thighs. She reached back and grabbed my ass, pulling me harder into her. The angle was perfect for hitting that spot inside her that made her thighs shake. I kept one hand on her tit, the other working her clit, and I could feel how close she was already.

Her moans were getting louder. Too loud for how thin these walls were.

I covered her mouth with my hand and kept fucking her, slow and deep and relentless. “Shhh,” I whispered, even though part of me wanted to hear her scream again. “Your dad’s right out there somewhere.”

That only made her wetter.

She came with a muffled cry against my palm, her pussy pulsing hard around my cock, fresh wetness flooding out and mixing with the mess already there. I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, chasing my own orgasm, the risk of being heard making everything sharper, hotter.

I was right on the edge when it happened.

A man’s voice — her dad’s voice — called out from somewhere near the house, not far at all.

“Alice? You up, love? I’m making bacon and eggs if you want some.”

We both froze for half a second, my cock still buried deep inside her, her pussy still fluttering from her orgasm.

Alice’s eyes were wide, glassy, a little wild. She turned her head just enough to look at me over her shoulder, and the filthy little smile that curved her lips made my balls tighten.

She didn’t answer him.

Instead she pushed her ass back harder against me and whispered, “Don’t stop.”