Wake up

I awoke the next morning to the glorious sight of Ashley Benedict resting under me, still impaled. Fortunately Power had cleaned us as we slept, or things would have been sticky and uncomfortable. Apparently her dream was a pleasant one, because there was a slight smile on her face and her inner muscles were working on me just a little. The little wisps of satin she had worn the night before were now somewhere on the floor, wherever threw them away. I gently pulled out and let her keep sleeping as I wandered out onto the deck, careful not to let the sun in to disturb her (the windows automatically opaqued during the night, the house detecting that we were asleep). I called to the kitchen to have Wendy prepare breakfast for service on the deck, she replied in a think accent she hadn't had the day before, which made me curious what form she would take today (although since the accent was whatever body she had as the cook, she would be different again when she came up to serve us as the maid). I amended it to brunch after looking at the my phone; we had slept in a bit after last nights exertions.

Despite my efforts, I saw that Ashley had awoken. She smiled sleepily at me as I admired her nude frame illuminated by the morning sun in the doorway, gesturing to me to come back to the bed. I lay back beside her and she put out her arms to me lay her head on my chest. "Do you know how many times I've dreamed about waking up with you?" she asked, after a time. "It's been like my biggest dream since I met you, and now it's finally true. Too bad it's just this weekend."

"Let's enjoy just this weekend, and think about later later," I suggested. "Carpe diem, and all that?" she replied. "If it's what we have. What were you dreaming about?" I asked to change the subject. "I don't remember the dream," she answered, reaching out to touch my cock, which had begun to harden just by proximity, "but I remember you were still in me when we fell asleep, so maybe that's the explanation." she said. "I woke up horny." With no further ado, she swung a leg over me and straddled my hips, reaching behind herself to guide my cock into her. It entered easily, as she was already quite wet even though we had just got up. "Must have been quite a dream," I commented. "You're as wet as if we'd been fooling around for while."

"Must have been," she agreed. She made no effort to fuck, just laid herself down on top of me, and purred with the pleasure of having my cock inside her again. We lay like that, one or the other of us moving occasionally to adjust our positions. Occasionally we would kiss, but it was mostly a loving hug that happened to include penetration. I was enjoying the hug, but I was also got anxious for more after a while. I let her take the lead, though. "Are you ready for more?" she faintly asked, arching a brow as if to ask why I hadn't done anything. I kissed my assent and she shifted to squat over me and raised her hips, letting my cock come almost all the way out of her pussy, then sliding back down very slowly. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply with the sensations she felt deep inside her, as she again very slowly raised and lowered her pussy. I loved the sight of her bald pussy stretched open around my cock. I reached out to touch her clit, which I could easily see without it's concealment. She breathed harder and sped up her pace, leaning forward to support herself on my shoulders. I was able to reach out grab one of her nipples, twisting and tweaking it. Ashley's pace increased, and she fucked hard for a few minutes, then got tired and lay atop me. "C'mon, Tom, do it," she whispered in my ear.

I rolled us both over and commenced 'doing it', pounding down into her as he had recently been bouncing on me. Ashley wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me in and urging me on with her heels on my ass. I pounded down into her again and again, and her arms hugged me tightly to her. "That's good, that's good, Oh, that's good!" " she cried, louder with each thrust. I held on for the few more strokes that Ashley needed, slamming into her harder and harder, until she cried out and her legs tightened, pulling me close as she convulsed; I slammed fully in one last time and shot my seed into her.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil