Good fucking morning

I awake disoriented once again. The alarm is unfamiliar, and I have a woman in my arms. One hand is gently, protectively wrapped around a big, soft tit; the other is caught between her thighs, pressing into her slit. I’m rather stiff, suggesting that I’ve spent quite some time in this position.

As the fog of sleep clears, I remember where I am, and why. It seems that once we fell back to sleep after making love, my subconscious prioritized Kristina above everything else. She obviously didn’t object, given the moisture on my hand. Neither, I suddenly realize, did my cock, which is fully erect and hard as steel.

I shift out from behind Kristina and turn off the alarm; without me to prop her up, she rolls onto her back. Her legs splay out, and I decide I have a much better way to wake her up than any alarm. I position myself between her thighs and start licking her girl-honey from her quim with long strokes of a broad, flat tongue. She moans softly and shifts in her sleep. I plunge my tongue into her flowing honeypot, licking her cunt and sucking out her juices, and she moans louder. Her body is stirring, and I think she’s waking up. I pull my tongue out and close my lips on her clit, slipping a finger into her hotbox. I lightly suckle her love button, teasing and caressing it with my tongue, as I stroke her G-spot; then I slip a second finger in to join the first.

I’m watching Kristina’s face, so I see when her eyes open. Time to finish her off, I think. I suck hard on her pearl, lashing it with my tongue, and start humming the bass riff from “Under Pressure.” At the same time, I press my fingers into her G-spot and start rubbing faster. “Fuck me hard, lover,” she moans, “I thought you were a fucking dream—you’re a fucking dream come true—ooooooh, fuck me sideways, you have a magic mouth. Ohhhh, baby, your mouth feels so, so, so, so good on my clit, so good, so fucking good—ooooooh, suck that clit, suck it just like that, just don’t, don’t, don’t stop, I’m close, so close, so fucking close. Eat my hot little pussy, lover, make me cum, make me cum so hard on your fucking tongue I can’t see straight—fuck me crazy, I’m gonna cum all over your face. Make me—make me—I’m cum—I’m—fuck!”

Kristina writhes wildly beneath me, her back arched, her eyes rolled back in her head, as her orgasm tears through her like a runaway freight train. Her mouth is open, but no sound comes out. Her cunt holds my fingers still like a velvet vise, but I keep sucking on her love button as the waves of ecstasy wrack her body.

When her muscles relax at last, Kristina reaches for me. “Come up here,” she purrs, drawing me up her body. She draws me in for a long, passionate kiss, slowly wanking my cock as our tongues play. She breaks off and says breathlessly, “Thank you, baby—that’s a beautiful way to wake up.” She looks deep into my eyes, bucks her hips, and guides my cockhead into her welcoming pussy. “Take me, lover,” she breathes. “I need you so fucking much. Take me and make me yours.”

As I drive my cock deep into her tight, wet heat, I can tell it won’t take much for me to cum, and I’m pretty sure the same is true for Kristina. I decide to take it slowly. I lower myself on top of her, propping my torso up just a little with my elbows, and slide my forearms beneath her. She wraps hers around me and pulls me down all the way, holding me fiercely tight. I lock my lips on hers and kiss her hungrily as I fuck her pussy with long, slow strokes. Our tongues fence lightly as I pull out until only my cockhead remains within her gates, then slowly drive my shaft home as deep as I can go. When I feel myself close to cumming, I hold myself sheathed deep in her body until the feeling recedes a little, then resume thrusting.

We fuck in silence for a delirious, dreamlike time, making out with an almost **** intensity. When Kristina throws her head back, I kiss her jawline and her neck, and she moans, “I’m so close, baby, I need you so much. Fill me with that big mommy-maker—cum inside me and make me cum. I need to feel your cum in me, lover—I need to feel your heat filling my hungry little pussy. Please, baby, please, let me feel you cum. Give me everything you’ve got and make me cum. You’ve got me so close, I’m so horny, so hungry for you. Take me, baby, and make me your woman. Cum hard in my tight little pussy and make me cum all over your big fucking cock. Give it to me, lover. Give me all of it.”

I nibble Kristina’s neck and make her yelp. I can feel my orgasm building again in my balls and decide this time I won’t hold back. “Yeah, baby, get ready to take it,” I tell her. “Get ready for me to fill your pussy with my cum. Take it all, and cum for me, lover. Let me feel you cum—let me feel you go crazy on my cock. Let me feel you lose control for me. Let me feel your sweet pussy squeeze my big cock, and let me hear you say my name when you cum. Let me hear you cry out my name.” I’m not sure why I said that, but before I can start to be afraid I’ve made a terrible mistake, her eyes fly open, filled with desire—and gratitude. That does it for me. I drive my sword home in her sheath and moan, “Get ready to take it, baby, ’cause here I cum.”

As my orgasm blasts through me, launching rope after rope of spunk deep into Kristina’s womb, she gets an exultant look on her face and cries, “Yes! Yes! Cum for me, lover! Give me your baby batter. AAAAAHHHHH!” Her pussy clamps down hard on my prick, squeezing it for all it’s worth; her back arches and she drives her hips into me. Her body writhes, and I can feel her tremble. Suddenly she bursts out, “Ohhhhh! FUCK! Andrew!” I clamp my mouth on hers, and we devour each other’s lips like a pair of starvelings as ecstasy wracks our bodies with fire.

We cuddle for a while after our orgasms pass. I ask her if she wants me to stay with her again tonight. “If I’m here tonight,” she replies. “I’ll need to leave for the funeral—I don’t know when. If you can stay with me until then—” Her voice breaks, and I hold her fiercely; she rests her head against my chest and cries softly.

“I’m here for you,” I assure her softly as I stroke her hair. “I’m here for you.” I laugh a little, surprising her. “And tonight, I’ll even be here with my toothbrush.” She giggles, and I can feel the tension in her body ease again. This is how it will be for a while, I can tell. I can’t really make things better—but I can make this moment better. That much, I can do.

We lie together at peace until Kristina notices the time. The resulting scramble breaks the mood, unfortunately, but she manages to leave just in time to get where she’s going when she needs to be there. I help take care of her, then get myself ready; she tells me what I need to do to lock up. I’m out the door not too long after she leaves, on my way to the dorm to get cleaned up for the day.