The morning after

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have. The first thing I register is the dazed confusion of trying to figure out what’s going on when I hear the ungodly trill of a phone alarm piercing the quiet.

I hear a groan and it’s followed by a long, whiny, “Noooo…”

I squint from the light flooding the room, feeling disoriented for a second. The room is bright, and the sheets are tangled around my legs as I lie on my back. Then I feel her roll away, blindly reaching for the nightstand to silence the alarm. When it stops, she rolls back and one of my arms wraps around her.

When one of her legs crosses over to rest across me, trapping my member beneath her soft thigh, the reality of where I am hits me. I’m in Sofia’s bed. Naked. And she’s draping herself over me.

It’s the day after the most amazing birthday. She nuzzles closer and I kiss the top of her head as she lets out a sleepy little hum.

“Good morning,” I whisper, smiling into the mess of her hair.

She moans petulantly, burrowing closer. “Shush. I never get a chance to sleep in. Go back to bed.”

I chuckle quietly, tightening my arm around her waist. “Yes ma’am.”

She makes a pleased little sound, and I close my eyes, content to let her lie on me, but my body has other ideas.

All of her movements and the smell of her hair have me thickening under the weight of her leg. It swells steadily until it’s pressing up against the soft inside of her thigh. The quietness of the room is interrupted by her sleepy chuckle. She lifts her thigh, freeing my member, then raises her head to look down at my rapidly hardening shaft.

“Okay,” she mutters, still sounding groggy with sleep but amused, “maybe we’ve slept enough.”

Laying her head back down on my shoulder, she tilts her head back to peer up at me, then leans in for our first “good morning” kiss. Our lips meet in a lazy, sleepy kiss that quickly wakes us both up. Her mouth is as soft and warm as I remember it. Sofia shifts, sliding her thigh higher on my waist, then pushes up so she’s straddling me.

I pay particular attention to the feel of her tits pressing against my chest while her thick hair falls around our faces. I groan into her mouth, and love the feel of her skin as my hands caress the smooth golden surface of her back, until I cup her perfect ass.

She winces a little, and it takes me a second to remember just how hard I had spanked her. I start to feel bad for a second, but then remember it was her idea in the first place, and that she was the one who goaded me into doing it harder.

“Still tender?” I murmur, breaking the kiss.

She pulls back, making eye contact, as a wicked smile plays across her lips. “A little. But it’s okay. I didn’t think you’d end up doing it so hard after how scared you were when you started, though.”

“I wasn’t scared,” I start to sheepishly defend myself, but I’m cut off before I get too far.

She starts rolling her hips and dragging her pussy along the underside of my cock. She comes back in and we start making out some more. It doesn’t take long before I feel her getting wetter to the point her juices are coating me. Every pass makes the feeling of her along my length go that much smoother, until I’m throbbing under her weight.

“God, that thing between your legs really is something else,” she groans after a solid minute of just kissing and grinding. She rocks a little harder, and slides further forward so that the swollen head of my cock catches briefly at her entrance before it twitches as the sensitive head is teased. When it flexes automatically, it causes it to skid up through her lovely butt cleavage.

She lets out a soft, breathy laugh, almost giggling, and moves further up my body again and repositions. Then she tilts her hips just right, angling herself perfectly, and on the next push back she captures me. The head pops inside her with a mild squelching sound, and we both freeze for half a second at the sudden stretch.

She gasps, and her eyes flutter shut. “Mmm… I think my cosita’s still a little swollen from last night,” she murmurs, but she’s half-laughing. It’s followed by a quiet moan as she pauses, letting just the tip rest inside her. Her tender and sensitive inner walls flutter around me, gripping like she’s trying to decide whether to push me out or pull me deeper.

I groan as well, and my hands dig into her hips. “You sure you’re okay? We can–”

She shakes her head, cutting me off. “Mm-mm,” she hums. “I swear, I can still feel everything from last night.” Before I can say anything more, she lifts herself off my cock. The air feels cold at the loss when I slip free with a wet flop against my abdomen. “Don’t get me wrong, it was more than worth it, but I don’t think I’m ready for another round just yet.”

My length is glistening with her arousal and bobbing heavily over my stomach as she dismounts my rod, clearly still tender. She kisses her way down my body, trailing her hair over my chest and stomach as she works her way lower. When she settles between my legs, she looks up at me through those thick lashes, with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Let’s see if my mouth can take care of you instead,” she murmurs. “Just lay back and relax.”

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