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I laid there, bare from belly button down, legs moving together until I gave up looking for the touch I needed. 

A snore erupted from beside me. Well, now is a great time as any to wake him up in a fun way , I thought. 

"Mmm," I said, as I took his hand and traced his fingertips from my thigh to where I wanted help most. One finger at a time, I moved his digits through my arousal until all four were coated, and I was throbbing for more. He stirred, clearly awoken, though allowing me to continue what I desired. That's when I turned my hips toward him for better access and thrust into his hand as I made a cup with his palm. Yes, that was it. That was closer to what I needed. 

He picked his head up still clouded with sleep, and the bit of saliva sneaking out of the corner of his mouth made me want to ride his face instead. I bit my lip and thrust into his hand again, this time arching my back dramatically and pushing my chest toward him, hoping he would take a nipple into his mouth right through my nightshirt.

Without a word, he took the tips of his first two fingers and spread my pussy lips wide before slipping a finger in. As if he could read my mind, he slipped in another and curled them around my pubic bone as he pulled my hips to him with a low growl. I'd awoken the beast I wanted so badly. 

A moan escaped from my throat, the same one I had heard in my dreams but he was now making it a reality. His fingertips sliding in further as they took possession of my pulsing lower half sent shivers down my spine, yet he simultaneously made beads of heated sweat gather at the nape of my neck. He pushed his face into my chest searching for a nipple to grab, successfully rolling it between his teeth with my t-shirt soaking up his spit. I pushed my hips harder into his hand, begging silently for him to give me a promise of one more finger, or whatever play he wanted to make next honestly. 

He grumbled into my chest, the rumbling driving me even more mad as my vocals echoed through our bedroom. I moved my hips into him again and again simply wanting more. He obliged as I writhed there, our bed squeaking beneath us. He draped his long leg over mine to hold me steady and worked his hand between my now-clenched thighs. His thumb circled between the crown of my folds, and my belly began to tighten and clench at his ministrations. 

I shut my eyes tight. I licked my drying lips in between the o-shapes I made. My breathing picked up, and I let my chest relax as I made organic noises louder and louder. I felt him watching me as a breeze from our open window cooled the moistened spot on my breast where his mouth had vacated. My chest tingled at the sensation of the wind as my pussy tingled with each hard stroke, faster and faster now. 

"Yes," he whispered between us, and somehow that was all the permission I needed to squeeze around his three fingers now stroking me inside. He pushed his thumb flat to my clit as I came, not letting up his work one bit as he watched me unfold before him. I clenched my toes, tensed my legs beneath his and screamed his name coated in pleasure. 

With his leg wrapped around mine and his hand still inside, he pulled me fully flush to him, his own naked arousal pushing hard into my abdomen. He adjusted himself so his other arm lay in the crook of my neck, the perfect height for us to lay together as we stared into each other's eyes. As he withdrew his hand from my still throbbing pussy, a small squeak escaped; it was a squeak to signify my body would miss that hand but was excited for him to penetrate me with his erection next. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stroked himself, once, twice, thrice; then, he poked the head of his penis into my folds. I moved the best I could for him to enter, but he wouldn't allow it yet. 

Instead he slid his full length between the apex of my thighs, riling me up again to beg for him. He hardened even more between my lower lips which told me he wanted me just as bad. He was not only building my anticipated bliss but his own as well. I looked at the lines on his forehead, to his brow, into his eyes and settled my gaze on his lips. I pulled his head to mine with a need for our mouths to connect, and that was his invitation to fuck me like our lives depended on it. 

He shoved his cock deep into me, and my mind went blank as my mouth hung open against his. The last bits of orgasm clung to my insides and him as he moved to the rhythm of our breaths hitting each other in pants. He pulled some of my hair and exposed my neck, biting the skin below my ear. 

It hurt, but pain is pleasure if done right. 

And, fuck, did he always do me right. 

I could feel his erection slide against my g spot as he thrust into me, the head of his cock so deep. When he slid out he did so in a way that snaked against my clit. He let go of my hair to grab my ass and keep my hips where he needed them. We found each other's gaze again, our eyebrows rising and dipping with each thrust and gasp. I quickly lost my will to him, succumbing to his movements over again. I tried to call his name but instead found myself at a loss for words as he looked into my soul, connecting and finding me both physically and emotionally. He came hard with one more pound to my hips and nails digging into my ass, never removing his stare from mine.

We were sweaty against each other, the covers long discarded to the floor somewhere. His skin was hot and slippery against mine, and his cock slowly softened inside me. His seed was warm, languidly finding its way to my thighs to mix with the other juices there. 

We laid in petering bliss, trying to catch our breath and calm our lungs after the blazing encounter between us. We held each other in lust and passion, the kind that you only find after that exceptional physical connection that includes exploding orgasms. I sighed as I idly played with his hair and his hand stroked my bare hip mindlessly. 

"Thank you," I whispered hoarsely. He simply smiled something calm, dimples making craters in his cheeks beneath his graying scruff. The corners of his eyes creased like crow's feet, and he reached over to my chin, planting a kiss to my lips. He pulled out slowly, both of us hitching our breaths as our sensitive nerve bundles ached in pleasure. He rolled onto his back and me onto mine.

I laid my forearm across my forehead and my other across my abdomen. Satiated and buzzing in morning delight, I slowly drifted back into a dream of flowered fields blooming with the spring.