Passionate Morning Sex To Start My Day ♕

Passionate morning sex

Passionate morning sex was on my mind. The sun hadn’t fully risen when I awoke, and the light trickling through the sheer curtains was bright enough that I kept my eyes closed. The fact that I was lying here with him on a weekday morning wanting hot morning sex brought a smile to my face. Our moments together, from lusty and hot ones to sweet ones when we just slept beside one another, never stopped enthralling me. I stretched out my leg, careful not to shift too hard on the mattress surface, but he stirred behind me anyway. His hand reached out to brush over my hip. “Are you awake?” he whispered. “Yes, barely.”

“Mmm.” He uttered the noise before scooting against me, the width of his chest warm on my back and his legs folded up beneath my thighs. His rock-hard cock was against my back. Brushing aside my hair, he pressed soft kisses on my neck and shoulder. I rubbed my cheek against the pillow and opened my eyes to him nestling closer. Wanting passionate morning sex.

He ran his hand down over my hip, caressing it while he spoke against my neck. “Most is hard to say.” He curved his fingers around my hip bone, teasing me with the dig of his fingertips. “The fact that your ass was on display for me. The way you jumped around on my knee…and rubbed your clit on me.” So I took a deep breath, and he shifted his fingers forward, stroking the top of my mound with the faintest touch. “The sound of my hand on you?”

“That was sexy.”

Our passionate morning sex was HOT!

I responded. The spanking I was still pondering, but that, yes. That pussy smack had done me in. So then his fingers crept between my folds, insistent, exploring. They slid inside and I moaned. “You’re already dripping from us talking about it. I love how talking to you makes you want our passionate morning sex.”

So I rolled backward into him, kicking my leg out and over his thigh to give him better access. He slid his arm between the mattress and my waist and hoisted me until I was almost on top of him. The fingers of his other hand sank in as far as they could. He clapped a hand over my breast and held me to him, his mouth hot on the top of my shoulder.

“Oh, God…”
He drew his fingers out, then swiped the pads fast over my clit like I loved.  So I gasped. “Your clit is so swollen. Open your legs more, love.” I was splayed over him, and he tugged me fully atop him to plunge his fingers in again. I wound my fingers into my hair, loving how he held me, how deep his fingers sank before he stole them out to rub my wetness all over my swollen bud.

“Fuck…” I bucked my hips but he pressed harder into me. Our passionate morning sex.

“Stay open like this.” I moaned as his fingers dipped in, and then out in a teasing manner. He cinched me tighter with the hand on my chest to clap the other gently against my cunt. “Oh…oh, yes.”

He growled behind me. “You like that, don’t you?”

Mmmm, want more passionate morning sex? Maybe me fucking the pool guy? Call me