Spooner's Morning Delight

The digital clock glowed a sickly green in the pre-dawn gloom, displaying 6:17 AM. I didn’t bother to check my phone for the actual time. Sleep had been a tangled mess of dreams and restless turns, and the lingering warmth of Greg’s body against mine was a far more reliable indicator of its passing. He’d fallen asleep spooning against my back, his substantial weight a comforting presence, his thick, insistent cock nestled deep between my legs. The scent of his sandalwood cologne, mixed with the faintest trace of morning sweat, filled my nostrils. It was a potent combination, one that instantly dissolved any lingering anxieties and replaced them with a primal, undeniable desire.

Without thinking, I reached down, my fingers instinctively seeking the familiar warmth of his member. The initial contact sent a shiver through me, a delicious anticipation building with each stroke. The head of his cock, swollen and firm, responded eagerly, growing longer and harder with my attention. I began to gently rock my hips, feeling the muscles in my thighs tense as I found my rhythm. The movement, combined with my own arousal, escalated rapidly, creating a wave of heat and wetness that surged through my body. It wasn't long before his cock began to slide between my thighs, a slow, insistent invitation that I couldn’t resist. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control. My pussy, primed and ready, welcomed his advance with a moan that escaped my lips before I could fully restrain it.

As he entered, the world narrowed to the feel of his warm, moist flesh against my sensitive tissues. The initial thrust was slow and deliberate, a calculated tease, but quickly morphed into a forceful, insistent rhythm. My body responded instinctively, my muscles clenching and releasing in time with his movements. My fingers, desperate to find additional stimulation, wrapped themselves around the base of his cock, pulling and tugging, amplifying the pleasure.

“Mmmm, good morning, beautiful,” he rumbled, his voice thick with sleep and arousal. The words were a confirmation of my own burgeoning desires, a validation of the exquisite sensations I was experiencing. As he withdrew, he thrust back in with renewed vigor, his movements becoming more insistent, more demanding. His hand glided up my side, cupping my breast with surprising strength, squeezing it firmly until my nipples threatened to burst. The pressure sent a jolt through my body, a delicious shock that heightened my sensitivity. Simultaneously, he hooked my thigh with his other hand, pulling it upwards towards my shoulder, forcing me to turn my head and face him directly. The angle felt both vulnerable and intensely pleasurable. His cock pressed against my pussy, an invasive, demanding touch that left me breathless.

“You look so beautiful, taking me like this, baby,” he murmured, his voice laced with possessiveness. “So hot and tight, milking my cock.” The words were a blatant invitation, a challenge to my control. I wanted to deny him, to resist his advances, but the overwhelming pleasure was too strong to bear. My body screamed for release, and my voice, choked with anticipation, escaped my lips in a desperate plea. "Oh, yes. Yes, baby; fuck me." The words hung in the air, heavy with lust and desperation.

As he thrust deeper, harder, my body began to spasm involuntarily, my pussy and thighs working in unison to propel him further. The pain was exquisite, a searing pleasure that left me gasping for breath. "Oh, yes—yesss!" I cried out, losing all sense of control. Juices gushed from my pussy with each thrust, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. My body shook violently, my muscles clenching and releasing in a frantic rhythm. The heat intensified, radiating through my entire being.

Greg, feeding off my frantic pleas, increased his pace, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I felt myself losing all sense of self, dissolving into the pure, unadulterated pleasure of the moment. His movements became faster, more frantic, as I finally succumbed to the inevitable. My orgasm erupted in a final, desperate wave, sending shivers down my spine and leaving me completely drained. As I collapsed against him, exhausted and spent, his cock erupted in my pussy, a final, explosive release of pleasure. The sensation was intense, almost unbearable, but I welcomed it, clinging to the lingering warmth and the memory of the shared experience.

He pushed it deep, further than I thought possible, igniting another wave of pleasure that washed over me. My body responded with a renewed spasm, a desperate attempt to prolong the experience. The two of us, intertwined in a tangled mess of flesh and desire, continued to exchange fluids, each thrust deepening the connection between us. The air filled with the sounds of our moans and gasps, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out all other thoughts.

Wrapping me tightly in his loving arms, Greg murmured, “I love you, Tami. Thank you, God, for blessing me with the most amazing wife, lover, and friend.” The words, spoken with genuine affection, were a balm to my exhausted body and soul. It was a moment of perfect intimacy, a testament to the deep connection we shared. The scent of our mingled sweat and arousal hung heavy in the air, a potent reminder of the night's passion.

As he pulled back, his hand caressing my cheek, I felt a wave of tenderness wash over me. His lips, still moist and warm, brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear, whispering, "You were magnificent, darling. Absolutely magnificent." His words were a final, intoxicating dose of pleasure, leaving me weak and trembling. The green glow of the digital clock continued to pulse in the background, but for now, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the feeling of Greg's body against mine, the memory of our shared pleasure, and the knowledge that this was just the beginning. The first hint of daylight began to creep through the curtains, but I didn't care. In this moment, wrapped in the warmth of his love, I felt completely, utterly alive. The desire that had been building within me all night now burned with a fierce intensity, a promise of future delights to come.

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