A rising

she was half awake when she felt him stir - he had gone to bed first last nite and had slept against the wall - so she knew he would have to climb over her if he needed to get up - and he usually did - a full bladder made his going to the bathroom one of the first things he usually did - it also did something else to him - it caused that glorious morning erection she loved - he wouldnt know she was awake yet, and she felt him easing himself up and he slid over her - she felt his dick glide over her thigh - full and swollen right from the start - and as she remembered from on those mornings when he had taken her, it only got stiffer - sliding into her almost perpetual wetness yesterday morning as she lay sleeping - easing it in slowly - and soon he had filled her - filled her so that she stirred and came awake full of his cock . . . .

she opened her eyes slightly as he got out of bed - to watch him - she loved to watch him naked - nekkid he called it - the light from the approaching day provided enough light for her to see - his ass, white against his tanned body - she watched him as he stopped at the sink, turned on the tap water and washed some of the sleep out of his eyes - she watches as he brushed his teeth, and sees something thru his slightly spread legs - she stifles a giggle, as she notices his cock & balls - swinging - back & forth as he brushes his teeth - and as the room lightens a little more, she notices the pattern of 4 pale red claw marks - standing out against the whiteness on his right cheek - where she had marked him that first night - had made him drive into her hard - where she had made him hers . . . .

rinsing, he turns the water off and turns to walk toward the bathroom - she rolls away from him and she doesn't see him towel dry his face - or walk back towards the bed - as he slides into bed beside her, she feels him, his body slightly chilled against her warm flesh - feels his arm come around her - to pull her close against him - his hands cold as he finds space between the buttons of his shirt - the one she wears to sleep in - his breath sweet and fresh as he nuzzles into her neck - and she feels his hand moving down past the hem of the shirt, she hear him ask "and what was all that giggling about?" - and it is then that she feels him - as his dick slides against her - it was still hard . . . .

he had gotten up to brush his teeth and had come back to bed still full, still swollen - and as his hand settles between her legs, his fingers finding her slit, she hears him say "you're so wet already.." - his fingers toy with her, eliciting soft whimpers and she feels his arm wrap under her, pulling her tight against him - she feels his cock nestle between her cheeks, gliding across her moistness, her hips moving at his urging - her body is trembling, his touch so strong as he pushes his fingers into her, deep and hard - and she thrusts against them - slowly stroking - and each time she pulls back, away from the fingers, she feels more of his prick slide into her . . . .

"i love your pussy...so wet...so tight around me.." - the sensations his fingers create are joined as he pushes slowly into her - filling her - his breath, slow and even against her neck - his hand cupping her breast - teasing the rigid nipples, one then the other - she lays beside him, her heart's beating increasing as he slips deeper and deeper inside her - she squeezes him, her cunt constricting around him - the response she desires, a groan from his lips, a quick pulsing from his dick - and her first words; "more, i need more" . . . .