**Waking Up to You**

I woke up to the weight of your body pressing into the mattress beside me, the warmth of your skin seeping through the thin sheet between us. Your fingers traced slow circles on my chest, sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my boxers. My cock twitched at the touch before I was even fully awake.

“Good morning,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep but dripping with intention. You were already straddling me, your bare thighs framing my hips, the heat of your pussy pressing against me through the fabric.

“Fuck,” I groaned, half-laughing, half-breathless. “What time is it?”

“Time for me to remind you who owns this dick,” you said, gripping me through my boxers, squeezing just enough to make me buck my hips. My cock was rock hard now, straining against the fabric, and you grinned as you tugged the waistband down, freeing me.

I should’ve known—when I let you stay the night, I was signing up for this. You loved waking me up like this, loved watching me struggle to process the pleasure before I even had my eyes open.

You leaned down, your tits brushing against my chest, and wrapped your fingers around my cock, stroking me slow. “Look at you,” you purred. “Already so fucking hard for me. Like you were just waiting for me to take what’s mine.”

I let out a rough groan, my hands finding your hips, gripping tight. “Yeah,” I admitted. “Always yours.”

You smirked, then slid further down, your tongue flicking out to trace the head of my cock before swirling around it. I hissed as you took me into your mouth, your lips tight, your tongue pressing against the underside. Fuck, you sucked me like you were starving for it, bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks. I could hear the wet sounds of your mouth working me, feel the way your fingers dug into my thighs as you took me deeper.

“Shit—fuck—” I stammered, my fingers tangling in your hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

You moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my hips jerk. When you pulled back, your lips were slick, your eyes dark with hunger. “You taste so good,” you whispered, then licked a slow stripe from base to tip. “I love how desperate you get for me.”

Before I could answer, you climbed back up, straddling my hips again, this time with nothing between us. I could feel how wet you were, your pussy grinding against my cock, coating me in your slick.

“I want you inside me,” you breathed, rocking your hips, teasing us both. “But first, tell me how bad you want it.”

I growled, gripping your ass hard enough to make you gasp. “Need you,” I said, voice rough. “Need to feel that tight fucking cunt wrapped around me. You gonna let me have it, baby?”

You bit your lip, then reached down, guiding my cock to your entrance. “Yeah,” you murmured, “but only because you asked so nicely.”

Then you sank down, taking me inch by inch, your pussy stretching around me, hot and impossibly tight. My hands tightened on your hips as you bottomed out, both of us moaning at the sensation.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, my cock throbbing inside you. “Ride me, baby. Show me how much you love my dick.”

You didn’t need any more encouragement. You started moving, rolling your hips, grinding down on me in slow, deliberate circles. I could feel every inch of you, the way your pussy clenched around me, the way your breath hitched when I hit just the right spot.

“That’s it,” I praised, my voice tight with restraint. “Take what you need. You look so fucking perfect like this—using me, fucking yourself on my cock.”

You whimpered, your hands braced on my chest, your tits bouncing as you picked up the pace. I could hear how wet you were, the slick sounds of our bodies moving together, your pussy gripping me tighter with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you gasped, your thighs trembling. “Don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—”

I sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around your waist, using the other to reach between us and rub tight circles on your clit. You cried out, your nails digging into my shoulders as I fucked up into you, driving you toward the edge.

“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice low, possessive. “Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock.”

And just like that, you shattered. Your whole body tensed, your pussy clamping down on me as you came, your moans loud and broken. The way you clenched around me was enough to push me over—I thrust up one last time, burying myself deep as I came, filling you up, my cock pulsing inside you.

You collapsed against me, both of us panting, still connected. I pressed a kiss to your shoulder, my hands roaming your body lazily.

“Told you,” you mumbled against my skin, still catching your breath. “I fucking own this dick.”

I laughed, kissing you again. “Yeah, baby. You do.”