She makes another sound, deeper this time, her body arching slightly into my touch even in her sleep.
That's all the invitation I need.
I'm still half-asleep, my movements slow and hazy as I push my boxers down just enough to free myself. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and I press the head against the warm, damp lace of those panties.
She's already wet. I can feel the heat of her, the slickness seeping through the fabric.
"Zo," I murmur against her ear, my voice husky with sleep and need. "Baby, wake up for me. I need you."
She doesn't open her eyes, but her breathing changes. "Mmmm…"
It deepens, quickens. Her hand finds mine where it's still cupping her breast, and her fingers tighten over mine, urging me on with a soft squeeze.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and drag them down, slow, letting the backs of my knuckles trail over the smooth skin of her ass. She lifts her hips to help me, a sleepy, instinctive movement that makes my heart hammer against my ribs.
God, I could slide down.
I could taste how sweet that pussy is first thing in the morning, bury my face between her legs until the first noise she makes is a moan. I could tease that tight little hole with my tongue until she’s begging.
Best damn wake-up call there is.
But I can’t.
Because I’m too hard, too desperate, the ache in my balls too sharp to wait.
I need her.Now.
I spit into my palm, slicking myself, because the condom is in my jeans pocket across the room and I don't want to move. Not now. Not when she's warm and perfect in my arms.
I guide myself to her entrance, nudging against her slick folds. She's so wet, so ready, and when I push inside, just the head, she makes this choked, breathy sound that goes straight to my balls.
"That's it," I whisper, my lips against her shoulder. "Just like that. Take me, baby."
I sink into her, slow and deep, and the feeling is fuckingincredible. She's tight and hot and silky around me, and she fits me like she was made for this.
Forus.
Her pussy accepts me, welcoming me home.
My hand slides back up to her breast, my thumb circling her nipple as I start to move. Slow, lazy thrusts that have her breathing coming in soft, sleepy pants. Her ass presses back against me with each push, taking me deeper, and I can feel the tension coiling low in her belly.
She's still just waking up, her movements somewhat uncoordinated, but her body is awake. It knows what it wants. Whatwewant.
I slide my other hand down between her legs, finding her clit, and circle it with two fingers, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
A soft moan escapes her lips, her head tipping back against my shoulder. "Colt..."
"Right here, sweetheart," I murmur, my lips against her temple. "Fuck you feel so good like this. So warm and tight."
I increase the pressure on her clit, my thrusts growing deeper. The bed creaks softly beneath us, and her hand reaches back, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
Her hips start to meet mine, a slow, grinding roll that has me needing more.
"Fuck, Zoey," I groan, my control fraying. "You feel so damn good."
She turns her head, her lips finding mine in a sleepy, open-mouthed kiss. It's messy and perfect, all tongue and shared breath, and when she comes, it's with a silent, shuddering cry against my mouth.
Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock, and I follow her over the edge, my own release tearing through me with a force that steals the air from my lungs.