Morning

The sun lit the curtain on the eastern wall, its heat already creeping into the room. The curtain hung still, not even a slight breeze to move the air. She was lying with the sheet wrapped around her legs, facing away from him, a wild tangle of black hair spilling around her bare shoulders and the morning’s glow shone warm on the curve of her hip. Slow, even breathing. He felt the blood rise, felt himself harden, and he ran a fingertip slowly down the line of her spine, slipping it lightly between her parted legs. He turned his hand, cupping her ass, and slipped his middle finger into the still-wet folds of her. She breathed out a long breath, shifted her hips, and pressed herself back into his hand.

She moaned, and turned her head toward him, eyes half open, a strand of hair crossing her pink and mobile mouth. She was on her side, pressing back against the pressure from his hand, taking his finger deep into her. He kissed her at the curve of her neck, salty and bright in his mouth.

He was painfully hard, his cock brushing against the soft flesh of her ass as he worked his finger deep inside her. His other hand cradled her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair.

She was fully awake now, arching her back and pressing herself back against him. She pulled the hand at her neck forward and took the tips of his fingers into her mouth, sucking and nibbling, breathy sighs escaping through her teeth. Her other hand slipped down between her legs, her fingers moving in slow circles around her clit. He loved this more than anything: to watch her bring herself to climax, to watch her lose herself in the shuddering pleasure of it.

“More,” she whispered, and he slipped another finger inside her.

He clutched her hair with his free hand and pulled her head back, kissing her open mouth fiercely, and thrust his fingers deeper into her pussy. His throbbing cock pressed against her ass. The hand at her clit moving faster now, she bit at his lips and shifted her hips back and forth, taking his slick fingers deeper and deeper inside of her.

And then her breath caught, her muscles gone taut, and he felt the sudden rush warm on his hand, and she went limp, eyelids fluttering, sweat standing out on her chest.

He smiled and dropped back on the bed and licked her salty wetness from his fingers as she panted beside him. Her full breast were slicked with sweat and her nipples were still hard and the strands of hair were fallen all across her flushed face.

With her eyes still half closed, she rolled over and took him in her hand. “My turn,” she whispered, and she took his cock into her mouth.

He came almost instantly, shooting into her open mouth as she stroked him. She swallowed once and then let the rest run back out where it rolled down the length of his cock. Slowly, she cleaned his cock like she was a cat, starting at the base and moving her way slowly and carefully up to the head. He writhed in pleasure as she took his cock back into her mouth, but finally pushed her away. It was too much.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her head resting on his chest. With her finger, she slowly wiped all around her mouth and then sucked the fingertip. The sun was falling on their slicked bodies. It was going to be a hot one.