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Saturday, he wakes up second. It’s early, she’s still in bed, laying next to him. She’s on her belly, face buried in her phone, tapping away on something. The light’s soft, gentle, as it filters in through the shade, splays out across her backside.

She’s wearing a brown top, tight and form-fitting, strings over her shoulders. It clings to her lithe frame. He strokes her back, rubs below her neck where her soft skin is bare, pets her head, her silken brown hair.

She moans softly, but makes no other response.

He works lower, rubbing between her shoulders, then tracing her spine. He loves her curves, the gentle crescent of her arched back, tapering down to her waist. His fingertips reach the bottom of the shirt, slip up under it. He rubs the small of her back beneath the taut fabric.

But this is just preamble. He scoots down the bed, and his hand follows, coming to one of his favorite parts of her. His fingertips arc up and over the round swell of her ass, made all the more prominent by her prone position on the bed. He runs circles on her lace briefs, following the twists and turns of the material as it clings to her, stretches around her ass.

He pulls his hand away, brings it back with a small slap. He admires the way it her butt bounces before snapping tightly back into position. He repeats the slap on her other cheek, then again but harder.

She doesn’t react to this at all.

He rests his hand on her butt, digs his fingers in, feels her sinews. Then he lets his fingers follow the curve of her ass to where it meets her thigh. He traces down her long legs, then back up, hand brushing lightly over her tanned skin.

With each stroke up and down her legs and over her ass, his fingers grow closer and closer to her sex, feeling the heat between her legs. Soon, they stop there, pausing to investigate the mound of her pussy lips, outlined in the thin fabric. He strokes his fingertips across her sex, pushing against her, harder and harder with each pass.

He feels her heat increase, senses the soft wet sound of her excitement as his finger pushes between her lips.

She says nothing, does nothing, just continues to lay there, attention only on her phone.

He grows bolder, slides a finger under the fabric of her panties, strokes her pussy, skin on skin. He thinks he hears her moan, but isn’t certain. He pushes his hand down further, teases her clit, finds it excited and growing more-so. He grins, waxes more direct in his attention. He thumbs her opening, resting it there, applying just the barest pressure.

His thumb is soon coated in her heat. He pushes it inside her, and she gasps, but it’s a small gasp, and she says nothing.

He knows her body, knows how to excite her, and as his fingers massage her clit, his thumb explores her pussy, finds her g-spot. He almost thinks he’s lost his knack, but her thighs quiver, her breathing quickens, and he grins. He forms a rhythm with his fingers, a steady pace, teasing and tantalizing her.

With his other hand, he pulls her panties to the side, then with his thumb draws small circles around her pucker. Her breathing quickens again, small moans escaping her throat. He’s patient, goes slowly, takes his time, but he doesn’t ever stop, doesn’t ever give a chance to lose the momentum he’s building inside her.

He knows she’s close when he feels a fresh surge of wetness coat his hand.

He’s quick, pulling hand away, sitting up behind her while pulling his erection — stiff with morningwood and lust — through his fly. In one smooth motion he sits down, straddling her ass, sliding his bulging red cock into her. His thumb is quick to return to her ass while his dick takes on the task of pleasuring her pussy.

He feels at home inside her, her soft warmth and tight grip shooting bliss into him. He thrusts and bucks into her, his thumb growing more adventurous, pushing into her ass.

And still, she offers no reaction, just lies there, letting him work.

Well, not quite no reaction, he observes as her ass begins spasming. Still, he fucks away, driving in deep, his hips grinding against her butt. He strokes the small of her back, basking in her curves as his own pleasure builds.

Soon, his thrusts take on a more needy determination, a more frantic pace, as it’s his turn for quickening breath, gasps of pleasure. He grabs her hips with both hands, holds onto her, drives himself in deep.

And then, he grits his teeth, shoves into her with powerful gusto, and holds himself in while his balls tense and dick erupts, filling her with his cum. He pulls back, shoves in again, another buck into her hips, making her recoil. She lies there, taking it without opinion while he pushes himself in again, his semen slicking up her pussy.

Finally, he relaxes, even though he continues to slowly fuck her, his cum-covered shaft still hard despite the orgasm. He caresses her ass, petting her, the erection lingering. He continues, not pulling out until he’s limp, a few minutes later.

He collapses onto the bed, laying down next to her. “Sleep good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she grins at him, “How about you?”

“Never better.” He kisses her, and she kisses back, her tongue sliding into his mouth.

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Sunday, she wakes second. It’s early, bright from the summer, and she sees him sprawled out on the plush chair in the corner of the room, face buried in a novel. She grins, slips out of bed, crawls over.

She places her hands on his knees, gently pushes them aside. As they spread, she crawls between them, her fingers running up his thighs. He’s wearing tight black boxers, ones that adhere to his sculpted physique. Her fingers slide over the bulge between his legs, softly pushing into him through the fabric, probing his cock.

He flips to the next page, leans back.

Through the material of his shorts, she plays with his limp dick, pushing it side to side, squeezing it. She pinches the fabric down around it, tucking it in, outlining its shape. She teases his glans, tickles his balls, and his dick twitches, grows stiffer.

She grins, even though he remains focused on the book, ignoring her.

His cock turns more prominent, the bulge in his shorts expanding, the fabric becoming taut.

She finds the fly of his shorts and reaches through, her fingers curling around his shaft. He sucks in a quick breath as she makes skin contact, but otherwise doesn’t react. With one hand, she holds his fly open, while with the other she pulls his cock free, making sure his entire shaft and balls protrude through the gap before letting it snap back in place.

So situated, his semi-erect dick hangs in her face. She grins, kissing it. While doing so, she takes the base of his shaft in her palm, thumb on his vein, and tugs lightly. She pulls and massages, thumbing his glans, rubbing it against her lips, and soon he is fully erect.

A bead of liquid builds on the tip of his cock, drips down. She licks it up, then opens her mouth and slides him inside. She purses her lips, sucking him tight, and rubs her tongue along the bottomside of his dick. Her grip firms, stroking his iron-hard shaft with intensity.

He flips another page in his book, but she hears his breathing take a deeper turn.

She sucks and strokes, sucks and strokes, in firm but deliberate pace, taking her time, not rushing him, letting him enjoy. When she feels him tense, she pulls her mouth off of him before he gets past tipping point. She bounces his glistening dick against her cheek until the surge passes, then slides her lips back down and provoking him anew.

Soon, after continuing her task, she feels his tension rising again, and again she pulls back. He grits his teeth, and she notices that it’s been a while since he’s flipped a page. But still he doesn’t acknowledge her.

She sets her focus on him a third time, kneading the base of his shaft with her fist, massaging the tip with her mouth, and this time sliding her other hand underneath his balls. She doesn’t do more than that, just places her hand there, lets his sac rest against her palm, a subtle reminder of her presence.

This time, she feels his tension rise much faster, and with much more force. His muscles flex in his thighs, calves, arms, and his head rolls back on the chair. He groans, and his balls strain in her hand. And then he’s cumming, his cock spraying into her mouth, filling her.

She swallows, but continues sucking on him until his dick runs dry and limp. Then she lets him go and sits back, wiping her lips off with her finger, licking her finger clean. Finally, she pulls open his fly and puts his dick away.

She rises up and sits on his lap, nestling her head against his shoulder. “Did you have a good night, honey?” she coos in the cutesy tone she reserves for him and him alone.

“Fucking phenomenal,” he says, holding her tight against him. “Just… the best.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” She smiles.

NSFW: yes

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