I wake in the darkness and reach out with my left arm. My hand blindly lands on your thigh and your hip rotates out without consciousness. Your downy hair brushes my fingers and without thought , I begin rubbing your mound. I think you’re still asleep, but your pelvis rises to meet my hand. One finger penetrating your lips, I feel wetness and heat. My middle finger slides in deeper and I hear you moan. I start massaging your clit. Your breath starts to get raspy. I’m sure you’re awake now, but neither of us wants to break the illusion with words. You roll onto your side and back into me. My engorged cock nestled between your cheeks. My finger still thrilling your clit. The rhythmic rocking of your hips soon tells me a finger is not enough. You yearn to be filled with my shaft. You need to feel my hips slamming against your ass, my nuts slapping your clit, as our pleasures synchronize. Without a word, you rise to your knees as I climb between them. I moan as I drown in your wet heaven. Slowly at first, you begin fucking me. The pressure builds as the pace increases. Now I’m grabbing your shoulders and pressing myself deep into you. Grabbing handfuls of hair I force you to arch your back. The sounds and scents of sex fill the room. Now your head is down on the bed and I’m slapping your ass. Now I’m grabbing your hips and rutting away like the animal you bring out of me every time. The moans have devolved into grunts as we take our wordless pleasure from each other. As your pussy convulses on me I explode into you and we collapse into a sweaty pile.

Curious, I look at my watch. “Damnit” is the first word to break the silence. “What’s wrong?” you say. “My alarm goes off in five minutes.”

After a too brief after-cuddle, I get up and begin getting ready for work.