It’s just light as I open my eyes. I can feel your warmth next to me. You’re still sleeping, turned towards me, almost exactly where you were when we finally fell asleep last night. I’m happy to wake up next to you ... this is still a novelty, and I like it. Lying on my back, watching the sun shift across the trees outside, I think about last night. As I do, my hand slowly slips down between my legs. My skin warm, smooth, my labia still a little swollen from last night. The air still smells of sex. As I slide two fingers between my lips, I’m thinking of the last part of last night, when you finally came, fucking me from behind, the weight of you pushing me into the bed, your hand in my hair, pulling my head back, your body pinning me to the bed so I could hardly move, only able to barely push my hips up to meet you as you thrust into me, so urgent, so fucking hungry. We’d been making love for hours, and I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had ... and when you decided you wanted to finally cum, nothing was going to stop you. My fingers slide over my clit, still a little tender but swelling up again as I remember how delicious it was to have you take me like that, fucking me like nothing else mattered, hard, fast, selfish. Thinking about you growling in my ear, telling me to give myself to you, my hips slightly rise up to meet my fingers, and I let out a tiny moan, barely audible. I hear a change in your breathing. Turning my head, I see your eyes open, watching me, as your body shifts across the millimeters between us so you can feel my skin, just pushed up slightly against my arm so you can feel me moving. I pause, not sure what you want. ‘Don’t stop’ you whisper – quiet but firm. I gently move, twisting a tiny bit towards you, briefly moving my hand from between my legs so I can slide those two fingers into your mouth. You slide your tongue around them ... you can taste me, salt like the ocean, and a slight tinge of cum from last night. Sliding my fingers out and back between my legs, now slick over my clit. You don’t need to tell me to look at you. Our eyes are locked as I push up against my fingers, applying increasing pressure to my clit. You move your hand, just gently over mine, so you can feel me. I’m breathing a little faster, tiny moans escaping my lips. I can feel your cock getting hard against me ... not urgent, just swelling up slowly. You hook one leg over mine, pulling my leg wider, so I’m a little more exposed, and push the covers down so you can see our hands, my hips pushing up, your eyes flicking between that and looking straight at me. You know I’m close. ‘Don’t cum yet’. I whimper a little ... I don’t know if I can hold it, but I do. ‘Not yet.’ Your hand over mine is pushing down a little more now, guiding my movements more than before, applying more pressure, your fingers sliding between mine as I feel you connecting with my clit. You can hear a sharp intake of breath as I feel the different sensation of you on me. ‘Not yet.’ All I can feel is how much I want to cum, the heat of our skin, your hand over mine, your fingers on me, how wet I am. ‘Now.’ My body explodes, back arching. You can see my eyes roll back, just briefly, before I’m gone, my eyes shut as I give in to the waves crashing through me, my free hand reaching back to push against the headboard to anchor me to something. You can see my breasts taut as I push up and through it and then finally come down to rest. Your hand still over mine. I seem still, but then there’s a tiny little shudder through my body, an aftershock. You smile as you watch me open my eyes, looking back over to you. I know we’re not getting out of bed any time soon.