Morning Quickie

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This morning while we are drinking coffee in bed James says to me, “I’m sorry I wasn’t much use last night. I just kind of clunked out.”

“That’s OK,” I say, “I was tired too.” I see him moving out of the corner of my eye and ask, “What are you doing,” knowing full-well what he’s up to. He’s taking off his pants to show me his morning wood. It looks enticing, but I’m barely awake. I just started in on my coffee and I like to drink it while it’s hot, plus I’m trying to read an email. I’m trying to ignore him, but he’s running his hands up and down his hard cock and I’m starting to wake up a little bit— at least the south half of me is.

“Hurry up and drink your coffee,” he admonishes, because he knows me well enough to know that he doesn’t have to badger me; all he has to do is entice me, and right now my body is getting on board, even if my brain is still a bit cloudy. I pretend to drink my coffee slowly, at least for another minute or so, but then he slips his hand inside my nightgown and teases my nipple just a bit.

“Alright,” I say, pretending to be exasperated. “You win — but I’m not taking off my nightgown, and you’re going to have to reheat my coffee for me when we are done.” James smiles and nods and comes around to my side of the bed, fully naked. I rub his cock for a moment, but it’s already rock hard and I’m surprised at how wet I am, despite the 45 seconds of foreplay. Our bodies just respond to each other as if on cue.

I hike my nightgown up and bend over at the edge of the bed. With someone else, this might feel perfunctory and not very sexy, but we’ve been together so long that we have our own kind of rhythm and body language. If all we have time or energy for is a quickie, this is our favorite position. I know at any second his cock will fill me up, but there’s still that heartbeat of anticipation. It’s going to feel so good, and I’m ready.

He fucks me steadily, while digging his fingers into the small of my back. It’s the best kind of sex massage and I moan in enjoyment. The dog hops off the bed and slinks away disgusted, but that doesn’t deter us one bit. I’m rocking my hips back to meet him as he’s amping up the intensity. Sometimes it’s nice to fuck slowly, like a boat on a rolling ocean, but for a quickie like this, I want my pussy pounded and James is giving me his very best despite the early hour.

I can’t see him since he’s behind me, but I can tell by the way he’s tensed up a little bit that he’s stopped looking at the hawk tattoo on my back and has closed his eyes, which is what he does when he’s almost ready to explode.

James shoots into me in a groaning climax, but is unwilling to stop moving yet and keeps fucking me for another 30 seconds at least… just to get the last little drops of goodness out of the experience. When he’s really done we kiss, clean up a bit and then get back into bed and resume drinking coffee. Mine has cooled off some, but I’m feeling more alert and focused nonetheless. Definitely a fine way to start the morning!

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