Taken under the sheets by a early morning kiss, it’s tenderness rendering me wet with need. Holding onto his hair, clawing the skin of his back, listening to the rustle of linens as he slides between my legs rubbing our bodies together. 

The mixture of sleepy eyes and raspy voices, bringing urgency as the day becomes fully awakened. I am crying out “Daddy” as a ritual prayer amongst early risers. He grunts his approval in my ears as he fills his cock with my slickness. Waves after waves, course through my cunt, the feeling shaking me to grip him harder, to pull him closer, to elongate the feeling of his cock hitting the peak of my womb. 

My body loving the warmth, the heat, the desperation of our movements. He pulls out after leaving me core a throbbing wet mess, climbs to my lips and slips himself in to the wetness of my mouth, slowly easing himself as his head reaches my esophagus, rushing his pleasure and feeding me. 

Lowering back down to hold me, whispering how happy I made him.