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You love these kinds of mornings.
While you wouldn’t say they are rare, it’s still not very often that your boyfriend is ready and raring to go as soon as he wakes, even if he is hard.
Right now, though, he is.
Both hard and raring to go.
As he awakens you with wet kisses on your neck and cheek, the dead quiet of the room greets your senses, as well as the warmth on your back, his bare chest pressing against it.
Zayne's soft and wet kisses leave you with gentle shivers, and the soft smacks of his lips touching and leaving your skin fill you with incredible contentment.
When he gets like this, he's needy and longing to feel you, and you know that he simply cannot resist rousing you.
You turn your body around to face him. His raven hair is all messy, and his hazel eyes, now more brown than green in the barely lit room, are hardly open as they watch you. His hands are diligently by his own body.
“Did I wake you?” His groggy voice shakes you out of your still-sleepy state.
Your voice is just as rough when you reply, “I was just about to wake up anyway.” You tangle your calves with his as you roll your hips forward, feeling his hardness on your pelvis. His lashes flutter down as he whimpers. “You think you have time?”
“Yes,” he breathes out quickly, and you are to laugh at that, but it just comes out as a shaky release of air.
Being so spurred on by his vulnerability and his want, you kiss him, your tongue immediately and greedily lapping inside his mouth. With your lips still moving with his, you move him on his back, straddling his hips.
Your lips leave his with a ‘pop’ as you sit up, taking off your oversized tee—Zayne's tee—with swift handling. He sees the dark glint in your eyes as your pervasive hands glide along his neck, chest and stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He is yours just as much as you are his after all. He lies there, pliant and putty beneath you, melting under your feverish touches.
Zayne’s hands find their way to your thighs, encouraging you, as you position yourself to sit snugly on his hardened and clothed cock.
You hold his sluggish gaze, your fingers climbing back up to flick at his nipple. His strong intake of air is rewarding. Your hands shift to rest on his waist as you lean forward to lick stripes across his nipples, pulling muffled moans from his lips. His hands on your thighs tighten, and he groans when you introduce teeth.
When his chest is decorated the way you like it, you lick a streak from his neck up to his jawline. You inhale audibly, inhaling him like he's your oxygen. His head falls to the side, and you use this moment to pull on his ear with your teeth.
With a dopey smile, you find his lips again. He's so devastatingly sweet and addicting... like wine. And you're drunk on his taste.
You begin to move your hips.
Your chest is flushed against his own, your wetness spotting his underwear through your panties as you grind against him. He contributes his own desperate pointed thrusts upwards that make you whine softly.
When you sit back, your eyes find and lock with his glazed-over ones.
“Look... hah... at you,” you mumble, making him hiss as you pinch one of his reddened nipples. You greedily soak in the redness of your boyfriend’s ears and cheeks, the way his mouth hangs slightly open and how he ruts up against your cunt like an animal in heat. But you're the animal, the predator that finds it enticing how his deep breaths undulate his chest. “You’re so beautiful.” And he's yours. You sigh longingly. "Wanna feel you from the inside."
Zayne groans at your shameless words, his eyes blinking slowly and unable to stay open.
You lift your body, Zayne's thrust missing your pussy completely. His eyes fly open to see you hastily pull your panties aside. He gets the memo quickly, pushing his boxer briefs down far enough for his cock to fling free.
His extremely wet and bulbous red tip is so conveniently at your entrance, so with a hand at the base of his cock, you waste no time sinking on it. Satisfied sighs filled the room like smoke.
“You feel so good,” he babbles, intoxicated by your sopping pussy already.
Leaning forward, you place your hands on his shoulders as you slide your cunt up and down his cock at a speed much too slow for Zayne. Your tits bounce temptingly in front of his face, and since he’s just Zayne, he takes a nipple in his mouth as he would always.
He loves your chest—loves leaving bits, suckles and nips there.
He listens to the way your breathy cries get louder, and it gets him so incredibly riled up to the point that he cannot deal with your pace anymore. So, with his hands squeezing your ass cheeks, ceasing your movement as he begins to thrust upwards. He reaches places inside you that you forgot he could. You mewl for him.
Your sounds are music to his ears, a song that entrances him deeper into the depths of his desire. And you feel so warm and tight around him. He can't control himself when he speeds up his motions.
Your fingers find themselves tangling in Zayne's hair while you lose yourself in the pleasure of him pounding your spot repeatedly, insistently, all while his mouth is on your body.
“Hahhh, yes… Fuck.”
You wish he could be inside you forever. You want his mouth to be on you forever.
He is so good to you, for you.
The indecent sounds of breaths and moans, colliding bodies and a creaking bed permeate through the room.
You feel your very approaching release, and you pause. With an indignant huff, you gently push Zayne down, off your swollen nipple. He is always so eager to make you come all over yourself early and is very much capable of it. He knows you and your body too well.
“What are you doing?”
You get on your feet, leaning backwards, his knees your anchor. This position gives him a clear, front-row view of where he enters you. “Fucking you.”
He groans at that. This time around, he is the one being devoured.
Giving him such a naughty image, you begin to move again, you start fast and unforgiving, just like he wants. You wish you could touch him again, but you are unable to from this position. However, Zayne seems to be missing nothing; his eyes are trained on where he enters you.
“Fuck...” he gasps. The swear—the way he says it registers in your mind, and you clench around nothing. “You’re lewd.”
“You like it.”
He exhales shakily, mouth ajar. You are right, and he knows it.
You think he would steer the ramblings away like he usually does when called out, but he replies, “...I love it.” His hips slightly buck up in question, and you hiss, being taken off guard. “Can I?”
“Y-yeah.” You breathe out in anticipation.
You fuck each other, the sounds from your sex louder than before. Zayne reaches forward with a hand to massage your clit. You gasp, jolting at the sudden spike in pleasure, your head lolling back and wanting to push his fingers away, but it feels so fucking amazing.
You feel that oh-so-familiar sensation of impending bliss coiling at the pit of your stomach again, but it's still too early.
Zayne watches you as your trembling body barely manages to slide up and off his cock again, the anticipated feeling of touching your cervix lost.
“Just a little longer,” you beg, using your hand to still the fingers on your bud. “Please.”
“Fuck, okay,” he breathes out helplessly. You both are at the whims of each other. His hands crawl around your ankles to ground himself.
After a few seconds of bated breaths from both of you and the feeling subsiding, you dip back down on this dick.
Zayne renders all the work you did to delay your orgasm useless when he starts to plummet upwards into your heat recklessly, ferally.
“Fuck,” you blubber, trying but failing to meet his thrusts. "Zayne..."
"Hahhh, say my name again," he pleads. He thrusts even harder—his intention to make you come with his name on your lips apparent. "Please." Your body leaps with the impact of each strong jab of his hips.
"Zayne," you slur. "Please—"
“Come,” he calls, his voice croaking with husk when he realises your sobs are getting throatier. “Come on my cock.”
Your back arches with your orgasm that hits you hard, your fingers tautening around Zayne's legs in a deathly grip just like how your pussy tightens around his cock. When you feel Zayne slowing down, you quickly beg, “No, keep going... Please.” Your fingers find your clit. He does continue, eyes gorging your desperate and fruitless attempt at easing your overstimulation by pressing in your clit, clipped cries that paced with each of Zayne's upward jabs. “Yeah... Fuck. Inside me.”
The sight and sounds push Zayne off the edge, this throbbing cock erupting inside you as you wanted with a drawn-out low moan.
“Fuck.”
Your chests inflate and deflate deeply as you both come down from your highs. Trembling like a leaf and with your hands back on his knees, you lift off his cock, and it flies free, slapping against his torso with a wet sound. You are enamoured by the mixture of cum that leaks out onto Zayne's cock.
It arouses you again, your cunt clenching around nothing. However, you know Zayne has a job to go to and probably no time for another round.
Zayne also seems fascinated by the sight of your dripping pussy, and you catch his cock twitch, inching upright.
You look at him, and he at you, clearly not satiated—clearly can never get enough of each other.
“One more time,” he implores softly before he sits up, holding the back of your neck to pull you into him as he spins you around. Your back hits the sheets, and that is when you feel the burning tension in your thighs. You also feel his wet cock on the inside of your thigh as he shifts about.
“I won’t take long.”