I think it was the cold air that woke me up. As I blinked my eyes awake, I noticed the open window to the left of my bedframe. Rubbing the chilled skin on my shoulder I looked over to the other side of my bed. There, naked, wrapped in my white covers, was my reminder of the night before. Turned away from me, her black skin stood in beautiful dark contrast to the white silk blanket, and her hair rested, messy, calmly on my spare pillow.
We had met at a wedding reception, and after glass, and glass, and glass of champagne, the night had brought us here. To my brown king sized bed. The night was hazy, but some of the images flashed across my memory. The sweat, the panting, the lotion, the R&B music playing softly in the background, the ecstasy, the climax. As I laid there and watched her sleep, I thought solely of the climax. Her nail marks were undoubtedly still etched in my skin. Her sultry voice still echoed in my head. Her breath still pulsed warmly through my ears. It was in the heat of the moment and the intoxication of the night, but as I watched her in the morning, I couldn't stop myself from reaching over, desiring to continue where we left off in the darkness some hours ago.
I moved myself closer to her, my heart starting to pound in my chest. It was, after all, the morning after, and I couldn't be sure how she'd feel. I desired her. I wanted her. The closer I got to her, the more powerful her smell became. I pressed myself against her gently, guided my right hand first to her right ass cheek, then slowly towards her pussy, where I paused for a moment. I felt her warmth, and with a little firmness, I took hold of her. She stirred gently, and I whispered into her ear, "Good morning."
Slowly she began to wake up and realize what was happening. She started to smile, and let out a breathy, "Good morning."
Her naked body tensed a bit as she pushed her ass against my growing cock. I began to kiss, lick, and breathe into her ear as my right hand entered her wet lips. "I need you," I whispered. "I feel you." She let out another long breath of air and began to grind her huge ass back and forth across my cock.
"Take me," she breathed back, and let out a groan as two of my fingers plunged deep into her. My fingers began a rhythmic beginning, and she was already starting to drip. As the pace of my fingers quickened so did the movement of her ass. Together we began a type of slow dance under the covers. "Let me taste it," she moaned, and I took my fingers from inside of her and let her devour them. Licking, and sucking. I took her juices down to myself and lathered my rock hard cock with them, before making my way back to her pussy. The pace began to quicken, and so did her breath. "Oh fuck," she sighed, "Oh fuck me."
I smiled through my desire, and nibbled on her neck, "Tell me what you want."
She continued to grind her ass into my cock, and ride my fingers in growing ecstasy, then whispered in pleasure, "Enter me."