It was Sunday, a slow morning. I woke up early, but I knew there was nowhere I needed to be, so I fell back asleep. Then, completely spontaneously, I felt his hands begin to caress my legs.

I thought to myself, “Hmm, not bad… but can’t we sleep a little longer?” I didn’t move, even though I was already fully awake. I could feel his hands becoming more curious and exploratory. They started moving upward from my calves to my knees and thighs, and it began to feel really good.

I wondered whether he was just teasing me or whether he actually intended to reach his destination. I shifted slightly, just enough to show him that I was there and that I liked what he had in mind.

I realized how incredibly brave he was to touch me, considering the last few terribly tense weeks and my sulky mood. I could feel his hands taking my invitation to continue, finding that warm place that was literally burning for him.

I wasn’t prepared. Maybe I hadn’t shaved for a week, but I wasn’t worried. I knew that, in a strange way, it turned him on. I decided that my panties were getting in the way—very much so. I wanted to feel his touch completely, with nothing between my hot vagina and his searching fingers.

I pulled off my underwear and threw it onto the floor, then went back to lying on my stomach, with my legs bent into a figure four. My favorite sleeping position—and even more so when I can feel his hands between my legs.

He slipped his fingers inside me, and I felt my breath catch. My stomach practically flipped. He started moving his fingers in and out while rubbing my clitoris with his thumb, and I felt my legs begin to tingle from the waves of sensation spreading through me and the arousal building inside me.

Apparently, I wasn’t wet enough for him, because he pulled his fingers out to spit on them, and a second later he put them back inside me with an even stronger thrust.

I have no idea how many fingers were inside me—maybe three—but because of the thrusting, he couldn’t keep massaging my clitoris long enough for me to come.

An idea suddenly flashed through my mind. I wanted him to fuck me with his fingers while I rubbed my own clitoris, so I could come like a slut on his hand and let him feel my vagina clenching around his fingers from the brutal orgasm that was about to hit me.

I shifted into position and simply told him, “Put them in.”

No more words were needed for him to understand.

He started fucking me with his fingers while I began circling my own around my clitoris. I moved my hips back and forth, and with my leg I touched his penis, which felt like it was about to burst from arousal.

I could feel the orgasm getting closer, and he felt it too, so he sped up. He grabbed his penis with his free hand, and a few seconds later I felt that we were both experiencing that brutal release.

My legs went weak, my body relaxed, and for a moment I stopped breathing.

I knew I was squeezing his fingers with my vagina, and I knew he had ejaculated onto the blanket covering him.

But I wasn’t sleepy anymore.

I was wide awake, my head still spinning and my whole body buzzing from what had just happened. I turned toward him with a big grin on my face.

He looked at me, grinning just as hard, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

“Not tired yet?” he whispered.

I shook my head and let out a little laugh. We just lay there, cuddled up, talking shit and enjoying the moment.

Whatever the hell had started that morning, it had turned into something neither of us was gonna forget anytime soon.