Warmth settles over my skin, insistent movement penetrates my flesh. My groggy brain can’t figure out what is going on, but my body loves the feelings and sensations.
My backside arches while my hands curl under my chin. Little gasps fill the quiet room. I hear the sloshing, wet sound as the mysterious warmth moves in and out with slow, gentle movements.
Pressure builds with each thrust. Within my core, my innermost walls begin to throb. My head thrashes from side to side even as my eyes refuse to open.
I feel empty. My bottom drops, disappointed, until I feel strong fingers stroking my labia. My body pops back up, pushing back against the warmth of his hand. A little more awake, my brain comprehends what is happening, although I still can’t open my eyes.
He senses the change in me, and his movements become quicker, more insistent. He finds my G-spot and tap-tap-tap-taps until I cry and beg.
“Cum, girl.” His morning whispers sound like growls.
Whimpering, my body convulses. I feel my body opening with release. With a shudder, my orgasm subsides. My eyes are still sealed shut.
“Good morning, girl.” This is the last thing I hear as I drift back off to sleep.