Waking Up - Sex Stories

Waking Up

"Good morning ma belle," drifts like a cloud across your unconscious fog of sleep.

You are warm and protected, your body sinking back into mine. You feel gentle, meandering kisses on your neck and start to stir with a "mmmh."

"You look so peaceful when you sleep," I whisper, as I stroke a few lost strands of hair from your face.

We got back late last night and despite the dancing and alcohol having made me think we'd have a great night of sex; I flopped upon arrival. Sometimes next morning sex is best, anyway!

I cup your full breast in my hand before teasing your little nub until it hardens to the touch and you stir from your rêverie. "Mmmh, what a lovely way to wake up. No need to go slow on me here, though. I so want a good fuck right now."

You move to turn and bring your arm around towards me, and that's when you feel the resistance of the bind around your wrist.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to be a little patient this morning, but I promise it will be worth it," I smile.

"Jack, you're going to kill me," you sigh.

You turn onto your back and offer me your second wrist to be attached. Just as I go to take it you slap my semi hard length.

"Ow," I reel back, laughing. "I've always loved that playful fire inside of you, Anaïs, and I intend to make it burn bright this morning. Now give me your wrist."

You playfully take a second half swipe before tendering your free wrist to me. I then slowly go around attaching your second wrist and your ...

... ankles.

"You see, I'm yours. I can't run away, feel free to climb on top!"

I laugh as after having attached your ankles, I slowly move up between your legs, gently blowing and kissing my way up your inner thighs. I linger as I get to your sensitive folds, letting my tongue run along the join with your leg, so close to your labia I inhale your exquisite sex. I plant a kiss right on your thin strip of pubic hair, about a centimetre from your clit. I pull back as you try and wriggle yourself closer.

"I love that you want me," I smile.

"I can see that," you fire back as you look between my legs.

Grabbing a feather from the drawer in the bedside table, I turn back to face you. I look into your eyes and trace a feathery trail down the inside of your arm; you giggle and squirm as it reaches your pit. I continue to trace a trail with the feather along your neck, down your Adam's apple and down between your breasts, not letting our eyes break contact.

The teasing continues down your side, around the soft protrusion of your hips and the outside of your willowy legs, before the touch to the sole of your foot provides me with another giggle.

"I may be enjoying myself, but looking at the dewy sparkle between your legs, I'd say that you are too, Anaïs!"

"Just shut up and keep going," you sigh.

"Yes, Ma'am."

I start working my way delicately up along the soft flesh of your inner thigh and let the end flutter across your slit a few times.

"Mmmm," you groan, as it ...