Whispering With You

34. Look at us. Here we are.

Kelly

WITH ONLY THE NEON LIGHT FROM THE green numbers on the clock illuminating the dark room, I squint in the direction of the lump on the bed next to me. Sutton moans softly in her sleep, something I've come to learn she does when she's sleeping deeply and dreaming.

According to the clock, I have a few minutes before I'm supposed to get up. I turn off my alarm, and then give my attention to my sleeping girlfriend, eyeing all the curves hidden under the blankets—the blankets she religiously hogs, leaving me with only an edge every single time.

I slowly peel the blankets down her body, leaving them around her ankles; and she whimpers, throwing an arm out in search of them. Instead, I scoot closer to her, molding my body around hers, allowing my warmth to replace the blankets. When she sighs, I smile, my face buried in her hair. I take a few moments to soak in the way her body feels cradled in mine, spooning her from behind. Our legs are a tangled mess in the blankets, my arms a protective embrace around her.

I only meant to get my Sutton fix in the form of cuddling before starting my busy day, but the moment she moans in her sleep, her butt brushing against my hard cock, my innocent thoughts are instantly replaced with dirty ones.

I trace my finger over her bare nipple, already hard from the cool air. She responds with a breathy sigh. I feather my fingers down her stomach until I reach the band of her panties, pausing briefly when her eyelashes flutter. Brushing my nose across her exposed neck, I whisper a husky good morning, ignoring her grumbled protests.

"Why do you even bother with these?" I whisper as I slip her panties down her legs. "They just get in the way."

She tries to roll away, but I hold her hostage with my leg draped over her body.

"Kelly," she grumbles in her sleepy voice that is pure sex to my ears. "It's too early."

She squirms enough to rotate her upper body toward me, her eyes only halfway opened, as if she's fighting being awake with the last of her control. She beeps my nose like it's a button and uses the sleepy voice again to announce, "There. I snoozed you. See you in 20 minutes."

Pulling her body flush against me again, I tease my hand near her pussy and gruffly whisper into her ear, "Oh, you're snoozing me, are you? So you don't want me to do this?" I ghost my fingers over her inner thigh, moving slowly inward. When she arches into me, I remove my hand, kiss the top of her head with a loud, exaggerated smack. "Sleep tight, baby girl."

Before I even get an inch away from her, she grabs my wrist and puts my hand back between her legs. "Never mind," she says, her voice huskier but still in the sleepy rasp. "Cancel the snooze."

I laugh into her hair as I settle my body back against hers, my hard cock nestled between us, twitching against the soft skin of her back. "Morning, baby girl," I whisper as I rub her clit until she's soaked and writhing for more. Once I can tell she's close, I slide into her from behind and we groan in unison, the connection feeling so familiar and so mind-blowingly good.

"Fuck," I curse, pausing a moment to get my bearings before I start moving in and out of her in unhurried, languid movements.

She buries her head into the pillow, her moans of pleasure muted against the puffy cotton. I still until she finally looks over her shoulder at me. I quickly peck her pouty lips. "Don't hide your sounds from me, baby girl."

I grin when she rolls her eyes, apparently waking up enough to be a brat, and I resume moving inside her again. I grunt as I rut into her, not the least bit shy for her to hear how she makes me feel, and she reaches around to grab my ass in an effort to make me move faster.