AlyDen Smut

Morning Rituals

Alyssa dreams that she is drowning in coffee.

She rouses herself awake, to open her eyes, to find that it is not coffee she is drowning in, but rather, coffee-coloured tresses, invading her mouth and tickling her nose. She pulls away to scratch the itch away before returning her arms around the tiny body of her wife. Well. They're not exactly married yet, but they might as well be. And in Dennise's eyes, why would she even think of marrying anyone else?

"Den?" Alyssa murmurs softly. A soft moan, and that's it.

Alyssa smiles and kisses the slope of her wife's-okay, her fiancée's-shoulder, her palm caressing the softness of her stomach. Still asleep then, Aly muses, and she buries her face against the back of Dennise's neck and breathes her in deep. There is no other way to breathe in Dennise, no other way to consume her other than this: deep, all-encompassing, greedy.

She slides her palm up some more, cups a warm breast, and squeezes, like she is palming a cloud. Alyssa nibbles on Den's exposed neck, teeth scraping the sensitive spot underneath the shell of her ear. Dennise tastes remotely of sweat from last night, and apricot scrub. It is a taste that Alyssa is willing to consume for the rest of her days.

She props herself up by her elbow and peels the thick duvet off Den's nakedness. Slopes and valleys, undulations of honeyed skin stokes the ever-growing hunger in Alyssa's lower belly. It is a fire that never goes out, and she doubts it ever will. Alyssa spreads Den's legs by pushing them apart with her knees. Her cock is fully erect now, just by the thought of touching Dennise, rutting into her with the lazy morning warmth of her pussy clenching around her thickness.

Alyssa groans at the thought and she jerks her cock a few times before nudging the blunt tip against Den's heated core. She keeps her cock there, squeezed in between Den's warm thighs as Alyssa's arm loops around her stomach. She rubs Dennise's clit in slow circles, relishing the tiny jumps that wrack her body.

While she is doing this, Aly is sucking and biting on Den's smooth neck, her shoulders, and the dimples on her upper back, where her wings would be if she had them.

Once the wetness is seeping through her fingers, making them slick and warm, Aly raises Dennise's leg and drags the head of her cock against her slit.

"So warm..." Alyssa mumbles, and she slides in completely, balls deep, inside her still slumbering wife- fiancée. For a few moments, Alyssa relishes the sweltering wet heat, before pulling out completely, and pushing right back inside Den's pussy. "Jeeeez..."

Alyssa pumps in deep, steady strokes. Her eyes are closed, face buried against Den's neck. This is her, being greedy for Dennise, taking in what she is inherently hungry for.

It is not until a hand curls around the back of her head that Aly pulls away to see Den's blackened irises, staring back at her. Dennise's head is in an awkward tilt, just so she can look at Alyssa's face.

"Good-ah!-morning to you too, Aly..." Den whimpers, her fingers tugging at dark brown hair.

A smirk makes its way on Aly's lips.

She ruts her thick cock, dragging her thickness out of Dennise's dripping pussy to slap her dick against Den's ass. The shaft is wet, dribbling a mix of Alyssa's precome and Dennise's own come. Alyssa smears the slick juices on Den's ass before pushing back in, roughly this time, making Dennise arch into her with a gasp. "Good morning." Alyssa grits out.

There is no more slow morning sex. It seems that Aly's plans always change whenever Dennise is involved. They become happy accidents.

Though if she is being honest, there is no 'accidental' about the way Alyssa pounds Dennise into the mattress after rolling her onto her stomach.

Aly's hand grips the back of Den's neck, pushing her into the pillows to stifle her moans.

"Yes..." Dennise gasps, her hips wiggling just enough for Alyssa's cock to graze her sensitive walls. Her arm wraps around Aly's neck, pulling Alyssa to her. "Take me like this, babe. Oh my..."

Alyssa nibbles on Dennise's ear and thrusts hard. She plants her hands on either side of Den's trembling body.

She is drowning in this heat, the swelter of being under the covers and pounding into Dennise like she is her salvation. Which she is.

Alyssa murmurs that she is close, that she is going to come soon and Den, knowing all of Alyssa's weaknesses, pants and begs her to spill her thick come inside her greedy wet walls. Her pussy clenches and unclenches, milking Alyssa as she bucks and gasps, uttering Den's name like a mantra that prolongs her orgasm.

Underneath Alyssa's shaking body, Dennise is coming. The sensation of Alyssa's come inside her, filling her dripping pussy, never fails to give her pleasure. She trembles, clenching her pussy around Aly's cock so her come won't leak out. Alyssa smiles, knows exactly what she's doing.

"You're so greedy for my come..." Aly admonishes lightly. Dennise moans and slumps on the pillow, breathless and panting. Alyssa pulls her cock out, the slickness making it easy. She rolls beside Dennise as she turns to face Den.

"If I have to sacrifice coffee and cigarettes to be allowed to consume you like this for the rest of my days, then..." Aly trails off and kisses Dennise.

Languid and lazy, she tastes and retastes Den's lips. "these lips of mine will no longer know the bitterness of caffeine and nicotine. They'll only know the sweetness that your lips allow."

Dennise bites her lip and smiles. "It's Saturday, Aly."

Alyssa chuckles. "There are no weekends for poets."

She nuzzles into Dennise, completely aware of the warm stickiness of their lower limbs. Dennise ignores it, if only for a while. After love-making, Alyssa needs this, and knows Den needs it too. The closeness, the earthy tugs of the heart that makes them believe that yes, this is real and that mornings like these? They are now habits that cannot be broken.

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Still alive? Hahahaha! Ang intense ng mga scenes diba? Sorry na.