“Grayson. Yes. It’s—your—Gray!”
Her hips lifted off the bed and a desperate whimper fell from her lips. Her brow furrowed and her eyes screwed shut and her tits jumped with every convulsion that coursed through her body. She pulled me closer. Deeper into her pussy. Her walls massaged my cock as I continued to dive into her, quickly approaching my end. My balls pulled up into my body and I fell against her legs. I captured her lips and grunted down her throat as our tongues collided one last time.
I spilled into her, giving her pussy what it wanted as I marked her. Filled her. Lost myself in her.
With one last kiss, I slid her legs from my shoulders, then dropped to her body. And the next thing I knew, I was waking up with her in my arms. My skin was crusted with her arousal and the bed was soaked in our intermingled scent. Her leg was thrust between mine and her head was on my chest, her mass of red hair splayed along my skin. I traced faces upon her skin, smiling as I woke up with her against my body.
I liked holding her in my arms.
Waking up to her warmth blanketing me was a wonderful feeling.
I laid there, just reveling in the feeling until Michelle finally stirred. She groaned, grunted, and stretched. Her back popped, her shoulders popped, and with each sound her groan got a little higher. A little lighter. Until finally she sighed with relief and collapsed back to my body. Her head tilted back to look up at me and I grinned down at her. She looked adorable with her sleep-filled eyes and that lopsided smile on her cheeks.
I reached down and kissed her lips, the faded remnants of myself on the tip of her tongue.
But that kiss turned into an embrace. And that embrace turned into rolling her over onto her back. My tongue lapped at the roof of her mouth, drinking down her morning essence as my cock jumped to the ready. Her legs parted and I slid between them, ready to inch my way back into her body and take her in all the ways I couldn’t last night.
Her hands on my chest stopped me, however, and I pulled back and gazed into her eyes.
“I really need to brush my teeth,” Michelle said.
“You could brush your teeth after,” I said.
“I also need a shower.”
“Sounds like fun. Care for a partner?”
Before she could answer, I slid off the bed and pulled her into my arms. I dipped down and threw her over my shoulder, smiling as she squealed.
“Grayson! What are you doing!?”
“Shower time!” I exclaimed.
I playfully popped her juicy ass cheeks and groaned when they jiggled. She gripped tightly onto me as laughter poured from her lips. I walked us across the hallway and burst into the bathroom, then set her down on the bathroom counter. I smiled broadly at her before I turned around, getting the warm water running and steaming up the bathroom.
“Don’t you dare. I can’t walk. Grayson, no—!”
I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the shower. I set her down onto her feet and watched as the warm streams fell over her curves. Trickled from her hair down to her tits, falling off the perfect rounds and onto her stomach. Rivers ran between her thighs and dripped all the way down to her toes, a sight I knew I would never forget.
“Mmm,” she said, as she leaned her hair into the water. “This feels good.”
But I wanted to make her feel better.
I dropped to my knees and parted those delectable thighs, then I ate my fill of breakfast. She squirmed and darted around as she fell unto my body, my hands holding her up as she bent over me. I played with her ass cheeks. Massaged her thighs. I licked her beautiful clit until she unleashed against my face, then I lifted her weakened body and pinned her against the shower wall. I threaded our hands together and pinned them above her head. I rolled my hips into hers until her pussy captured my cock willingly. I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t stand the thought of not invading every corner of her world.
I rolled slowly into her, watching as her body built to an explosive orgasm that triggered mine and forced me to my knees.
“Okay,” Michelle said. “Now I really need to clean up.”
I held her close until she wouldn’t let me any longer. Then I released her and let her clean up. I soaped up her body while she washed her hair, taking great care of the peaks and valleys her body had. I slid my fingers between her pussy lips and tickled that sensitive clit of hers, bringing her to yet another pleasurable moment as her conditioner sat in her hair.
“I think that was about five minutes,” I said with a grin. “We can wash that conditioner out of your hair now.”
“You’ll be the death of me, Grayson,” Michelle said.
My heart thundered in my chest at her statement. At the way she said it with such awe and pride in her voice.
After a whirlwind shower that lasted until the water ran cold, we dried ourselves off and put some clothes on. I could’ve done without the clothes, but Michelle was insistent on covering up those curves from my view. Which was probably a good idea, otherwise I’d never get breakfast cooked. We danced around one another in the kitchen, cooking our first meal together as this semi-pseudo-couple we had become.