Really I was just looking to get up. Morning are a time to get up and begin anew, regretfully. I just wanted to get up, brush my teeth, and wash away the traces of last night's activities that had left me drifting off to sleep still panting for air. Make myself vaguely presentable before engaging in morning's only redeeming feature, having breakfast. But I couldn't because my arm was trapped.
Admittedly trapped in the best way possible. By a beautiful women sprawling across it, displaying the wonderful color coming into my marks to a literally captured audience. Still I wasn't impatient and had some experience surreptitiously withdrawing without waking someone else. But I was not having any luck, my arm was stuck fast. It it was only as I flexed some feeling back into the dull but prickly limb that I felt it. A grip around my wrist. A certain ironic indignation stirred in me as I pulled a little harder. The grip tightened as she shifted seemingly innocently in her sleep to increase the weight on my arm. But I would not be denied my bacon.
The next determined tug pulled the arm, the hand gripping it, and the girl tumbling towards me. Squawking and flailing she was rolled beneath me. I found her wrists and dragged them back, pinning them behind her. The squawking turning to moans as I ground my hip into an ass angry with fresh bruises. One quick shove silenced her by the simple expedient of forcing her head into the mattress, but brought her ass higher. And all the sudden I was up with no interest of getting out of bed. Or patience.
I slammed my hip into her, slapping my cock into her exposed and tender pussy. Again and again. Drawing my length through her slit only to slap it back. But the morning is no time for foreplay and I felt only hunger. I slammed into her. Forcing myself deep even as she screamed out my welcome.
Then my fingers were digging deep into her hips. Holding her in place with cruel strength as I hammered down. Giving in completely to the roaring need within me. The hunger. The desire. The sheer madness as I used her. Slamming away as my growls joined her debauched cries to shatter the morning's silence. Till with one last throaty cry I burst and collapsed.
After the pounding in my ears receded I became aware of her bemused grin poking out of disheveled hair. Also that she was speaking, "So how about breakfast?"
Still panting I grinned back, and reached down to gently stroke the hair from her face, "Shower first."
And with those words I grabbed a fistful of hair and began pulling her along for another attempt at starting the morning.
