It’s a Saturday morning, and the sun has just started to filter past the curtains. The open window lets a slight breeze drift in, making goosebumps break out across my skin. Sprawled out on my stomach, I can feel your arm across my back. Even in the depths of sleep, you can’t let me go. And even in the depths of sleep, I don’t want you to. The past week was long, full of meetings and errands and tasks built up over time coming to a head. We are both grateful for the weekend, where we can put down our outside responsibilities and get lost in each other.
I’m conscious, but just barely so. I want to bask in the contentedness I am feeling, hold on to the heavy warmth of sleep. I feel you begin to stir, your arm tightening around my waist. You pull me in. I end up on my side, back to your chest, naked bodies touching from head to toe. You tuck your head into the hollow of my throat.
“Good morning babygirl,” you whisper, voice rough from sleep. Your breath ghosts across my sensitive skin, and I tilt my head to bare my throat to you.
“Good morning Daddy.” I can’t help but arch back into your body, needing more of you, always. Your hand creeps upwards, gently tracing a swirling pattern up my stomach and around my breasts until one hand grabs hold, kneading them slowly. I whimper.
“Mm, I’ve missed this. Waking up with you in my arms, at my mercy.” Your hand lets go of my breast and wraps around my throat. I gasp, eyes shut and air coming in short, erratic puffs. “I want you, right here, right now. You’re mine.”
“Yes, Daddy, yours. All yours.” The words tumble from my lips, a promise and a prayer. I hook on of my legs over yours, body pushing back into yours. Your other arm, tucked beneath me, moves lower until I feel your long, rough fingers running along my folds.
“Oh look at you, princess. You’re dripping already. Eager are we?” You chuckle lowly, somehow giving me a sense of awe and warning. You line up behind me, not having much patience so soon after waking up, not with me squirming prettily in your arms. “So wet, I could just,” you push inside of me, “slip right in.” I moan out, mouth dropping open as I am suddenly full. You grind your hips slowly into me, your cock rubbing mind-numbingly against my inner walls. One of my hands grabs onto yours, still wrapped around my throat, and the other reaches out to hold onto the sheets. You slowly pull back, only to drive in harder again, and again, and again. It is a slow, brutal rhythm that leaves me breathless.
“So good Daddy, you feel so good inside me. Hold me, please, more.” I can’t help but beg beneath you. Sparks of heat are pooling in my belly, drags of your cock light me up from the inside. I feel two of your fingers lift and tap my lower lip. I eagerly suck them in, laving at them with my tongue, moaning at the taste of your skin.
“That’s it babygirl. You need something in that pretty little mouth of yours, don’t you? Daddy will give you what you need.” You begin to drive into me harder, continuing with slow drags followed by a barbaric snap of your hips every time to fill me up again. I wail around your fingers.
“Please, Daddy, I’m gonna come. Please can I come for you, you feel so good.” I beg and I beg, every fiber of my being begging in its own way. My fingers, holding on tightly to anything they can reach. My body, curling into yours, baring itself to your every whim. My mouth, begging with words and with every swipe of my tongue across your skin. “Yes, yes, Daddy, right there. Keep fucking me like that, please. Oh god, please let me come!”
“It’s okay, angel, just let go. You can come if you need to. Daddy’s got you.” Your voice soothes something inside of my chest I didn’t know was aching, and yet it lights the rest of me on fire. I convulse in your arms, writhing as the knot in the pit of my belly snaps. White sparks explode behind my eyes.
“Daddy!!” I call out for you, feeling how your rhythm never falters, riding out my pleasure, enhancing it. Slowly, agonizingly, I come down and begin to breathe again. I still feel you moving inside of me, and little sparks of pleasure sing through me still. I clench my body around you, moving my hips back to meet yours, thrust for thrust. “Come on Daddy, come inside of me. Fill me up with your cum. Breed me, make me yours.” I feel the rapid clenching in your stomach, feel the pulsing of your cock inside of me.
“Yeah baby, I’ll give it to you. I’ll fill you up with Daddy’s cum and leave you a naughty little mess.” You whisper in my ear just as I feel your cum begin to fill me up, hot liquid spilling inside of me. We both groan out.
As we both catch our breaths, I turn over in your arms to face you. Leaning in close, I kiss you deeply, a gentle press of the lips that says I love you, I need you, I’m yours.
“Good morning Daddy,” I breathe out in the space between our lips. You smile.
“Good morning, my love. And it is a wonderful morning.”
“Yeah Daddy. With you, it always is.”