Oh yeah, a year ago I wrote some smut.
Half asleep, I feel you curl up behind me and then feel your hand on my back lightly caressing me over the top of my nightie. You inch closer to me until we’re spooned together, small bit of space between our bodies. Your hand travels down to the top of my thigh, hitting bare flesh. Then fingers grip my hip slightly as you lean against me, then back off again. I’m facing the wall, keeping silent - trying to determine what moves you’ll make next as I move, to back up against you, my ass pressed against your cock which I can feel getting harder through the fabric of your pajama pants. Now that I’m lying against you, my back against your chest, your right arm circled under me and your left hand still moving over my hip and thigh, you pull my panties down over my ass so it’s barely exposed then slide your hand between my thighs, fingers exploring me from behind. Intake of breath from me as you slide your fingers inside of me - me, instantly soaking them.
You pull your hard cock out between the opening in your pjs and press against my cunt, between my legs from that angle. I bend one leg up slightly to give access, my panties still only pulled down ‘just enough’. You thrust into me, hand on my hip now holding me to you while your right hand finds the way to my face, covering my mouth just a bit, my moans against the palm of your hand. I try not to get off too quick, so I take mental pictures of what I’m feeling - you moving inside of me, steady at first then quicker. The feel of your flannel pj pants against my ass cheeks as I grind back against you; knowing the only flesh exposed on you is what’s buried deep inside of me… the image of that mixed with my panties only being pulled down - the clothed but fucking visual is such a turn on…
As you fuck me with more intensity - I brace myself against the wall so you can pound harder - and as you start to cum, your hand reaches around my throat and grasps, firmly - pushing me over the edge as well. As your cock remains in my cunt, your left hand returns to my thigh to stroke across my skin; right hand that was around my throat is now twisted in my hair, and with every little pull and tug of my hair you get another twitch and spasm from my cunt contracting around you as you’re coming down from the rush.
You pull out of and away from me, disregard the mess between us and put yourself back in your pjs. I pull up my panties and roll to face you and kiss you, feeling the warmth of said mess spreading over the crotch of my panties as we’re making out some. Good morning, I say. Good morning indeed.