A Winter's Morning Shag

The bedroom was a cocoon of warmth against the winter’s bite, the air thick with the scent of sleep and skin. Frost laced the windowpanes in delicate, jagged patterns, but beneath the heavy duvet, there was only heat—your body pressed against mine, the slow rise and fall of your chest against my back. I didn’t want to move. Not when the world outside was a gray, frozen blur, and here, in this bed, you were all I needed.

Your alarm buzzed again, a sharp, insistent whine from the nightstand. I reached out blindly, fingers brushing the smooth surface of your phone before silencing it. You groaned, your voice rough with sleep, and I felt the vibration of it against my shoulder blade. "I have to get up," you murmured, but your arms only tightened around me, pulling me closer. The hard line of your cock pressed against my ass, already half-stirred from the warmth of my body. I arched back into it, just enough to make you whimper. “No, I can’t be late today.”

"Five more minutes," I whispered, rolling in your arms until I faced you. The sheets tangled around our legs, but I didn’t care. Your eyes were still heavy with sleep, your lashes dark against your flushed cheeks. I loved you like this—unfiltered, soft at the edges, before the world could harden you again. My fingers traced the stubble along your jaw, the faint scrape of it sending a shiver down my spine. "You can’t leave me yet."

Your hands found my waist, thumbs brushing slow circles over the dip of my hips. "You’re impossible," you muttered, but your mouth was already slanting over mine, hungry and searching. The kiss started lazy, tongues sliding together in slow, deep strokes, but it didn’t stay that way. I moaned into you, my nails scraping lightly down your back, and you rolled me beneath you with a growl. The weight of your body pinned me to the mattress, your thighs spreading mine apart without hesitation.

"Fuck, you feel good," you breathed against my lips, your hips rocking just once, just enough to let me feel how hard you were. I wrapped my legs around your waist, my heels digging into the backs of your thighs, urging you closer. "Stay. Just like this. Inside me."

You groaned, your forehead dropping to mine. "You’re gonna make me late."

"I don’t care." My hands slid between us, fingers wrapping around your cock. You were thick, hot, the skin velvety smooth over the iron-hard length of you. I stroked you once, twice, and your breath hitched. "I want you to fuck me before you go. Slow and deep, just like you know I love." My thumb swiped over the slick head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered there. "Look how wet you are for me. You want it too."

Your control snapped. One hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as your mouth crashed down on mine again, harder this time, your teeth nipping at my lower lip. I gasped, and you swallowed the sound, your tongue plunging deep. Your other hand slid down my body, fingers finding my nipple and pinching just enough to make me whimper. "You’re such a fucking tease," you growled, but your hips rolled into my grip, your cock twitching in my hand. "Always so greedy for me."

"Only for you." My back arched as your fingers abandoned my breast, trailing lower, lower, until they slipped between my thighs. I was already wet, my pussy aching and swollen, and the first brush of your fingertips over my clit made my breath stutter. "Please."

You didn’t make me beg again. Two fingers slid inside me in one smooth thrust, curling up to hit that spot that made my vision blur. "Fuck—" The word broke into a moan as you crooked your fingers, rubbing slow, deliberate circles against my inner walls. Your thumb pressed down on my clit, and my hips jerked off the bed. "That’s it, baby. Take what you need."

I was panting now, my grip on your cock tightening as I stroked you in time with your fingers. "I need you inside me. Now." My free hand fisted in the sheets, my body coiling tight, so close already. You pulled your fingers free with a wet sound, and I whined at the loss, but then you were guiding your cock to my entrance, the thick head pressing against me.

"Look at me," you demanded, and I forced my eyes open, meeting your gaze as you pushed inside. The stretch was perfect, the slow burn of you filling me inch by inch. My nails raked down your back as you bottomed out, your hips flush against mine. "God, you’re tight." Your voice was rough, strained. "So fucking perfect."

I couldn’t answer. My body was too busy adjusting to the thick intrusion of you, my walls clenching around your cock. You stayed still for a moment, letting me feel every ridge, every pulse of you inside me. Then you started to move. Slow, deep thrusts that dragged against my G-spot with every stroke. My legs locked around you, my heels digging into your ass, urging you deeper.

"Harder," I gasped, my fingers tangling in your hair. "Fuck me harder, I can take it."

You groaned, your rhythm stuttering for just a second before you gave me what I wanted. The bed creaked as you drove into me, each snap of your hips sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and the wet, obscene sounds of my pussy taking you. "You love that, don’t you?" you grunted, your mouth finding my neck, your teeth sinking into the sensitive skin just below my ear. "Love when I fuck you like this."

"Yes—" My back arched, my nails scoring down your shoulders. "Yes, just like that, don’t stop—" My words dissolved into a cry as your hand slipped between us again, your thumb finding my clit. The dual sensation—your cock pounding into me, your fingers working my clit—sent me spiraling. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body locking up as pleasure ripped through me. My pussy clenched around you, my walls milking your cock as I came.

"Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight—" Your voice was guttural, your thrusts turning erratic as my orgasm triggered yours. I felt you swell inside me, your cock pulsing as you buried yourself to the hilt and came with a groan, your cum filling me in hot, thick spurts. You collapsed on top of me, your chest heaving, your breath warm against my skin.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of our racing hearts, the slow drag of your softening cock as it slipped from my body. I whined at the loss, my thighs trembling. You kissed me again, slow and deep, your tongue tangling with mine. "Now I really have to go," you murmured against my lips, but your hands were still roaming my body, like you couldn’t bear to stop touching me.

I wrapped my arms around your neck, pulling you down for another kiss. "Five more minutes," I whispered, my voice husky. "Just five more." And when you didn’t pull away, when your mouth found mine again, I knew I’d won.

The world outside could wait. Right now, there was only this—only you, only me, only the heat of our bodies and the promise of more.🍑

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