Early Morning
Soul's dark, sanguine eyes stared up at her as his mouth worked against her breast. She bit down on her lip to stifle the moan that had crawled up her throat and was begging to escape from her. His tongue circled around her nipple, his teeth gently sunk into the creamy flesh around the pink bud, and his mouth noisily sucked on it. Her back arched into him, and she threw head back. A loud moan broke through her lips as he turned his attention to her other breast.
She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the moisture as it accumulated between her thighs swish with the motion. Twining her hands through his hair, she pressed him harder to her chest. Soul's tongue roamed around the curve of her breast, licked the sweat from the dip, and flicked her pert nipple. Her head rolled as she moaned at the action, and she scratched her nails against his scalp. Maka brought him up to kiss her; a long, drawn out kiss. They pulled out moans from each other as their tongues flew out to greet the other, caressing and receding back.
Taking one hand, she lightly pushed against his chest and onto his back so she could straddle him. Her mouth left his to travel along his jaw and neck; her nails left little crescent moons on his skin as they dug into his chest. A low, throaty groan reverberated through him when she pressed her tongue on one of his sensitive nipples. She flicked and licked and sucked on the little bud, relishing in the squirming and lip biting it caused the man to perform. His hips bucked off the bed lightly, and his erect cock brushed against the seam of her pussy.
Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, and a low moan sounded from her throat. She pushed herself up from his chest, scooted back, took his warm cock in her hand, and rubbed herself along the length of his shaft. He threw his head back roughly at the feel, gripped her hips, and timed his thrusting with her. Smiling at him, she held herself up against his knees, and pressed her clit hard on the vein beneath his dick. It never entered her, but it felt so wonderful.
She moaned and mewled her pleasure as her hips rode him faster. Their breathing ragged as they whispered the others name. His hands floated up her body to harshly squeeze her tits, twirling and tugging the little buds between his fingers. Her eyes flew shut as she continued to grind on him, and when she opened them again, she saw that she was actually humping his leg.
Maka blinked her eyes open to see that she wasn't naked in bed with Soul; she was actually dressed in her pjs with the man snoring beside her.
Cheeks flushing from embarrassment, Maka quickly pushed herself away from him. She waited a few seconds to make sure he was indeed sleeping, and when a low snore sounded from his mouth, she sighed her relief. It had been traumatizing enough that her overactive brain had created a very steamy sex dream; if Soul had woken up from her humping his leg, that would have been the end of it. His teasing knew no bounds sometimes.
Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the darkened ceiling and tried to bring back the dream once again. It had been really hot, actually. She had never before thought of riding his dick like that. The seam of her pussy gliding up along his shaft and rubbing her clit along his vein had been a fantastic idea – something she might try another time in the bedroom to see how he liked it – but for the time being, she had another problem. Lying there, she realized that her desire hadn't been only restricted to the dream as she rubbed her thighs together.
She looked over at her sleeping partner, and sighed. It would be rude to wake him up from his dream just so he could help her with her problem, but it would also be rude to not take care of her problem. Also, it wasn't like Soul would particularly protest against her waking him up for a little early morning sex session. Hadn't he brought up the question casually one too many times before? Even offered to make it worth her while by waking her with kisses on her neck and chest? And wasn't she the one who had refused because she liked sleeping in during the weekend and didn't want to be bothered with morning sex?
Yea, Soul definitely wasn't going to mind her waking him up.
Turning over on her side, Maka's green eyes stared at him for a while, thanking the spirits that he slept on his back rather than his stomach, and scooted closer to him. She licked her lips as his chest rose and fell steadily with sleep. Her hands laid on his pecs as she leaned over to quietly kiss his neck. Working her mouth against his flesh, she sucked and bit him like she knew he liked, and slowly trailed her kisses down his body. She tasted the dips and curves along his stomach, breathing in his natural scent, and kissed the spot above the white trail that disappeared beneath his boxers.
Her actions didn't cause him to stir or wake up, but she felt a change in his body and breathing.
Fingers lightly trailed down from his belly button, along the soft white hair that led below it, and tugged and twirled the hairs around before toying with the waistband of his boxers. She waited a few seconds – watching him continue with his slumber – before sliding them down enough to pull his limp dick out. It was soft as she wrapped her fingers around it, not at all like what she saw when they got things hot and heavy between them.
But somehow it was still arousing.
The thrill of her getting him off and seeing him harden before her sent excitement buzzing through her body. Her fingers softly pumped his shaft while her tongue flicked out to lick beneath his tip and along the side. He slowly became harder in her hand, his dick rising as the blood started to flow down his body and toward his member. She moved her mouth away and worked her hand pumped his shaft. Her thumb pressed along the vein beneath as she worked up to his tip and then dragged down as she went back to the bottom.
She continued to pump him until he was nice and hard, and she moved her mouth back on him to kiss up the side of him before placing him inside. Her head bobbed up and down as she quietly sucked on him, wet sounds filling the silence of the room as she slid down his shaft, and her hand worked the end that didn't fit in her mouth. Salty precum tasted on her tongue as she flicked it over his tip, and she swirled the liquid around before sliding him back into her mouth.
Her core ached with the desire to feel him within her – to have his cock sliding in and out of her as she rode him. She wanted him touch her scolding skin with his hands, brand her flesh with his mouth, and hear her name being moaned from his lips. She needed him awake and fast. He needed to be touching the most private parts of her body, making her cry out his name as he pounded within her, and suck on her tits like his life depended on him.
Maka desperately needed him to wake up soon as she slipped her fingers beneath her pajama shorts and panties. She brushed along the seam of her pussy, teasing herself while continuously sucking on his dick. Moans pressed against his shaft as she slid a finger in and out of her, and spread the moisture around her folds. Her hips bucked slightly into her touch, her eyes fluttered closed, and her body felt heated as she worked herself and him. She was too enthralled in her actions that she missed the low groan and whisper that came from the man on the bed.
"Maka," Soul moaned.
His voice was hoarse and rough from sleep, and her eyes flew open at the sound. She side-eyed him as she slid his dick back in her mouth. She waited to see what he would do – if he was going to scold or praise her for her actions – but when he didn't do either, she kept going. Soft kisses pressed along the side of his warm cock, she tried to wake him up from his sleepy brain so they could get things going. Eventually, red eyes trained on her through half-open lids, and his toothy grin sent a wave of want through her.
"Well this is a way to be woken up," he said. His voice was still rough, but it wasn't as hoarse like before. It was low and throaty; the exact one he usually reserved when he was horny.
Licking the side of his dick once again, she took him in her mouth, twisted around his shaft, and moved back up to release with a wet sound. She continued to pump him with her hand – the other one still teasing her own sex – while her head rested on his thigh, and she smiled.
"I thought you might like this."
"Waking up to my girlfriend giving me a blowjob. That's every guys dream, to be perfectly honest." His gaze was soft as he stared at her. "It's kinda hot seeing you down there."
"I had a dream," she whispered. "It was a really nice dream, and I kinda woke up horny."
Sanguine eyes trailed down her body and stopped at the hand that was buried in her shorts.
"Mmm," he hummed. "I can definitely see that."
A light flush bloomed across her chest at his words, and she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
"What was your dream about?"
"Me. You. In bed. Having sex." She swallowed her and knitted her brows together as she said, "Really hot sex, too."
"Really? What were we doing?"
"You were kissing my tits, and afterward I, um…" she trailed off.
Licking her lips, she debated on telling him the rest or not. It had been very hot to ride him bare like that, her pussy sliding up and down his shaft as she spread her own wetness around on him. While it was hot, she also wasn't ready to reveal her sexual fantasy to him just yet. That could wait for another time when she wasn't dying – yearning – to have him inside her rather than her fingers.
"Afterward we did what?" he asked.
"We had sex, and I woke up before I could orgasm in the dream."
"And then you wanted to wake me up because you were horny so we could do what we did in your dream." He drowsily closed his eyes and grinned wider. "You should have those dreams more often."
"You're a pervert," she said, burying her face into his thigh to hide her embarrassment.
"I'm not the one who had a sex dream."
"Like you've never had one before!"
He laughed lowly. "Okay, so I hav pie had them before, so what? Everyone does eventually." She felt his hand softly brush through her hair, and peeked out to stare at him. "Did you wanna have sex, or did I wake up five hours early for nothing?"
"Promise you won't tease me anymore."
"I promise."
Maka removed her hands from both of their sexes and kneeled up on the bed. She pulled her shirt off, and laid back down to remove her bottoms off. Afterward, she scooted back over to him to straddle his waist. His hands gripped her hips as she swiveled them around, rubbing herself down his chest and causing a low groan to sound from his throat. She smiled as she leaned to softly kiss him, relishing in the desire that buzzed off his skin as she did so.
He returned the kiss a little sloppily, though. His lips missed hers as he kissed her chin with his mouth open, and she giggled.
"Maybe waking you up like this wasn't such a good idea," she said while wiping the slobber off her chin.
"Sorry bout that," he muttered.
"Don't worry about it. You're still a little sleepy, only natural." She kissed the side of his mouth. "Maybe we should leave the kisses to me, though."
"Can I leave everything to you? My mind's a little fuzzy from sleep still. We're lucky you're so fucking hot and know how to seduce me or else my dick wouldn't still be erect."
She giggled again. "I'm okay with taking the lead."
"When aren't you?"
Maka didn't respond as she stuck her hand between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his dick. "I'll do all the work as long as you touch me. Deal?"
"Deal," he grinned.
"Good," she said as she slid the tip of his cock along her seam.
They both moaned out at the sensation, and she gently kissed him again as she slowly guided him into her. Pushing herself up, she took his full length within her, biting down in her lip to stifle the moans that begged to be released. She pressed down on his chest as she thrust her hips up and down, trying to find the right rhythm. His hands traced along her sides, up to the curve of her breasts, and he lightly brushed against her nipples. A sigh broke through her, and her eyes fluttered as she poked her chest out more for him. Soul didn't miss a beat as he cupped his hands around her tits and groggily groped them.
He squeezed and twisted her nipples between his fingers, tugging on the pink buds until she threw her head back and cried up to the ceiling. She raised her hand and threaded it through her hair to give him a more room to play with her breasts. Her body burned with the want and desire that bubbled up within her; her walls clenching around his cock as she bounced up and down on top of him. His hips lightly thrust up into her with groggily, meeting her very briefly as his skin rubbed against her clit.
His hands left her tits and rested on the small of her back as he pulled her toward him, and leaning up a little, he took one breast into his mouth and then another. He lapped at her nipples, flicked the little buds with the tip of his tongue, and circled around it. Noisily sucking on the pink nubs, he gently sunk his teeth into her and tugged on each of her breasts. She cried and moaned as his tongue stroked her reddened skin; he kissed each bruise to help soothe her pain before marking her again as his own.
"Ah, fuck," she cried. "Oh my god. Soooouuuullll."
Her breath was bated as she gasped out her pleasure; her nails broke flesh as she arched her back into his mouth. His hands gripped her ass, and he helped guide her hips above him as she started to lose control of herself. She buried her face into the crook of his neck – causing her breasts to become lonely as his mouth drew away from her – and kissed his heated flesh as he thrust into her.
"Soul," she cried, her voice a small whisper. "Soul, Soul, Soul, stop! Stop, stop, stop!'
"Huh?" he asked. He slowed his hips down and halted his movements, slowly sliding his dick out of her.
"Fuck me from the side," she breathed out. She moved to press her forehead on his. Her mouth was inches away from his own, his breath warming her face as she whispered, "I want you to fuck me from the side. Please."
His eyes bulged a little, but he didn't protest. She crawled off him and laid on her side with her back toward him. The bed shifted slightly as he moved onto his side, one arm cradling her head while the other pulled her down on top of his chest, and then moved to hold her leg up next to his hip. He kissed her softly on the lips while stroking the tip of his cock along the seam of her pussy before sliding in and thrusting into her.
She moaned and mewled against his mouth while her hand twined in his hair and tugged on the strands. The hand holding her leg up, moved to grope her tits once again, twirling her nipples between his fingers, and stimulating her once again. In the position that they were in, she felt him hitting parts of her core that he had never hit before. His cock grazed against her, slipping inside her, but never going in far enough. It was hot and sexy, but she needed more; she needed to reach her orgasm.
Her hand found her clit before she knew it. It stroked around the little bud, teasing it in time with his thrusts. The combined effort of her hand and his, she found herself climbing closer and closer to her release. He kissed the side of her neck as he sensed her orgasm nearing, nibbled on her ear, and whispered promises against her skin. She cried out his name and begged for him to fuck her hard. His hips slapped against her ass as he pounded into her harder, his hand gripping her thigh and raising it higher so he could reach her easier.
"Maka," he whispered against her skin. "Maka, come for me."
And she did.
"Ssssoooooouuullll," she moaned out. "Fuck! Soul!"
The orgasm was hard and washed through her body like a tidal wave coming to meet the shore before receding back, only to come crashing back in. Her walls clenched tightly around his dick, and it squeezed his member in time with each wave. She shuddered. Her hand flew down to grip his thigh. His own held on tighter to her as she tried to move away, thrusting his cock into her slower than before as he tried to reach his own release. He kissed and licked her neck softly as she squirmed next to him.
She cried out his name, her voice girly and high-pitched, and that must have been his undoing.
His cock throbbed within her, his forehead pressed against her head, and he groaned at her name as he came hard and hotly inside her. She felt his hot seed shoot within her as he twitched and shuddered against her back. A few minutes rolled by, their highs slowly subdued into small shivers of pleasure, and Soul guided his dick out of her to flop down on the bed behind her. His breathing was heavy as she settled down next to him on her stomach. She waited for her heated skin to cool down a bit before turning toward him and smiling.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Soul burst out laughing, and turned tired eyes on her. "No, thank you for waking me up." He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Fuck that was the best sex we've ever had. You're hot when you orgasm like that. We should try that position again."
"I'll remember that for next time."
"Mmm," he hummed. "Please. That's probably my favorite position we've tried."
She licked her lips and gulped as she worked up the courage to tell him what she had really dreamt about. "Soul?"
"Hm?"
"There's actually another thing I wanna try – at least once! If you aren't into it, or it isn't as hot as I think it'll be."
His brows knitted together. "What is it?"
"Um, well." She paused. "In my dream, we didn't just go straight into sex. We had actually done something else…"
"What was it?" he asked when she didn't continue.
"I… I rubbed myself against your dick, and I kinda liked it. It wasn't penetration or anything, but it was still hot and turned me on."
He digested her words and nodded. "So you wanna ride me, but not put my dick in you?"
"Yea?"
She couldn't read his expression as he turned to stare up at the ceiling, but she felt the air around him shift a little. "You wanna clean up and do what we usually do after sex, come back and try that?"
Her heart jolted, and her core ached at the promise of fulfilling her dream.
"Yes, please," she breathed out.
They both made a mad dash to the bathroom – Maka beating Soul who cried his protest against the door. When she finished using the restroom and cleaning herself off, she opened the door to let him do the same, and went back to bed and waited for him to return. He crawled on the bed and kissed her eagerly, drawing out each moan as he nibbled on her lip, and trailed hot white kisses down her torso. He helped her get back in the mood that they were in moments before while he made his dick hard once again by pumping it.
Once everything was settled and they were ready to go once again – plenty of kisses and soft touches and nibbling to help get the heat back – Maka straddled Soul and rode him like she had done in her dream. The sensation was better, though. It felt fantastic to have her clit rub against the vein of his cock, and it caused her to orgasm faster and harder. His own release was the same, and when they were done, they kissed more passionately and deeper than before.
Maka decided that maybe early morning sex wasn't so bad after all.
