Drowsy, senses muddled in the grey morning light, she feels him wrapped around her, suffocating in his intensity, curling against her, touching her, their legs entwined, she moves her hips and he groans sweetly, holding her harder, tighter, gripping her in place with his legs, his chest, winding around her to find her arms before she wakes enough to realise they were free.
Bound now, held to him, she keeps her eyes closed and submits to him, resting her head back against his shoulder she surrenders as he presses, use me, explores, hurt me, lovingly, firmly, make me yours. Their gentle rhythm, soothing and calming, stirs her as lazily his hand wanders her contours, owning her flesh, Please be careful, one handful at a time. The heat draws soft moans, barely more than sighs, from her. She flickers at the edge of sleep, secure and safe, a part of him. The illusion waivers as he finds a focus for his attention and she stifles a gasp, He's a dangerous man. Tenderly, so slowly he strokes, still held tight, yielding, unresisting, she sways with his touch, dreamily leaning into him, moving softly by instinct. And Selfish. Rolling, tumbling, she buries her cheek into his arm, stretching and bucking slowly against him, reaching for something, his breath dampens her neck, whispering to her, calming her, Whatever he promised, a daze of bliss surrounds her, surrounds them, the touch of his lips warming her spine, his breath stifled into her hair, don't think he'll ever put you, her whole existence is flaring at his touch, abandoned willingly to him, to be his in this moment, she arches back against him, feeling him pressed hard into the small of her back, he releases his hold as she chokes back a gasp, pulling her hips further back to escape his relentless touch, above his own needs. Her breath is heavy and hard as she curls up against him, pulling his arm down to her side and wrapping herself around it, nestling, kissing his forearm, before sleep reclaims her.