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I'm not a morning person. Or a morning... whatever I am. Maybe it's the cat part of me but I hate getting out of bed in the morning. I can do it if I have to but I don't like it. Fortunately the amazing woman I share a bed with is very understanding about that and when she doesn't have to get up early for works she stays in bed with me.

Scooting over I press up against her back, her smaller form half curled up on her side. I know she's awake but I'm glad that she's still here. I'm always happier when I wake up with her neck to me. I curl my body up around hers and put an arm over her, wrapping it around her and pulling her close before I nuzzle along the back of her neck.

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Smirking I slowly remove myself and give her a smack on the ass. I love it when I can make her react like that, comlpetely lose herself.

"Good morning," I tell, licking again, this time my tongue sliding along her clit.

I don't squeal so much as moan when his hand connects with my ass. Moan, and shudder. Any retort I was going to make to his cheery morning greeting, and I was going to make one, gets lost when his tongue strokes me again.

"Fuck," I manage to pant out.

"Soon enough," I promise her as I pull back again, a hand replace my tongue. I tease her a bit longer before my tongue moves again, this time sliding up to her crack and pressing against her pucker.

"Soon eno--?" My question is cut off mid-word the second his tongue slides along the seam of my ass and pushes against the resistant muscle. "Ohfuck," I moan again. My legs, already trembling from recent orgasm, start shaking again. This time from a flood of lust so strong, it's almost like I hadn't just come screaming moments ago.

My tongue presses harder and pushes inside of her as my thumb starts to rub against her more and a finger slips inside of her slit. Another benefit of being a shapeshifter is the ability to shift and contort my hands and didgits until they're any shape and size I want. Which means while my tongue works her ass, I can have a thumb rub her clit and my finger fill her pussy and rub her g-spot.

My mind is a complete blank. I can't think of words, odds are I'd have a hard time saying my own name. Right now, Jack's all there is. I can't see past him, think past the sensations flooding my body and the animal lust as my body moves against his tongue and fingers, trying to get more, get closer.

I give her what she wants, pushing my tongue further inside of her ass and stroking her clit and g-spot even more. I want to give her more than she can handle, to practically break her with pleasure and do the things to her that only I can do to her. I love it when she absolutely loses it for me.

And lose it I do, a few moments later. My entire body seizes from the spasms that hit me. The walls of my pussy close around his fingers, muscle tightens around his tongue, and I almost lose my voice from the force of screaming his name as a crack of lightning strikes the ground not ten feet from the house.

When it's finally subsided I pull back and out of her feeling incredibly smug and pleased with myself. How many people can say that they've made someone orgasm so hard they caused lightning?

"You're awake," I say, curling up to her and pressing close so that she can feel just how excited I am.

It's amazing, but even through two intense orgasms and my body still twitching from both of them, there's still that ache of need deep in my belly. Orgasm is release, and a good thing, even a great thing. But it's not the same as when he fucks the orgasm out of me, when his cock fills me so completely...

My ass moves against his groin and I use what muscle strength I have to wiggle just a little.

"Smart ass," I respond.

"You're not complaining," I say, slapping her hip playfully as she grinds against me. I'm sure that eventually I'll pay for this but right now I'm having too much fun with it. Besides, I know what I want and she likes it when I "make" her give it to me.

"I have something more in mind though."

"Not even a little," I chuckle, wiggling more at the soft slap to my hip.

I turn my head just enough to look at him out of one eye. "You do, huh?"

"Mmmhmmm," I tell her, nodding before I roll over to lay on my back. I miss the contact with her but I'm sure I won't be seperated from her for too long.

Closing my eyes I take hold of myself and slowly begin to stroke myself, hoping that she'll volunteer to help.

I protest when he rolls away from me and it takes a second to get the muscle control to turn over to see why. When I see what he's doing, heat pools in my belly again. I look from his face to his hand, watching it move over his cock and lick my lips.

"Is that a private party going on, or can I join in?" I let my fingers trace his thigh.

"So long as you go slow," I tell her, opening my eyes to look over at her. I know that's not what she wants but I enjoy the long, drawn out process sometimes. I don't know why but sometimes it's good just to enjoy it all drawn out.

I growl, more like a soft little mewling, but I want my hands on his body too much to complain or refuse. But I can be a little evil with it.

I crawl over the mattress and straddle him, my ass on his thighs. After a moment's pause, I rub my hand over my pussy, both still wet and wet again from anticipation. When my hand grips him, just below his, it's slick and slides easily over the velvet hardness.

"Nnnnn, yes," I moan, lifting my hips up as I feel her touch me. It's so good, her touch doing things to me that no one else can. I wonder if she knows that, knows that she's the only one in the entire world that came make me feel this way or do this to me.

"You're amazing, Maggie."

"Mmmm," I respond and push his hand out of my way. Slowly, deliberately, I run practiced fingers over ever inch, the base, the tip, along the underside. "You're the one that just had me writhing to the point I couldn't speak and I'm amazing?"

She moves her fingers deftly and I hiss in pleasure, loving the feel of it. I'm so aroused and hard that every tiny touch makes my body jerk with pleasure. It's the most amazing sort of torture.

"I love to watch you work."

"Easy to watch when I enjoy my work so very much." I say, then look up at his face. "Do I only get to touch?" I ask, licking my lips again.

"Will you be slow?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. Those are the rules, at least for right now, no matter how much I want to do something else.

"Take your time? You can do whatever you want so long as you do that so... surprise me."

I'm pretty sure the sound I make is inhuman. "I think I can be slow." And if I'm not, I know without a doubt he'll correct me. The very idea has me shivering with renewed want.

Without another word I move from his thighs to settle between them. I lower my head and exhale a soft breath along his length, adding in a soft flick of my tongue here and there before giving him a slow swirl over the tip.

I give a sharp cry out when I feel her mouth on me. My entire body shakes with restraint and it's only because of what I am that I resist releasing immediately. Reaching out I run my fingers through her hair, enjoying the crackle of energy between the contact of our bodies. Maggie knows how to use her mouth to drive me crazy though and I can't wait to feel what she does.

I do take my time with him. Lots of slow licks, slip his cock between my lips and slide them from tip to root and back again. My hand strokes while I move lower to kiss and lick his balls, sucking at them gently. It's not long before I'm completely lost in his taste on my tongue and my mouth is back on his cock, bobbing faster than I should in silent plea for him to fuck my mouth.

It's hard to remember that I'm forcing her to move slow. Once she gets going I don't want her to stop but I need her to, I want her to draw this out even longer to when she really starts getting into it I tighten my grip in her hair and pull her head up, forceful but careful not to hurt her too much.

"That was fast. Now you can't use your mouth anymore."