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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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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."

My brain doesn't register the pull on my scalp as pain. It only feels pleasure and I shiver from it. I whimper at his words and lick my lips again, savoring the taste lingering there. I knows the rules of the games we play, though, and I do as instructed, climbing back onto his thighs to resume stroking his cock in aching slow motions.

A wicked grin curves my lips as I slick my hands along his cock, thinking of the dream I had the night before to keep myself from speeding up again.

"Talk," I gasp, struggling to keep my voice even despite the pleasure she's giving me. I'm amazed at how lucky I am, his fortunate it is that I've found someone to out up with me at all, let alone treat me like this.

"I had a dream last night," I say, my voice low. "I was wearing this red t-shirt. It was old, well worn, torn in places. And I was waiting for you to get home. I was all hot, excited. I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs, but I wasn't doing anything about it, I was waiting for you. But I was in the kitchen, making dinner. Just standing there, chopping up vegetables and not in the bed. Want to know why?" I didn't wait for him to answer. "Because in the dream, we had this arrangement. If I was wearing that shirt, it meant one thing only."

I gave his cock a slow, strong pull.

"What did it- ohfuck- what did it mean?" I ask, although I can guess at the answer. Just retelling the story is getting her more and more excited, so I make sure to file this fantasy of hers away as something to make a reality another time.

"It meant about what you'd think someone wearing red in front of a few versions of animal instinct?" Another long, slow pull, my other hand gently cupping his balls. "It means I expected rough, that I wanted rough. Surprise. That if you wanted to walk in and bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me, it would be fine. It meant that if you wanted to walk into the kitchen, drop your pants and push me to my knees and fuck my mouth...fuck me any way you wanted, hard as you wanted, rough as you wanted."

My head dropped back, I was on the verge of coming.

"Fuck you all night long," I told her. I know how much she likes to be treated like that, how she loses it when she knows she drives me so crazy I just take her. It drives me crazy too and my cock twitches at the thought of it.

"Every way, every hole. Whatever I want."

I had to take a breath to focus because all I want to do is climb onto his cock and ride him and fuck him and keep fucking him. Instead, I kept my hands slow, glacially slow. "The red shirt meant anything. Any time. However you wanted."

"Stop," I tell her. I'm so close, I'm right there on the edge but I don't want to release just yet, no matter how good it would feel.

"I'll fuck you like I know you want, but only if you make me come without using your hands, mouth, or pussy."

I have no idea what she'll do, but I'm excited to find out. Maggie is VERY creative.

it didn't take me long to figure out how to do what he asked. My eyes never left his face, my hand slipped down along my belly, and I smiled. He wasn't specific with his request, and hadn't said I couldn't use my hands on me.

With a soft moan, I slipped my fingers through my curls and slid two fingers inside myself. Seconds later, I was fingerfucking myself while my thumb circled my clit.

"That's using your hands," I say, but I'm not complaining, not really. The sight of Maggie getting herself off drives me crazy. I love being able to focus on what she looks like when she's so happy and the entire act has me squirming.

"Ah," I respond around a moan. "You weren't specific, were you? Maybe next time you will be."

My head drops back as pleasure starts to take me again, inching me closer to the edge.

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