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[everywere]

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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[irishcoffee]

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.

[everywere]

"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."

[irishcoffee]

"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?"

[everywere]

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."

[irishcoffee]

"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.

[everywere]

"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."

[irishcoffee]

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.

[everywere]

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.

[irishcoffee]

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.

[everywere]

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."

[irishcoffee]

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.

[everywere]

"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.

[irishcoffee]

"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.

[everywere]

"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.

[irishcoffee]

"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.

[everywere]

"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."

[irishcoffee]

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."

[everywere]

"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.

[irishcoffee]

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.

[everywere]

"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.

[irishcoffee]

"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.