Good Morning

Bridget could feel the sun coming in through the bedroom windows, even with her eyes closed. It was warm and bright. She knew she would have to get up soon, Hank must need to go outside. But she was so warm and cozy in bed. At that moment, she felt a hand wrap around her waist as Jack nuzzled up behind her, filling the position of Big Spoon perfectly. She scooted back and pressed her body against his. He was even warmer than the sun coming through the window.

“Good morning, Princess,” he whispered, nibbling her earlobe. She felt his lips gently caress her neck.

“Good morning indeed, Sir,” she said with a smile. Reaching a hand behind her, she felt the warm skin of his hip, he was not wearing any pants. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, as he grew stiffer by the second. Jack reached one hand up under her tank top to gently play with her nipples. With the other hand he pulled at her shorts. She shifted to allow the shorts to pass down to her knees.

“You’re such a good girl this morning,” he kept his voice low and gruff as he spoke into her ear. She shuddered with delight, as she pushed herself harder against him. Jack brought a hand down and gently guided himself into her. “Fuck, I love this pussy,” he muttered as he felt the warmth of her envelop him. She moaned loudly as he began thrusting against her back. His hand caressed her hip and inched it’s way over the front of her abdomen. She moaned loudly as he began rubbing her clit in gentle circles. As he thrust behind her, the intensity grew and grew, until she felt like her whole body was about to explode.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum. Permission to cum, Sir? PLEASE?” She begged as she verged explosion.

“Hmm,” he paused for a second, looking over her shuddering body. “Permission granted.” He smiled gleefully as she watched her entire body twitch and flail for what felt like a full minute. She was gasping for breath by the end.

“Good girl, now it’s Sir’s turn,” he whispered in her ear as he began thrusting harder and faster.

“Fuck yes, fill me up, Sir.” She reached back and pulled his body closer to hers, as she felt him tremble and shake violently. A moment later, he collapsed against her, panting.

“Thank you, Sir. What a way to start the day,” she giggled as they both lay there, breathing heavily. She rolled over and lay her head on his chest, running her fingers through his chest hair.

“That’s definitely my favourite way to start the day,” he smirked and kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and hugging her tightly to him.

“I could stay like this all day,” she muttered in a half-asleep daze.

“Yeah, I’m sure you could. But we have stuff to do, so we better get going.” He kissed her forehead as she rolled back to her side of the bed, grabbing her phone.

“Yeah, I’m sure Hank needs to go outside,” she muttered. “But I can’t feel my legs. What kind of voodoo magic did you do here?” She giggled again, poking at her thighs which had that tingly pins-and-needles feeling of falling asleep and then regaining blood flow.

“You just lay there, Princess, I’ll take Hank outside. We wouldn’t want to going down the stairs with those sleepy legs of yours, you might die immediately.” He joked, winking as he threw a shirt over his head. She winked back as she watched him disappear through the doorway.