In that half-awake, half-asleep time of early morning, your warmth draws me like a magnet. My cock stirs, reaching for you. I hesitate. You are still asleep. I don't want to wake you, but our bodies have different ideas. You stir slightly and arch back reaching for me as my cock eagerly waits between your cheeks. Guiding me between your thighs, you squeeze and press it against your warm slit. You mumble something and I realize you are still asleep. Subtle movements of your hips and pussy talk to my cock in ways only they understand. It's not the language of last night's intensity, still seen on your red ass and the whip marks across your back. It's the more subtle words that flow just before waking.

I love this time with you, which we don't often have. Between our two schedules and separate lives, it's a luxury to wake together without having to rush off somewhere. I realize I want to wake up like this every day, something I haven't felt in a long while. Maybe it's time.

As my hand reaches up to stroke your hair, your head shakes, "Don't." I pull back, confused, your body still pulsing against mine. "I don't deserve it." I start to say something and stop, realizing you are still asleep.

At other times, we've talked of dreams in this state, and I've found a depth in you that the shy, wallflower conceals. It comes out intensely when I push your edge, our love-making moving from vanilla to much more exotic flavors in the few short months we've been together.

You turn, sliding down my body, roughly pushing me onto my back. Your mouth finds my cock and begins to hungrily devour it. This is no gentle, good-morning blowjob. It is maximum intensity from the start. I try to swing around to lick your pussy, but you push me away, "No."

My cock is ecstatic, but I'm still not sure you are awake and don't know what's going on. Brushing the hair from your face, wild, feral eyes look back. The intensity of sucking has a feeling of desperation, like it is the last time, ever. My heart skips a beat as this sinks in. It feels like we're hurtling at breakneck speed toward a cliff I don't want to go over, but feels inevitable. The edge is rushing toward us. I pull you off my cock and on top of me trying to kiss you. Turning away, you struggle against my hold, rolling over, pulling me with you. Face flat on the bed, you raise your hips, grabbing my wet cock still reeling from your mouth.

Your body grinds against me, my cock seeking to find a way in. Guiding it with your hand, sliding up and down the slit, your nectar leaves a thick, creamy coat on the head. I start to press into your pussy, but your thighs clamp shut, "No." I'm stunned. You slide the tip up higher, "Fuck me in the ass. I know you want it and she wouldn't. Do it. Do it now!" My cock is eagerly jumping, not needing to be told twice, but for the first time in my life I pause, not letting my cock lead my life. You don't wait, pushing back, sinking the head inside with a low, guttural moan. Grabbing your hips for balance, my breath deepens as your ass squeezes and relaxes around my cock in rhythm with your panting. The intensity of the sensations blocks out everything else. A small pelvis tilt, and you push back again, taking me halfway, your body shivering and swaying. You moan and growl, "More," as you push until my pelvis hits your ass, unable to go further.

The deep internal pulsing from your ass grows steadily, flowing through my cock, up the spine to my head. Your head shakes, hips dancing around my cock. "Fuck me now. Fuck me hard." I lose the battle as your hips start moving back and forth, my cock joyfully sliding along. Pulling almost out, one thrust goes all the way in, bringing out deep, fierce animal cries. Intensity increases with each stroke, building in a growing spiral.

The pace becomes frantic, me holding still while you push harder and faster. Panting, you moan, "You're supposed to fuck me, not like me." A tremor builds from deep within, moving outward throughout your body, until a final series of spasms peaks and you collapse on the bed, with me following. Little tremors fire randomly, your breathing slows, your ass rhythmically squeezes my throbbing cock deep inside you. Your body softens underneath me, like a huge weight has lifted.

Tentatively, I kiss your neck and cheek as you smile and make small purring sounds. This time, you don't push me away. Eyes opening, the wild, feral look is gone, replaced by the deep brown sensuality I'm used to seeing. The heat from your sweaty body radiates while your breathing slows, becoming deeper, small movements pulsing against me. I start to withdraw, but you reach behind, holding me in. "Mmmm, not yet, please. I love feeling you in my ass. It's so full, so complete," you whisper.

After a shower together, we share a cup of coffee in a big, overstuffed chair looking out a wall-length picture window at sunrise over snow-capped mountains. It's very serene and peaceful, a stark contrast to the last hour.

You break the silence, "Don't you need to get to work?"

"It'll be there later. This is more important. We need to talk." I tell you about waking and what happened, you getting very quiet, avoiding my eyes, curling up into a small ball. When I stop talking, everything is still. I pull you close to me as your finger traces lines on my chest. "What was all that?"

Taking a deep breath, "You weren't supposed to see that." You pause. "I'll leave now, if you want." Little shivers ripple through your body. "I'd understand if you did," you say in a very small voice. You finger the thin, gold necklace with the small circle pendant around your neck, a sign of our connection, a symbol of your submission. "I'll give this back," you say with tears welling.

My fingers cover yours, preventing you from removing the necklace. "I won't take it back. I like it right where it is." Tilting your chin up, I look directly into your eyes, "I don't want you to leave. I'm not going anywhere either." Leaning forward, I lightly brush my lips against yours, letting my tongue say the rest. "I don't want to be anywhere but here."

A small tear escapes from the corner of your eye as a smile breaks through. "Nobody else has stayed. Everybody leaves, eventually." My hands cradle your face as I kiss you more deeply, urgently, trying to get through to you. You squirm against my hardening cock, wrapping your arms around my head and pulling tight. I lift your hips enough that my cock slides in and you settle on to me with a deep sigh as we connect. We sit still, my cock throbbing within your core. Leaning into my ear, you begin telling me the story that you've lived with for so long, how it all started, what you went through: years of doctors, therapists, psychiatrists and meds. Finally, you quit all that and figured it out for yourself.

"When if first happened, it felt like a dream. Then, the dream started leaking into this world. I thought I was crazy. They kept telling me there was something wrong with me and I believed them. What they offered made things worse. Now, it feels like the line between dream and the world gets blurred, the edge moves back and forth. It's hard to explain. That's the way it feels. It was very confusing at first. I'm used to it now. The darkest corners just need light." You rotate your pelvis and kiss my neck. "I learned to listen and take care of her. She's not all bad, just a little wild around the edges and fierce, for good reason. She's taught me a lot and protected me, always in the background." Your pelvis starts slowly rocking back and forth. "I think she likes you, but she might not ever admit it," you say with a smile.

"So, what you're saying is, I've just had my first threesome?"

You laugh, a deep belly laugh that vibrates through your pelvis and into my cock. "You're not scared?"

"Do I seem scared?"

"No. You feel hard, rock hard," as you grind against me.

"Is there a way I can care for her, too?"

You stop moving as tears spill down your cheeks. "You want to? Nobody's ever offered."

"Yes, I do."

"You have to really mean it. She'll know if you don't."

I pause. It's clear. It's time. "Move in with me."

"Really?" as tears flow freely.

Nodding, I grab your hair, pulling back, kissing the tears and claiming your mouth with my tongue. Satisfied, I lean back, "Does that answer your question?" You smile and begin alternating lifting up and down as your rotate your pussy against me. My hands move to your small, firm breasts with their hyper-sensitive nipples, a few small indentations visible from the clamps last night. I roll and twist them, watching your face react. "Tender?"

"Ummmm, a good tender." You lean back, increasing the tension against your nipples, pumping your hips faster. My hands move to your red cheeks and squeeze hard. "Sore here?"

"Uh-huh. That'll feel good for days thinking of you." My hand spanks one cheek, then the other, causing you to buck hard against me. "Don't stop, please. I want to really feel it." Smiling, I give you what you need following with a brisk rubbing of your ass.

You reach for the black leather whip draped across the chair back and offer it to me with a smile. "I know she likes this, so do I." I trail it up and down your back, sending small shivers through your body. As you ride my cock, I bring the whip down firmly across sensitive marks already there. Eyes flashing that wild look for just a moment, you arch into me and purr, smiling, kissing my neck, teeth biting.

As your fingernails dig into my back, you/she whispers, "More."