As dawn slipped through the curtains, I hovered between sleep and waking, my wife Sarah’s hand already inside my boxers, her fingers wrapped around my cock. She stroked me with slow, steady pressure, her grip firm and certain, dragging along my length until I was hard and throbbing in her palm. The sheets beneath me were already warm and slightly damp with our shared heat, clinging to my back and thighs. I didn’t want to wake up yet; I wanted to stay in that haze, letting her use my body as she pleased. There was something about the way she touched me, so confident and unhurried, that always made me feel wanted in a way nothing else could.

Sarah’s breathing was calm and even, but her hand was relentless. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through my groin, my cock swelling, the head slick with pre-cum. The air was thick with the scent of our bodies, clean sweat, faint traces of last night’s sex, and now the sharper, unmistakable musk of fresh arousal. I clenched my fists in the sheets, feeling the rough weave against my knuckles, resisting the urge to grab her wrist and make her go faster. I loved that she wanted me first thing in the morning, that she reached for me before she was even fully awake. It made me feel needed, chosen.

She knew exactly when I was fully awake. She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear.

“Wake up, baby. You’re already hard. Don’t just lie there, unless you want to hear how wet I am while I get myself off.” Her voice was low and rough, but there was a mischievous edge to it.

I let out a half-laugh, half-groan. “You know I love it when you talk like that. You have no idea what you do to me.”

Sarah grinned, her cheeks flushed, eyes heavy with want. “Oh, I know exactly what I do to you. I can feel it in my hand. I want you to watch me, to see how desperate I get for you.”

“Good morning,” I said, my voice thick. I reached up and ran my fingers along her jaw, tracing her skin. “You’re insatiable in the mornings, aren’t you?”

She giggled, biting at my hand, then rolled onto her back, pulling my cock out of my boxers. It stood up, red and hard, twitching in her grip. “I wake up wet every morning. You know that. And I hate touching myself when you’re right here. But if you’re going to just lie there, I’ll take care of myself.” She let go of my cock and, with exaggerated slowness, slid her hand down between her legs, fingers slipping through her folds. 

“You want to see how much I need it?”

I watched, mesmerised, my cock twitching at the sight. 

“Fuck, Sarah. You’re so sexy when you take what you want. I love watching you touch yourself. But I want to taste you more.”

She smirked, her fingers circling her clit. 

“Then get down here and make me scream your name. I want to feel your mouth on me, your tongue inside me. Make me lose control.”

I slid down between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. The scent of her arousal hit me, raw, sweet, unmistakable. I took my time, kissing her inner thighs, licking slowly up the length of her slit, tasting her on my tongue. She was already soaked, her pussy glistening, and the taste of her was salty, tangy, and addictive. I didn’t rush. I licked her in lazy circles, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, then pulling away just when her hips started to rock up. I dragged my tongue down to her entrance, dipping inside her, feeling the slick, swollen folds part for me, then back up, never giving her what she wanted for more than a second.

Sarah moaned, her hands tangled in my hair, her thighs trembling around my head. “God, yes, don’t stop. I love the way you eat me. You make me feel so fucking good. I need more, please; don’t tease me.”

Her impatience was electric, and when I slowed down just to tease her, she let out a frustrated groan and tugged my hair. “You’re such a tease. You know I want it. I want to come on your tongue.”

I grinned against her skin, loving her bossiness. “Just making sure you’re awake,” I murmured. “You want more?”

She nodded, breathless, and I slipped a finger inside her, feeling the tight, wet heat of her cunt grip me, curling it to press against her G-spot, making her gasp and buck her hips. “That’s it, right there. Don’t stop; don’t you dare stop.”

Every time her breath caught and her thighs tensed, I slowed down, pulling back to kiss her hips, her stomach, and her breasts. My lips left wet trails on her overheated skin, and I tasted the salt of her sweat mixed with the softness of her flesh.

Between gasps, she managed a laugh. “You’re going to make me late for work, you know that?”

I paused, looking up at her, and for a second we both just smiled, caught in the absurdity and intimacy of the moment. “I’ll write you a note,” I said, and she giggled, the sound bright and honest.

By the time I finally moved up her body, she was panting, her skin flushed, her eyes wild with need. I kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips, and lined my cock up with her entrance. I pressed the swollen head against her slick opening, feeling her heat, her wetness coating me. 

“You feel so fucking good, Sarah. I love how tight you are, how you squeeze me.”

She bit her lip, looking up at me. 

“I want you to fill me up. I want to feel you deep inside, slow and hard. I want to feel every inch.”

I pushed in slowly, spreading her open, inch by inch, feeling her inner muscles stretch and grip my shaft. The sensation was raw and overwhelming, her pussy tight and hot, squeezing around every ridge and vein as I filled her. The sheets bunched under my knees, sticky and tangled from our movements. I stayed still, buried to the hilt, just feeling her pulse around me, watching her face as she adjusted. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe how perfectly we fit together, how her body welcomed me every time.

I started to move, slow and deep, pulling almost all the way out so the head of my cock dragged along her sensitive entrance before sliding back in, making her gasp. I set a lazy rhythm, never rushing, letting her feel every inch. Sarah met each thrust, her hips rolling, her nails digging into my back. 

“Fuck, you’re hitting all the right spots. I love your cock inside me. Don’t stop, please, just like that.”

I reached down and rubbed her clit, slow circles, matching the pace of my thrusts, feeling her slickness coat my fingers.

She was close, her moans rising, her body tensing, her pussy clenching tighter around me. But I didn’t let her tip over. I slowed my hips, teasing her, keeping her trembling and desperate, whispering in her ear, “Not yet, baby. I want to feel you come again and again.”

She whimpered, frustration and need in her voice. “You’re so mean. I need to come, please. I want to feel you make me lose it.”

I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, kissing down her spine, tasting the sweat pooling at the small of her back, spreading her legs. I slid back inside her from behind, thrusting slow and deep, my hands gripping her hips, feeling the slickness of her skin under my palms. With each thrust, I watched my cock disappear into her, her lips stretched around me, her ass pressing back to take me deeper. I reached around, rubbing her clit again, feeling her tighten and shudder. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I love watching you take me, feeling you squeeze me so tight.”

This time, I didn’t hold her back. She came hard, her pussy spasming around my cock, her cries muffled in the pillow. 

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, I’m coming; don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I kept moving, slow and steady, not letting her come down, keeping her right on the edge. When she started to go limp, I pulled out, rolled her onto her back, and kissed her deeply, letting her catch her breath. I looked into her eyes and saw pure satisfaction and love, and it made my own need burn even hotter.

She looked up at me, her eyes glazed, her lips parted. Then she grinned, pushed me onto my back, and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Her thighs were slick and warm, her skin sticky against mine. She grabbed my cock, guiding it inside her, sinking down slowly, her pussy swallowing me, squeezing tight as she took me deep. 

“God, I love how you fill me up. I want you to watch me, to see how much I want you. I want to ride you until you can’t take it anymore.”

Sarah rode me, slow and grinding at first, her hands on my chest, her hips rolling. I watched her, mesmerised by the way her breasts bounced, the way her body moved, and the way she bit her lip as she chased her own pleasure. The scent of sex was thick in the air, filling my lungs with every breath. She picked up the pace, slamming down harder, her moans turning into cries. 

“You feel so fucking good inside me. I love making you lose control. Tell me how much you want me.”

“More than anything,” I gasped, my hands gripping her hips. “You drive me crazy. I could watch you ride me all day. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re on top of me.”

She leaned forward, her hair falling around my face, and whispered, “Tell me if you need to slow down, okay?” Her voice was soft, checking in even in the heat of it, and I nodded, grateful for her care.

I reached up, pinching her nipples, tasting the sweat on her skin as she leaned forward. She came again, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock, squeezing me so tight I almost lost control. 

“I love making you come, love feeling you fall apart for me. Show me how much you want it.”

She didn’t stop, grinding down on me, and I felt the hot rush of her squirting over my cock and thighs, soaking me and the sheets beneath us. Watching her come undone, feeling her lose control on top of me, made me want her even more. I wanted to give her everything.

That was it. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, losing all control. My cock throbbed inside her, the sensation almost unbearable after holding back for so long. I felt the heat building, my balls tightening, and every muscle in my body straining as I drove up into her, desperate for release. The head of my cock swelled, her pussy gripping me even tighter, milking me as I finally let go.

I groaned her name, my voice raw, and then I was coming, hard. I felt the first thick spurt of cum shoot deep inside her, the pressure so intense it almost hurt. I kept thrusting, my cock pulsing again and again, each wave of pleasure crashing through me, hot and heavy. I could feel my cum flooding her, leaking out around my shaft, mixing with her slickness and soaking the sheets beneath us.

My hips jerked uncontrollably, every muscle tensed, my hands digging into her waist as I emptied myself inside her. I watched her face, saw her eyes flutter, and her mouth fall open as she felt every pulse, every spasm, and every last drop. My body shuddered with the force of it, sweat pouring down my back, the air thick with the scent of sex and our combined release. At that moment, I felt completely vulnerable, completely hers.

When it was finally over, I collapsed beneath her, chest heaving, my cock still twitching inside her, both of us sticky and spent, tangled together in the heat and mess of our pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, not wanting to let go. I felt a surge of gratitude that we could share mornings like this, raw, honest, and full of love.

Sarah nuzzled my neck, her breath hot on my skin. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

“Mmm,” she said, lips against my throat. “If I keep waking you up like this, you’re going to get used to it.” I heard the affection and pride in her voice, and it made me smile.

I laughed, kissing her hair. “I already am. I love you, you know that?”

She grinned, rolling off me and stretching. “I love you too. Now get up before we’re late for work, or before I decide I need another round.”

Sarah rolled out of bed, naked and unashamed, shooting me a wicked grin as she headed for the shower. I watched her go, already wanting her again, already counting down the hours until I could have her like this once more.