She watched as He opened His eyes sleepily.

'Good morning!' she smiled. 'Guess what?'
'What?' He asked, though He wasn't sure He wanted to know what had made her such a bubble of happiness so early.
'I smell like Your semen.' She grinned.
He chuckled.
'You little slut.' He said. She felt quite pleased with herself. She knew that His cock had stirred. She was lying on her belly beside Him, her face turned towards Him and as He watched her she raised herself up onto her knees and elbows.

'What are you doing?' He asked.
'I just like being in this position,' she answered slyly.
'You just like that position because it is nothing more than a slut showing off her wares,' He said.
'So?' she asked.
'So nothing,' He answered and His hand reached beneath her belly to play with her clitoris. She sighed happily.
'Little slut.' He said. She squirmed against His fingers. 'Christ Sarah, you are leaking juices all over my hand.

She moaned at the thought of His hand sticky with her and squirmed against His fingers again. She came, whimpering quietly into the pillow. He looked rather pleased with Himself but she knew He wasn't finished with her yet.

'Lie back,' He ordered but she didn't understand what He meant. She looked at Him. 'I want to see your swollen cunt,' He said.

She turned to her back and shifted so that Her feet were up near His head. He grabbed at her pussy, two of His fingers slipping easily inside her. She reached for His erect cock after spitting into her hand.

'Dirty bitch,' He groaned as she encircled His shaft and slid her fingers along it. His thumb found her clitoris as He fucked her with His fingers. She needed to come. She wanted to wait for Him. He took the choice away from her with His relentless prying into her. She concentrated on not gripping His cock too tightly as her breath escaped her in gasps. She moaned and she squirmed, grinding her orgasm into His hand. He grunted with her.

He forced a third finger into her pussy and she wanted to scream. The fullness was too much. She couldn't take it. She shimmied down the bed away from His hand then crawled back up the bed beside Him. She was back on her elbows and knees, her ass in the air.

'What do you want?' He asked her and she knew He knew the answer. He just wanted to make her say it.
'Your cock inside me, now. Please baby, fuck me, please? Fuck me? Please? Please?' she begged.

He had already positioned Himself behind her and she grunted when He thrust Himself inside her. She gripped the head of the bed in front of her and pushed herself back onto His cock. She grunted again. She wanted His cock inside her. She needed His cock inside her. She wanted it deeper inside her than He had ever been before. She was rutting with Him. Wildly. Decadently. With growling, grunting passion.

He sensed her need and He fucked her with the same abandonment she felt. He gripped her hips, marking them with bruises from His fingers. She didn't care.

'Fuck me?' she pleaded. 'Please fuck me?'

He pushed into her harder and harder again, forcing her breath out of her in gasps. He grabbed at her hair and pulled her head back. She groaned and she came again and then He came too, His cock deep inside her, filling her with His come. He collapsed against her and she fell to the bed. He bit at her shoulders and her neck and she clenched her muscles on His cock.

When He stopped throbbing, He withdrew from her and flipped her like a rag doll beneath Him. He bit at her breasts and her neck until she grabbed a hold of His hair and dragged His lips to hers.

'I love You,' she almost hissed at Him. He kissed her long and deep, rolling with her until she was lying over the top of Him. She pulled away from His mouth to look at Him.

'Whew' He said.
'Whew?' she asked. 'What about, "God you are an awesome fuck, babe,"?'
'Yeah,' He said, 'I know.'

She grinned at His intentional misunderstanding and she rubbed her cheek against the roughness of His early morning beard. He flipped her back onto her back and pinned her arms to the bed. Ignoring her protests He rubbed His beard over her breasts and nipples until she stopped calling Him names and started to plead with Him to stop. He kissed her again, laughing as she called Him names again. He snuggled into her neck and she played with His hair. She felt Him grow heavy with sleep.

'Baby?' she whispered quietly. 'Do You love me?'
'Nah' He mumbled. 'You love me?'
'No way,' she said.

She felt Him grow even heavier in the silence.

'Baby?' He murmured from the very edge of sleep
'Yes?' she murmured back.
'Maybe just a little bit.'

She smiled.

'Yeah,' she said. 'Me too.'