Contentment
You wake on your side, head resting against his chest. Your arms and legs have wound themselves around him in the night as if you were still afraid he was going to disappear before you woke. His arm, the one beneath your neck, curls around your back- fingers idly tracing patterns against your skin.
You’re happy to lay there for a time, eyes closed against the soft grey-blue glow of early morning. It's warm here. Safe. You can hear the birds outside waking, hunting for their breakfasts before the sun properly rises. Gale shifts a little, pitching himself up onto his side so his other arm can wrap around you. A leg slides between yours, a foot pushed against the back of your calf, drawing you impossibly closer.
You sigh, contented.
A strange feeling after everything you’ve been through.
A press of lips against the crown of your head. And then another.
It’s nothing to tilt your head up, allowing his lips to find yours. Eye not having bothered to open yet. You kiss slowly, almost clumsily. Lips brushing lips, yes, but also the corners of mouths, the space just above the upper lip, his mustache prickling against your skin. With time his tongue slides out to find yours. Still, there’s no rush, just a languid exploration of territory well-known. You taste sleep on his breath, the sharp tang of morning breath invades your senses. You don’t mind, it tethers you. Reminds you that this is real and not some dream.
The hand on your back urges you closer. You hitch you leg up further as you try to do what he wants. You feel Gale’s cock against your thigh, hot and rigid, a stark contrast to everything else this morning. He makes a noise, soft in his throat. His hands press against you, firmer this time, to move you further onto him.
His cock now nestles right up against the folds of your cunt. Experimentally you shift your hips just a little. Gale moans and you don’t bother to hide the the grin that tugs at your lips. You do it again just to elicit the same reaction. He lets you for a time until his shifts as you do and you find him now pressed against your entrance. One little rock of your hips is all it takes until he slides into you.
Gale is the one who rocks now, slowly pumping into you. He’s in no rush, not even fully sheathing himself in you yet. When he finally presses his cock all the way inside of you you both sigh happily and he pauses as if savoring the feeling. He holds still for long enough you wonder if he’s fallen back asleep, but then he’s moving again.
His hand slides from your ass down to your thigh, kneading the flesh gently before pulling your leg higher. The angle changes, suddenly each thrust leaves you whimpering. You bury your face against his shoulder as if your moans are somehow a threat to the tranquility of this morning.
A light sweat breaks across Gale’s skin and unthinkingly you dart your tongue out to taste him. He groans, hips working just a little faster, hand holding your leg just a little tighter.
“Come on, my love,” Gale’s words are half whispered. His voice deep and broken by sleep.
He rocks into you relentlessly. The tension in your core growing and spreading across your body, the muscles of your stomach threaten to ache.
Gale’s lips press into your hair even as he speaks, “I know you have it in you, come on beautiful.”
Your hips roll against his, desperately chasing your release.
“Come on, my love, come on,” he nearly chants.
You come with a cry strangled in your throat. Your mouth open, teeth bluntly dragging against his skin as you cry out soundlessly. Your cunt clenches around him, there’s a cramp in your thigh that you don’t even feel.
Vaguely you’re aware the words he whispers have changed.
“That’s my girl,” he praises softly, hips still snapping against you, “you’re so good for me.”
It’s only once your core stops spasming and your limbs feel like jello that Gale rolls you onto your back. His elbows rest above your shoulders. Your hair caught beneath one of them, pulling it. He begins fucking into you with abandon now, all rhythm lost. You pull up a leg, allowing him to move deeper even though your hip protests the movement.
Gale’s loose hair shrouds the two of you and you finally open your eyes and watch him. He grunts as he slams into you one last time, hips pinned against yours as he comes. Raptly you watch his face as he does, eyes pinched almost as if he’s in pain. It’s not a particularly attractive expression but gods, you love it anyway.
After a moment, he collapses against you, and you laugh, your breath blowing some of his hair away from your mouth. With a gentle shove, Gale rolls off of you. He keeps his face against your shoulder and draws you closer. Almost a mirror of how you woke.
“Gale, we need to clean up,” you whisper despite making no moves to do so.
“Hmm,” he breaths against your skin, already falling back asleep, “later.”
You might regret it, but right now, later sounds good.
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