Unhurried Dawn Rhythms

He'd got back from the client site in Chennai at about midnight and almost managed not to wake her when he slipped into their large teakwood bed. She had half-woken, mumbled sleepily in Tamil asking him how the travel had been, and then fallen asleep before he'd even answered.

He woke up first, at about 8 a.m., the warm Bangalore sun filtering brightly through the cotton curtains. He was naked, as usual under the sheets; she wore loose-fitting cotton shorts and a soft, faded tank top. He shuffled over to her on the mattress and spooned her for a moment, enjoying the familiar, comforting feeling as she pushed her arse back against his waist. He felt himself start to get hard against her warmth, but she abruptly left the bed and went to the attached bathroom.

She came back a couple of minutes later and got back under the duvet, again settling with her back to him. He was dozing, listening to the quiet hum of the ceiling fan, and they got close to each other again, her arse resting flush against his groin, and both drifted back to sleep.

"Did you bring a cricket bat to bed, or are you just pleased to see me?" she teased, her voice thick with sleep. He was vaguely aware of her voice; his half-asleep mind had wandered off to vivid memories of her sucking his cock, but he was suddenly very aware of his hard-on pressed heavily against her arse. He was also deeply aware of her playfully pushing back against him.

"Is that my present from the trip?" she asked, a smirk evident in her tone.

He groaned quietly, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest, and his hand reached around over her. He gently went to her breast, holding it at first through the thin cotton of her top. His hand then slipped smoothly inside the neckline, his long fingers gently finding her brown nipple. It responded instantly to his gentle caress by hardening beneath his touch. She felt a lovely, warm glow of anticipation settling deep in her tummy and pressed her hips back harder against his groin.

He moved to put his other arm securely under her head and got even closer to her, now pressed flush against her at chest, groin, and thigh level. He kissed her bare shoulder and the nape of her neck, smelling the faint, sweet trace of her jasmine soap, and felt her stretch back against him like a contented cat. Then, her hand went behind her back to firmly hold his pulsing hardness. As she did so, she raised her knee up on the mattress. He knew exactly what she wanted, moved his hand from her breast to her flat tummy, and started to slowly—ever so slowly—move them down.

She stretched back to meet his exploring hand, eager to be touched. He drew agonizingly slow circles on her tummy, gradually moving lower, as he kissed her neck and shoulder, gently nipping her warm brown skin with his teeth. His hand finally dipped to her slick opening, his fingers tracing a deliberate line from her swollen clit downward, then dragging back up again.

She felt his fingers creating electric sensations between her legs and wanted him to continue, but she also wanted so much more; she desperately wanted to feel the hot, pulsing thickness of him stretching her inside. She rolled over onto her back, and he moved away slightly to give her room on the bed. He then leaned in and kissed her deeply as he moved on top of her and settled between her parted thighs. His hard cock rested against her wet pussy as they kissed; he looked down to see the purple, swollen end of his cock contrasting with the neat, thin strip of her remaining dark black hair. He leaned in to kiss her again, could taste the herbal clove toothpaste she always used, and laughed softly to himself—just one of her everyday quirks that he found so incredibly endearing.

She shifted her hips impatiently on the bedsheets to get him inside of her, and he pushed forward gently, his thick cock sliding effortlessly into her warm, welcoming wetness. They both stayed perfectly still for a long moment, simply enjoying the overwhelming sensation of connection, their eyes locked intensely. He moved an inch inward, and she gasped sharply; then he withdrew two or three inches and slid back in, drawing a deep groan from her lips. He kept up the agonizingly slow pace, her hips instinctively rising off the mattress to meet him, both of them thoroughly enjoying the smooth ease of it. He resisted the strong, primal urge to speed up, but he felt and sensed her getting more needy by the second, needing his friction just as much as he needed hers.

"I love fucking you," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against her ear as he started to move just a little faster back and forth inside her tight heat.

"Do you?" she gasped, her fingernails biting into his shoulders. "Show me how much."

He pulled his slick cock out of her almost completely and paused agonizingly at the entrance. Just as she was about to angrily demand him to move, he smoothly and deeply pushed back into her depths, and she moaned loudly with pure pleasure.

"This is what you want, is it?" he murmured, his hips maintaining their deliberate, slow rhythm as his iron-hard cock slipped frictionlessly into and out of her tight sheath.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, YES!" she moaned quietly into the quiet morning room, feeling the delicious, heavy tension building intensely in her clit, her pussy, and her lower tummy.

He sat up straight on his knees, his torso forming a right angle with her lying form, and looked down at her flushed face. She looked up through heavy lids and saw him deliberately lick the pad of his thumb. She almost came right then, just thinking about what she knew he was about to do to her. His wet thumb moved down between them and gently pressed directly against her ultra-sensitive clit.

He used his hips to move in and out, still agonizingly slowly, while his wet thumb masterfully manipulated her hard little clit. Her moans grew significantly louder and more frantic, and her hips bucked wildly against him, desperate for more friction, but he stubbornly continued the slow rhythm. Then, unbelievably, he pulled out completely, and she glared, looking as if she almost wanted to punch him... but then she felt his deft fingers gently leading a path down her damp body, and her frantic excitement began to build all over again.

His fingers found her swollen pussy and played teasingly with the heavy wetness around her lips, firmly stroking her clit. One long finger slid deep into her tight passage, then two, then both pulled out entirely, ruthlessly teasing her. He suddenly fingered her hard, fast, and deep, and she felt her impending orgasm abruptly build again to a fever pitch. He pushed two fingers aggressively into her and gradually increased the furious pace, feeling her physical excitement grow exponentially. Her loud moans, the desperate bucking of her hips on the mattress, the sheer increase in her soaking wetness, and the spastic tightening of her inner walls around his fingers all unequivocally told him she was finally reaching her peak. He pushed his thumb down hard against her vibrating clit, and that sudden pressure was enough to push her over the edge; she came powerfully, her body arching with loud, unrestrained moans of pleasure, soaking his fingers and his hand with her slick juices.

As her violent orgasm finally subsided, leaving her chest heaving, he leaned forward to kiss her again. Her arms came up weakly to hold him, to pull his comforting weight into her. Instead, he grabbed them firmly. One of his large, long-fingered hands held both of her delicate wrists, and he gently but unyieldingly pinned her arms flat above her head on the pillows as he forcefully kissed her mouth.

She moaned into his mouth, shamelessly begging him to slide back inside her, and his cock—still so impossibly hard-pressed between her squeezing thighs—slowly, millimeter by millimeter, slid back into her slick depths.

He moved his mouth to her ear, gently kissing his way along her jawline to get there, and whispered huskily into her ear, "Do you want to cum?"

A strangled, desperate "Oh, fuck, please" was her only reply.

"Are you sure?" he teased, pausing his hips.

"PLEASE," she begged loudly, actively pushing her aching pussy up against his root.

He finally started to move in and out, establishing a gentle, driving rhythm as their lips met and they kissed deeply, swapping breaths. He raised himself up powerfully on his arms, pushed deeply to her cervix, and she felt the inevitable cum build again, rushing like an express train in her lower stomach. His cock was driving her absolutely wild with its relentless, steady fucking of her walls. Then he lifted her smooth legs up onto his broad shoulders, opening her wider, and she felt incredibly full of him, stretched to her absolute limits.

As she rapidly neared her second climax, she noticed his breathing suddenly change, growing ragged. His speed increased drastically, and he moaned loudly into the quiet room. Just as her clit and pussy began their delicious, heart-stopping, pulsating waves of ecstasy, she felt him lock rigidly in place, and then she felt a hot, spurting torrent flood inside her as his cock pumped his heavy load into her orgasming pussy. They both cried out loudly together in shared, absolute ecstasy.