dry humping your f/o first thing in the morning except your bottoms end up in a wet mess. you never wake up without the help of the alarm. but when you do, you immediately know what day it is. ovulation day filled with wet dreams. you mutter a "fuck" under your breath and try to distract yourself but woah! your eyes land on the bulging tent over the thin white sheet. you lick your lips before pulling off the covers. your hands move to fondle your boobs as you ogle his boxers.
"you just gonna stare at it or do something about it?" a low grumble startles you and you immediately pull away from your tits.
"yo-you're awake?" you ask.
"since you kept shifting under the covers." he sat up. his hands caress your cheeks. "can't sleep?" you shake your head. "c'mere, baby" he invites you to straddle his lap and you do. the moment the heat between your legs envelopes his clothed boner. you both moan in unison.
"fuck, baby. your pussy's burning up. she has a fever?"
"don't tease me. i'm ovulating," you pout. "need something to get off. please please please."
"awww heh" he chuckles, mocking you. "my baby wants to cum? yeah? get off riding me like this first. then i'll see if you deserve my cock in this pussy or not."
and without wasting a second, you start grinding on him with no uniform pace. starting fast and desperate, but your legs not being warmed up early in the morning makes you slow down, but fuuuck. it's too slow. so you start grinding fast. he would laugh at your desperation if this wasn't turning him on and getting him closer too his orgasm too.
"fuck anh! anh! anh! yes oh my f-fhuuuccck fucking god. yesyesyes holy fuck!" he holds your waist and guides you both to orgasm. he thrusts his hips upward, presses his thumb against your abdomen, and he shoots his cum in his pants and you lose your momentum, head falling on his shoulders as your body shudders, pussy trembling as she cums but wait...what the fuck. something's weird. wha—
you look down to find your panties and his boxers soaked along with the bedsheets.
you're embarassed and shocked at the same time, scared to meet his expression but when you do, he looks... bewitched. you try to speak up but
"w-what?" your voice comes out timid. he manhandles you into missionary and whispers. "fucking do it again, baby. you're not getting out of the bed til' you do it again"