lol okay this took me a second to make because morning sex is such a beautiful concept to me and I wanted it to sound good. how’d I do?
Pillow Talk (Do You Feel Good?)
The sunlight from the curtains slowly drifts into the room, making your eyes squint. You cover your face with your hand and sigh. Unfortunately it’s morning. Luckily, you have no plans for today. You gently take the blanket you have over yourself off and stretch, content as you do so.
You let out a sigh and turn your body to the left, looking at the man lying next to you. First thing you notice, he’s naked.
Jaafar has a very attractive naked body. Toned chest, defined muscles, small waist, for some reason, and long legs. His face while he slept wasn’t something to ignore either.
You couldn’t help but stare. You always did, no matter the scenario. You considered him very pretty, he didn’t seem to think so. You sigh thinking about that.
You move over more just a tad and cup his face with one hand, noticing that he’s warm. His head moves in your hand, as if he wants you to hold him more. You melt at the sight. Jaafar seems so at peace by your touch.
As you stroke his face a little, his eyes start slowly blinking awake. His eyes immediately go dark at the sight of you, his pupils dilating as you smile at him.
“Hi…” His raspy voice makes you feel warm inside. You smile at him and continue to stroke his face. He sighs as you do so, clearly feeling comfortable. He’s right where he wants to be.
“Mmhm. I always sleep better when I’m next to you.”
You drop your hand and look him in the eyes. Jaafar attempts to hug you and you block his arms.
“Please go get rid of that morning breath.”
He gasps of mock offense and laughs.
“How dare you. If I must, you need to come with me then.”
You roll your eyes at him and sit up.
You choose not to complain as he would have the same standard for you as well. You climb out of bed, feeling Jaafar’s eyes on you as you go.
There’s a couple things he could be looking at right now. Your tangled bedhead, or your naked body. You and Jaafar seem to sleep more content together when you have skin to skin contact. The thought of that makes you happier than anyone would ever know.
You stretch as you make contact with the ground, grunting as you feel a few bones crack. Now you feel better than you were in bed.
You walk to the bathroom in the bedroom, feeling Jaafar close behind you. His warmth is like no other.
You walk towards the counter, leaning against it as you grab your toothbrush. You feel Jaafar’s hand snake around your waist and you resist the urge to lean into his touch.
His hand falls and he starts to copy you. Before he starts brushing his teeth though, he says, “You look really beautiful.” Your eyes dart over to him, squinting as you shake your head in disbelief.
You spit into the sink and shake your head again.
“Not at the moment.” He mirrors your exact movements and he puts down his toothbrush.
“If anything, you look better than me in the morning.” Now it’s his turn to shake his head.
“Okay, now you’re just saying things.”
You turn away from the sink and start to walk back to the bedroom. Jaafar’s eyes are right on you, your ass specifically. He follows you, watching as you get back into his spot on the bed. It’s warm right where he left it, and you smile to yourself at it.
Jaafar doesn’t comment on you lying in his spot, instead just choosing to lay next to you as he normally would. This time, you allow him to hug you and bring you close against his chest. You look up at him and he looks down at you.
“So pretty.” You think your brain short circuited for a moment. You can’t tell. All you think of is how pretty he looks. You do find this to be completely unfair.
You don’t say a word and instead lean up to give him a kiss. It starts as a peck, but he doesn’t let you move back. Jaafar kisses you slow. His hand moves to the back of your head as you lean more into the kiss. Certainly a good morning you two are having.
Jaafar kisses you gentle and sweet, just like the man he is. You feel more infatuated with him the longer the kiss goes on. Jaafar still doesn’t let you pull away. He tastes good.
You start to gently move over on top of him, laying on his body as it is yours. You like to think you two connect like a puzzle piece. Perfect, and fits together no matter what.
Jaafar’s hands move from your head down to your waist and ass. You perk up your ass a little more so he has better access. He smiles into your kisses.
You pull away and you two make eye contact. Your lips are a little puffy from all of the kissing but that doesn’t seem to bother you much. Jaafar holds your ass with both of his hands and squeezes. You just smile softly at him.
You sit up onto his lap, already feeling him against you. “Ah…already?” He seems a little shy at your bluntness but he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. To him, you are. To him, you are everything. As much as you love him for everything he is, he just can’t believe he’s able to have you.
You sit comfortably on his lap and smile down at him. “Do you want to?” “Always.” Jaafar gives you an award winning smile and you give him a giddy grin. The excitement of sex is a real thing, especially with Jaafar.
Jaafar runs circles on your waist as you reach your hand behind you to his dick, taking gentle hold of it and pumping it slowly. Jaafar lets out a breath of exhilaration at the feeling. You don’t even need to do anything but exist in his eyes and he’s just enamored. No matter what.
You continue to stroke him, and he bucks into your hand a little. You look down at him again, and as you thought, he’s just staring at you.
“You do the exact same thing.”
You can’t exactly deny that. You just roll your eyes and move back a little. Jaafar watches your every move.
You sigh as you rub his tip against your slick folds. Because of that, you need little to no preparation. Jaafar continues to hold you by your waist, but he bucks his hips a little, seemingly wanting to go further. You grin at him.
You start to push him inside of you, feeling yourself accommodate to his thickness. You were right. You did not need any preparation. His dick does make you throw your head back though. No matter how wet you are or no matter how much he fingers you, it takes a minute for you to adjust.
“That’s it. Nice and slow.”
Once you’re fully seated, you let out a sigh of pleasure. Given the position, he’s already hitting your sweet spot.
You look down at him and lean forward to grasp his chest.
“Wait, no. I want you to be able to watch.”
He removes your hands from his chest and puts them at your sides, holding your waist as he does so.
“I see. Okay then.” Such casual conversation as if he wasn’t deep inside of you right now.
You both watch his dick as you start to move up and down slowly. The slow movement makes him groan under his breath. He seems to be enjoying it.
Your hips grind against him as you both watch his dick go in and out of you. You obviously know he’s big, but it suddenly makes sense why it usually hurts. Jaafar grips your hips as he continues to watch, his mouth hanging open a tad. You want to kiss him, but you’re all the while too focused.
Jaafar lets out a grunt every time you go down on his cock. Up…down…up..down. You both just watch. You don’t even feel the urge to go faster or harder. It feels nice to go slow. Real nice.
You pant as you feel him hit your sweet spot over and over. Sex with Jaafar really is the best thing, you think.
The more you go up and down, the more you feel pressure in your belly. You’re close. Jaafar lets out a loud groan, causing him to throw his head back.
“God, yes. D-Don’t stop.”
Jaafar doesn’t even answer but instead whimpers.
That, right about there, finishes you. You let out a moan, feeling yourself squirt over his cock.
Jaafar watches. He loves making you do that. He also loves, in the moment, watching you keep fucking yourself on his cock.
This, is what he loves. That, is why he loves you.
He bucks his hips into you and you feel his cum spurt into you. Jaafar groans as he finishes, gripping your waist a little bit too hard as he does so. That doesn’t bother you though. You also have a fondness for watching him finish.
Jaafar groans a final time and drops his hands from your hips, maybe from exhaustion, or he needs a moment. You can’t tell which is which.
“You always make me feel so good, baby.” You lean forward and grasp his chest again.
“Not as good as you make me feel.”
“The way you make me feel….” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to.
You like to think mornings like this are great to start your day.
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