another short ffa/bhm piece that was floating around in my head this morning. hope u enjoy 😘
My hands always find you in the morning. Sometimes I’m holding you before I realize I’m awake, my fingers sinking into whatever part of you they can find.
This morning is all intentional, though. Light is streaming through the window and I’m grateful for the changing seasons. The warm sun falls across your body and I watch the gentle rise and fall of your chest with a soft smile. Spring always makes me feel vibrant and a little romantic after months of dark, cold winter. I reach out and brush my fingertips over your chest and belly, pulling myself closer. My intention is never to wake you but you always catch me anyway.
“Hi baby,” I murmur, pressing my lips to your shoulder. You shift and stretch, lifting your arm up so I can scoot in even closer. Your hand settles at my back, warm and safe.
“Morning,” you respond, eyes still closed. My hands become a little bolder, pressing into your upper belly before sliding down to squeeze your overhang. I see you crack a small smile when your belly gives an audible gurgle.
“You ate so well for me last night,” I say with a chuckle. “Everything is still churning away in there.” I shake your belly gently, watching the ripples across your body. My face heats up just a little. You’re getting so fat.
“That’s because I have a very…motivational feeder.” You heave yourself to your side, all your heft shifting against me. My hand reflexively squeezes your lovehandle and your arms pull me into your chest. I can’t help myself and take the opportunity to suck and bite your heavy tits. You laugh but not before I catch the slight intake of breath when my mouth makes contact with your skin. “Proving my point,” you say when I don’t let up.
I can’t keep my hands off you. Flashes of the night before play in my head. Pushing more into your mouth, relentless in my pursuit of blowing you past every limit you thought you had, the sound of your strained breathing and moaning and the way you kept asking for more -
“Fuck, baby…” you trail off and I realize my hand is on your cock. I press myself even closer, somehow, even though I know I need to get ready for work.
“Sorry,” I laugh. “I just can’t keep my hands to myself, I guess. You’re so fucking hot, babe.” I see you pull out your phone before tossing it to the side. In a smooth motion that should be more difficult at your size, you’re on top of me. The weight of you alone makes me moan.
“I don’t want to be late…” I trail off when you finally put your hands to use.
