Middle-of-the night fucking is so uniquely delectable.
You've been peacefully asleep for a while, and blearily regain consciousness to the sensation of touch. A familiar hand fondling your breast, another gently stroking your pussy lips and playing with your clit, a hot mouth on your neck. You shiver at a sudden drop in temperature as your warm blanket disappears, but is quickly replaced with the heat of your partner's body pressed next to yours.
Your partner knows to go the extra mile to make sure to prep your recently snoozing body for what's to come. You feel warm and insistent touches and kisses all over as your clothes are expeditiously removed by nimble fingers. Waking up in such a state is absolutely delicious. You're cosy and warm, and so pliable. You're a bit confused, a bit bemused, without a care in the world. All you feel is increasingly horny and uninhibited.
Your body moves in ways it normally wouldn't when you're wide awake, you don't have a shred of your usual self consciousness. You readily arch into those hands, whimpering and whining softly for more, your hands groping for the dick that's out there in the dark. You're on your back, your legs wantonly spread apart, knees drawn up, your slick pussy on full display. You've never felt as equal parts horny and vulnerable as you do now, and you look exactly the part.
And it only gets better from there. You moan in satisfaction as you feel a hard cock at the entrance of your wet and eager pussy for a second, before it slowly pushes in. Fuuuuck, that initial stretch, my god. You clumsily buck and grind to draw it in, feeling it graze against your g-spot, you pant and groan as it stretches your insides so fully it's almost unbearable but that in itself just makes you hornier.
You are still half asleep as the fucking commences in earnest, and you hold onto that drowsiness mixed with horniness, amplifying the sensations. You drift between that unmoored feeling of not knowing if you're dreaming and the physicality of fleshy sounds, a tongue in your mouth entwining with yours, hands on your breasts and ass, and the relentless pounding of your pussy. You cum over and over, the sleep haze seemingly sensitising you. It's all sensations now - pure pleasure, visceral, guttural and animalistic.
Your sleepy enthusiasm is clearly having an effect on your partner too. He's so turned on, desperately whispering quiet adorations in your ear that you only half comprehend. He murmurs half incoherently that you feel so good, you're so wet, you're so hot and tight, you're so divine, you're such a horny slut that it's driving him mad. He groans as he picks up the pace, your legs locked around him encouraging him to go faster and harder, until he pumps his cum deep inside you.
A moment later, he peppers you with kisses as he offers sheepish apologies for disturbing your sleep, he just couldn't help himself. You just smile tiredly and kiss him back softly. You roll over and settle back to sleep, loving the feeling of the squelchiness in your pussy, feeling like the cat that got the cream (pun fully intended).
As you drift back to sleep, you wonder if perhaps that might not be the only time you'll be disturbed tonight...
