Ok but can we discuss that 3rd gif like such a soft and sweet morning cuddle, you both half-asleep and then you feel him shift and move and that monster brushes up against your belly and he just grinds it into you, breathing little huffs of air onto the top of your head until he sleepy groans and mumbles, "please, honey."
Oh and you’re like super into it, of course. But you can’t let him know that...yet. So you just stay in it for a few moments, letting him gently prod you with his need (a little bold of him you think in the back of your mind). Once you feel like you’ve had enough time to wake more properly, you whisper, “Pat, baby,” into his neck and trail your fingertips lightly up and down his clothed chest, still tight from sleep. He takes that as his queue to ask again because he knows, he knows that if he asks sweetly enough, you’ll help him. When you think he’s done enough breathy begging, you roll on top of him and firmly plant yourself across his hips. Grinding on his morning wood one..two..three times, you drink down the way his lids flutter and his eyes roll back, like your daily coffee. Then you reach between your warm bodies and finally release him from the restraint of his boxers. Never breaking eye contact, you slowly sink all the way down his length. And you ride him until you’re both worn out enough to drift back to sleep in each other’s arms. But of course now there’s the very real chance that next you open your eyes, you’re just going to do it all over again.
