My Clocking In System

Chapter 27: Morning II

Then I shifted.

I got an arm around her back and sat up under her, and she came up with me, and for a second we were just upright and facing. Her in my lap. Knees on either side of me. Hands flat on my chest. Her grin was three inches from mine.

I ran both hands down her back and filled them with her ass. Firm and full, the athletic muscle of her shifting under my palms. Squeezed. Pulled her in against me until there was no space left between us at all. She made a small pleased sound into my mouth.

Then I moved us. One hand spread between her shoulder blades. The other at her hip. I turned her down onto the bed and she let me, the grin coming back as she went, her hips lifting to help me. I settled my weight over her. Under me now. Where I’d just been under her.

The cold air of the room hit my back. Where our bodies touched was the only warm part of either of us. The grey morning had got brighter through the window. Just enough to see by.

The flush was still fading on her chest. The faint red marks on her collarbone where I’d put my mouth last night. The way her tits fell to the sides as she lay back, the nipples still tight. The bruise on her neck.

I had done that to her.

I had not done that to anyone in years.

She looked up at me. The grin faded into something softer. Something open.

"Danny."

"My turn," I said. Quiet. Like a promise.

I kissed her mouth first. Slow. Tasting myself on her tongue and not caring. She kissed me back lazily, her hand coming up to cup the side of my face. I kissed the corner of her jaw. The soft place under her ear where her pulse was still going. Down her throat. I felt her swallow under my lips.

I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked. Slow. Deep.

"Mm. Ah." Her fingers slid into my hair. "Yes."

I worked the other one with my hand. Rolling it between thumb and finger until both were swollen and stiff and she was breathing harder. Then I stayed there longer than I needed to.

I’d thought about her tits for eleven years and I wasn’t going to rush them now I finally had them. I cupped them both. Pushed them together.

Dragged my mouth from one nipple to the other and back. Slow. Soft. Then with the edge of my teeth, until she gasped. I buried my face between them and felt her laugh and lose her breath at the same time.

"Danny." Half a laugh. "You’re obsessed."

"Eleven years," I said into her chest. "Let me have them."

She let me. Her hand stayed soft in my hair while I took my time.

"Danny." Almost a whisper now. Not laughing.

I went lower. Kissing down her stomach. The muscle shifting under my mouth, firm, the flat athletic plane of it.

I settled between her thighs. Strong thighs, the athletic muscle in them clear even as they fell open for me, easy and heavy, her knees dropping wide. Still swollen from last night. Pink. Wet. I could see where I’d been.

Past the curve of her hip, I could see the Carter dress on the machine. What I’d knelt on the rug in front of last night while she pinned it. On my knees again now. Just in her bed this time. Just for her.

I want her to come on my mouth before she’s all the way awake. I want her first thought of the whole day to be me.

I put my mouth on her pussy. Gentle. She was sensitive and I knew it. I licked her clit with the flat of my tongue. Slow. Barely any pressure.

She let out a breath like she’d been holding it.

"Ah." Soft. Her hand found my hair. Not pulling. Resting. "Fuck. That’s. Yes."

I stayed gentle. I wasn’t trying to make her come fast. I was trying to make her feel held.

I licked her slow and steady, feeling her thighs relax against my ears, feeling the tension drain out of her. Her hips started rocking against my mouth in a lazy rhythm. The wet sound of my tongue on her filling the quiet room.

"Mm. Mmh. Danny." Her voice thick. Sleepy. Climbing. "Right there. God, your mouth. Don’t you dare stop."

I didn’t stop. I slid one finger into her. Then two. Curled them forward and found the swollen ridged place inside her and pressed.

Her hips jerked off the bed.

"Ah! Oh god. There. There."

I worked her pussy. Tongue on her clit.

Two fingers buried in the wet heat of her, curling up into that swollen ridge every time I drew back. She was soaked.

I could feel her cunt clench around them, greedy for them, the slick of her on my chin and my knuckles. Her strong thighs started to shake against my head. Her hand fisted tight in my hair. Her sleepy moans were climbing into something that wasn’t sleepy at all.

"Danny. Ah. Ah. I’m going to. I’m."

"Come for me," I said against her. The only words I had room for.

And she broke.

"DANNY!"

She came on my mouth. Her thighs clamped around my head, hard enough to ring my ears, all that athletic strength in them locked tight. Her pussy clenching around my fingers in long waves.

Her back bowed up off the bed. I held her through it, my mouth soft on her clit, feeling every pulse roll through her.

The shake set into her thighs against my ears. Her breath went ragged and high, then dropped all at once into something slow. Only then did her hand push weakly at my head.

"Wait. Fuck. Wait." Shaking. "Come up here. Come up here."

I came up to her body. Her eyes were dark. Wet at the corners. I kissed her mouth. She tasted herself on me and kissed me deeper for it, her hand pulling me down by the back of the neck.

"Inside me," she said against my lips. Wrecked. Certain. "I want your cock inside me. Now."

Bare. Nothing between us. Last night I’d spilled into her twice and she’d held me deep and taken every drop. I want it again. I want to be in her to the root. Deep enough there’s no telling where I end and she starts.

She bit my bottom lip. Held it. Then let go.

"Don’t make me wait."

Same words she gave me at the door last night. She doesn’t know she’s saying them again.

I didn’t.

I reached between us. Took my cock in my hand. I was hard again, aching. I guided myself to her opening and pushed in.

One long, slow push. No resistance. She was so wet, so open from last night and from my mouth just now, that I slid all the way in and bottomed out in a single stroke. The heat of her pussy closing around my cock like coming home.

We both made a sound. Hers was a long "Oh" that came from somewhere deep. Mine was a groan I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t move for a moment. Just stayed there. All the way inside her. Her legs wrapped around my waist. My forehead pressed to hers. Our breath mixing. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me in soft, slow squeezes.

"Hi," she whispered. Eyes open. Looking right into me.

"Hi," I said.

I started moving. Slow. A deep, rolling grind. Not thrusting. Rocking. My hips pressing into hers at the base of every stroke so my pelvis dragged against her clit. Her breath caught every time I ground forward.

She wrapped her arms around my back. Her nails traced slow lines down my spine. Her mouth found the side of my throat and she kissed me there, soft, open-mouthed, breathing against my skin.

"You feel so good inside me," she said against my neck. Quiet. Like she was telling a secret. "I can feel every inch of your cock."

I went deeper on the next stroke. Held there. Ground against her.

"Mm. Right there. Stay right there."

I stayed. I rocked into her at that depth, slow and steady, feeling her pussy grip me tighter with every stroke. Her breathing was getting shorter. Her nails were pressing harder into my back. Her thighs were squeezing my hips.

"Look at me," I said.

She opened her eyes. Hazy. Dark. Wet at the edges.

I held her gaze and kept moving. Slow. Deep. Grinding against her clit at the base. Her mouth fell open. Her brow creased. Her hands gripped my shoulders.

"Danny. I’m going to. I’m..."

"I know. I’ve got you."

She came quietly. Her whole body tightened around me. Her pussy clenching my cock in long, slow waves.

Her mouth open against my shoulder. No scream. Just a long, shaking breath and my name, barely a whisper.

"Danny..." Her legs locked around me and held.