I struggle to come out of my hazy sleep in the middle of the night, feeling something. My brain struggles to process what’s happening. And then it’s like all my senses ignite. There is a thumb rubbing across my nipple. It’s not insistent or rough. It’s just steady. Up and down, across the little nub that has formed. As I revel in the feeling of that thumb across my flesh, my entire body suddenly feels like it’s on fire. My pussy contracts with need. I am spooned against my partner, and his cock is hard against my ass. I’m not fully awake, but I want him inside me, and I am not sure I can handle another second without it.

I grind my ass back against him and now he knows I’m awake. “Please,” I groan, and he knows. He knows me so well, every hum of my body.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

I don’t care. I don’t care at all. My hips are grinding more firmly against him, trying to change angles and get him inside me. His thumb keeps its slow movements, and I know I am going to lose my mind any second now.

I pull my body away from his and push him roughly on his back. He just smiles up at me as I climb on top of him, directing his cock into my pussy. I am dripping wet with need for him. When I first get him inside me, I am frozen with the feeling of fullness. This is exactly what I needed.

And then he grips my hips and we start to move, up and down, up and down, my pussy clenching around his cock. When he fills me with cum, I collapse on top of him and he caresses my back gently. It’s so soft and sensual, and the fire is still burning inside me.

His cock slips out of me, and I groan with the loss. He gently rolls me off of him and pulls me back into the spooning position we were in when I awoke. But this time, his thumb gently rubs against my clit, and I come undone in his arms.

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