Morning sex is the best. I love being all relaxed and sleepy and starting to feel the love. This morning it was both of us snuggling up to each other, warm and naked. We’d each had a few swallows of coffee and the kids were all in the other room watching cartoons or playing video games, so we had a small window in which there was not a crisis. The desire just welled up and swept us away.
His hand brushed up my stomach and he cupped my breast. I arched my back, grinding my ass against his growing erection. I briefly wondered if we should close the bedroom door, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that mom and dad wanted private time. His hand travelled down between my legs. One finger slipped into my cunt, wiggling and sliding in and out. I tried not to moan aloud. My hand snaked behind me and wrapped around his hard cock. I bit back my cries as I came against his hand.
That’s all it took. No more foreplay than that. We were in a zone of pure love and debauched lust. I rolled us over and straddled him, lowering myself onto his penis. I rocked back and forth, slowly at first, letting everything get wet with my juices. As I picked up the pace, the bed began to make noise. I winced and looked at the door, but everything seemed peaceful. I continued to ride him, faster and faster. He felt so good inside me. I love him so much. He opened his eyes, and we stared at each other for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, as I pounded against him. Tension built and I forgot about the kids. Suddenly we were both coming, laughing and holding each other.
Sweaty and slick with jism, I flop back against the pillows. I bask in the glow of a successful quickie. I sip my coffee. We hold hands. I catch my breath. And then the children start to check in for one reason or another – milk, meds, help logging in, name calling and fights. It doesn’t matter. I’m feeling pretty good now. I’ve been inoculated with morning sex.