Under the Quilt

A cold autumn morning,
snuggling under the quilt.

A protective arm around her.
A lonely cock stiffening.

An hour in waiting,
Teasing her sleeping body.
Waiting for a decent time to commence
(she needs her sleep, or so she says).

Thirty stirs,
My cock plunging
gently into her warm,
and deliciously wet pussy.
Her body obviously aware before her
of the wakeup call to come.

In the dark, I grind patiently.
The tip of my cock tracing shapes within.

Familiar territory, predictable results.
The room fills with her gentle sounds.

My hand cupped over her pussy,
her wetness everwhere.
I touch, I paw, I tap her clit.

This first orgasm,
her early morning call.
She hits the snooze button,
and waits for the next .. and the next..