Their passion the night before had been powerful. Their clothing lay where ever it had landed, a trail through the house leading to the bedroom. Her nylons were draped over the bed post, one of his socks hanging from the curtain rod. He could see her panties hooked over the doorknob. He smiled at the mess. It had been a terrific night!
Her body was warm next to his, her bare ass pressed against cock, her legs intertwined with his. The faint smell of lemons wafted from her hair, and he pulled her even closer, his hands roaming her soft body as she slept.
He enjoyed just touching her, feeling her skin against his palm. It never failed to excite him, holding her like this. He could feel his cock growing hard, pressing up against her soft ass. It soon became obvious she was waking up. "Morning." He whispered, kissing her shoulder. "Time to wake up."
"Wake up?" She yawned, focusing her eyes on the digital numbers of the alarm clock. "Oh, no... we're gonna be late!"
Pulling away from him, she sat up, stretching like a cat. "Well, if we're gonna be late..." he began, walking his fingers up her spine, "then let's be really late!"
"We aren't going to be really late!" Leaning over, she retrieved his shirt from last night, slipping into it and standing up. "If we hurry, we can be only a little late. Let's go!"
"Go?" He propped himself up one arm, looking up at her. "Why don't we just continue where we fell asleep last night. Crawl back into bed, and let me show you how good I can make you feel."
"Augh!" She stormed into the bathroom, and he heard the sounds of her morning routine. "Are you still in bed?" She asked, coming out of the bathroom. "Let's go!"
Turning, she surveyed the room, looking at last night's mess with different eyes than he'd used this morning. "We are such slobs!" She said, kicking all the loose clothing into a pile. He forced himself to sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "We are such slobs, " she said again, "But last night sure was fun."
"Uh-huh." He watched as she bent over to pick up her shoes, the tail of the shirt riding over her ass, giving him a most delightful view. His already stiff cock twitched, an idea forming in his head. Clunk! The shoes flew into the closet. "Okay honey," he called. "I'm up!"
"Good." She didn't hear the laughter in his voice. Bending at the waist, she scooped the laundry together.
He moved quickly, hands on her hips, his stiff cock moving into her pussy from behind. The clothes fell from her hands, and she would have fallen if he wasn't supporting her. "What are you doing?" she cried.
"Well, honey... if I have to explain it to you...." One arm circled her waist, his free hand moving across her body to her clit, gently rubbing her sensitive love button to get her juices flowing. "We don't have time for this!" She whined.
"I don't think you're in any condition to argue with me." He said. Moving slowly, he began to slide his cock in and out of her, feeling her body respond to him. Leaning over her, he kissed her shoulders and back, feeling her shudder.
"Oh, please..." She was moaning, her legs quivering. "Honey, let's move to the bed."
"I like this." He began to move faster, stroking her clit harder. She braced her arms against her thighs, the pressure building deep inside of her. She knew she couldn't last much longer, the way he played her body driving her crazy as always.
When she came, she cried out, her legs buckling, his arms pulling her back against his body, supporting her completely as she writhed in his arms. Her pussy muscles milked his hard cock, bringing him to orgasm right behind her, shoving his cock as deep inside of her as he could be.
He waited until her shaking stopped before he let her go, backing away to sit on the bed. She dropped to her knees in the middle of the laundry, trying to regain her breath. "I guess we're late." he said.
"Really late." She looked up at him, her eyes still smoldering with passion. "Really, really late." She pulled his shirt over her head, then stood, walking naked to where he sat. His arms wrapped around her waist, and she pulled his head to her breast, feeling his lips seek out her hard nipple. "Since we're already so late, maybe we shouldn't go at all." She whispered.
"Sounds like a great idea." He answered.