Rae

My head pounds as I realized that I was asleep mere moments ago, not wanting to open my eyes yet. Wow, my bed feels really good, like I've sunken into a bunch of clouds.

I feel something heavy at my waist and chest, moving my hand to check it out. Tingling sensation, hair, and muscles was what I felt beneath my fingertips and palm.

I opened my eyes, but that was a big mistake since that sent sharp pain in my eyes at the bright light. My head pulsed even harder, ugh.

My theory is that I made it home with someone, mostly likely that stranger I was grinding on the dance floor. Please tell me we didn't sleep together, I'd have appreciated consensual sex next time. But I take notice on the feeling of the g-strip and bra that I still have on, not feeling any soreness down there except for the slight ache from I'm guessing dancing all night.

He must've had to take off my shoes, which I appreciated since those things are a nightmare to take off when drunk. I'd have had to have untied the knot without creating one I wouldn't untie, which knowing my dumbass 70% most likely would do so, and then I have to in crisscross it to where my ankle straps are to get my foot free. Foot. Singular. Meaning I'd have to start that process one more time, drunk mind you.

He scored points with me by not fucking me while passed out drunk, but why'd he bring me back to his place? It's not like I arrived to the club alone. Ugh I probably left my jacket and phone there, knowing I won't be able to get it until Monday since Melissa probably took it home with her for me.

I made my way to move but this resulted in him using the arm he had on my waist to draw my right up against his naked hard chest.

If I didn't feel the continuation of slow breaths raising from his chest and the soft snoring from behind my left ear, I'd have convinced he was awake and using this situation to his advantage.

I could feel that he wears cotton band boxers as his pyjamas, as my ass is right up against it. Mind you that my g-string that I used to hide in my dress last night does nothing for me as it's just two strings holding a triangle shaped cloth.

Thank god I made an appointment to go wax on Wednesday, I usually wax my pussy myself with my sugar wax ingredients, but with everything being so hectic I booked an appointment at a salon not too far from where I live, the opposite direction from the club.

I like my pussy hair free, especially since she thick and curly, which means if I shave, she itchy. Once I started waxing, it grew out softly and as long as I exfoliate, there's barely any issues with ingrowns. The upside of these appointments is that they do your ass cheeks too. Worth the $50 dollars.

I could feel every inch of his morning wood, and let's just say calling it "junior" didn't feel appropriate. I gulped hardly, thinking about how only thin layer of fabric was dividing between the two of us.

I mean if I really wanted a fuck right now, I highly doubt he'd decline if I wake him up. I bite my cheek ashamed of the way my pussy is pulsing at that thought, probably already soaking through what little fabric I had to cover my lips.

I felt him stir slightly, that movement sending tingling sensation to my core, his breaths coming quicker together as if to tell me he's waking up. Soon his snoring stops and he draws one long whiff of my hair as he tightens his grip. I guess he must like my shampoo and conditioner. I mean to be fair I kept smelling his cologne last night. I remembered that, embarrassed all of the sudden.

What has gotten into you? I asked myself.

"Uh hi," my voice squeaked out. I cleared it before continuing,"I'd appreciate it if you'd unwrap your arm and let me get going. I'm sure we both have a busy day and you probably want to get started," I said, my voice sounding better but weirdly shy. Since when do I get shy around a guy.

"No offence, but the fact that I can feel your pussy pulsing against my dick tells a different story, sweetheart." Sweetheart, I hate how much I liked that nickname coming from his lips.

I attempted to try to get out of his grip, but it was no use. Actually, what it did was make things worse, if that was even possible. His erection somehow grew bigger, pressing so hard against my bare ass. I don't know how I could ache even more down there, no doubt my pussy screaming to be touched, by him no less. I've never felt this way with anyone, which is a pathetic thing so say for a 20 year old, when all my high school friends raved on about their sexual conquest.

"I won't touch you without your permission, but here's a proposal; let me take care of you this morning, worship you the way you deserved to be worshipped. We don't have to fuck, but we can help relieve each other's problems." I was surprised by his words, guiltily thinking it through. He did say we don't have to have sex, and it has been a long time since I've had a good orgasm.

"Okay, but I'm not going to suck your dick, we just met the first time last night. I don't mind giving you a hand job, but that's all I'm doing," I say, stating my boundaries, and with that I felt his hand reach towards my throbbing pussy.

I drew my right leg closer to my chest, allowing my legs part to slightly, giving him better access. I didn't feel anxious somehow, maybe because I was too horny to care. When the tip of his fingers touched my dampened material, sparks flying as he created friction against my clit. I moaned lightly, communicating to him that I enjoy that.

He pressed slightly harder, my bud already hard as a rock. He moved to lay me on my back, parting my legs slightly, and his arm supporting his upper body. I opened my eyes to see his face, the light not bothering me so much anymore.

His bright green eyes stare down into mine, the tension and pleasure intensifying, as if the look he's giving me could be my undoing. His black hair all messy from sleep makes him look cute and sexy, his full pink lips parted in amazement.

He rubbed his fingers against the length of the panties, using my wetness to lubricate his fingers as he glided up and down. When he got to my pussy, he would push it in slightly, as if to edge the underwear into me. The desire to have him touch me increases, needing to remind myself not to take it too far. I can't remember the reason, but I'm sure it's a good one.

Pushing aside the moist fabric, he glided his fingers up to my clit to push my juices up as a lube, rubbing my throbbing clit side to side. I gasped at the sensation. It's almost too much for me, but not even my sex toys can make me feel that good.

He seemed pleased with my reaction, how one flick and I could melt like a puddle beneath him. Honestly death by sex seems like a good way to go.

He would take turns paying attention to my clit and dipping his two fingers further and further into me each time. Then finally, just when I look like I was about to plead, he dug his fingers into me, curving until he found the g-stop while using his thumb to massage my clit. He quickened his pace until I did plead under him, the tension in my core tightening and tightening until I exploded right in his palm, my toes curling at the euphoria I am riding under.

It took me a few moments to catch my breath, not breaking eye contact once. God that was hot.

I grabbed his face, surprise covering his face as I pulled him in to kiss him.

I placed my left hand, on the side of his neck, my thumb gliding against his jawline with slight pressure. When my thumb reached to the end of his jaw, I slid it against the width of his neck until it reached to the other side of his neck. I gave it a small squeeze, which was enough to surprise him, knocking him onto his back. Now it's my turn.

Unsure of what took over me, I followed my instinct as I glided my other hand down his torso, where I felt the hardness of his muscles. Goodness, I'd love to just lick the skin there.

Reaching my handing down to his boxers, I easily found his bulging cock. I pulled down his briefs slightly to give myself better access to his dick, feeling the precum already dripping from his tip.

I took my hand off for a second, to use my juices to help lubricate his cock. As soon as I wrapped my hand around his dick, be sucked in a breath all to stop breathing altogether. I almost stopped before hearing him take a shallow breath again.

Pumping along the shaft, I made sure to squeeze has my hand went past the head before squeezing again when going down, using my thumb to flick the tip to use the precum to help lubricate his cock.

"Jesus Christ, that feels too good," he cried out. Someone's sensitive.

It honestly didn't take long, just like me, until he came undone this time in my hand. I honestly have no idea what came over me, but I quickly let him unload his cum in my mouth, for the first time ever. It's not what I imagined, saltier than expected. I stared at him when I swallowed, his surprised eyes meeting my bold ones. I kinda like what this guy does to me.

This time he pulled me to him, passionately kissing me like he wants to fuck me and thank me all at once. But the rule crept up in my head again, dampening the mood slightly. Honestly seeing him come undone was one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

His lips on mine were ravenous, as our hands touched each other feverishly. But before we could start anything up again, in one motion he got two of hands into his as if to press pause, though the tension between us did anything but.

I wonder how he'd take if we were to take turns tying each other up, clearly distracted by erotic thoughts.

We panted, catching our breaths as we just stayed there frozen.

"I've heard orgasms are the best cure for hangovers," he said; half tired and half smug.

"Yeah well then I must've given you the best hangover cure you've ever received," I replied back.

"Weird request, but do you think we can just cuddle? We don't have to do any touching I'm just feeling one rn," I don't think it's that weird of a request. Intimacy needs can come in all forms. I nodded my head and we made ourselves comfortable; me partially on his chest with one leg draped over his stomach to avoid his still ever hard cock, my hair sprawled away from his chest.

He had his arm draped across my back to brush aside any loose hair in a soothing manner. I used my arm that was on his chest to hook it under his to gently scratch part of his back much like how he scratched my head. He moved onto my back, just lightly tracing his fingers along my skin.

I could just stay here in this feeling forever, drowning in many ways of intimacy that I've never experienced in my life before.

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Lucian

This wasn't exactly how I planned on spending my first morning with my mate, but when I woke up to her heavy arousal, how can I not take care of one of her needs.

That smell was so intoxicating, but when she kept a consistent eye contact throughout the whole thing, that pleased me and my wolf in many levels as this allowed us to see the pleasure in her eyes. God she looked beautiful underneath me in my own bed.

She certainly surprised me when she took control, showing her dominant side. But holy jesus, when she started her hand job, I swear I felt like I died and came back to life over and over again in a dizzying spell.

It took absolutely everything in me not to complete our mating bond, but when I put her to sleep in my bed, I noticed that she's human, so I have to be careful with how I do this.

Now this half naked goddess is still gracing her presence in my bed, laying partially on top of me. I do kinda wish she was completely on me, I'd love to feel the weight of her tiny body on top of me. The thought was both very soothing and very sexy, everything about her just felt right.

I can't believe I have her in my arms finally, I really didn't think I'd find her. No one can take her away from me now that she's here, not even the Mood Goddess herself. She'll have to go through me first.

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