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It had all started a couple of weeks ago, now. Lucy and Chris had only been living together for a little over a month – finally, after what had seemed like an eternity of trawling sites for anything that wasn’t either exorbitant or uninhabitable; of unsuccessful viewings and alarming fine print whilst scrambling for more than five minutes’ privacy in the meantime from their respective flatmates. There had been squabbles here and there, yes, but a degree of that honeymoon-like novelty had still been hanging around, enough to keep all the expected minor gripes as they got to grips with cohabiting more playful than genuinely cranky. On that particular Monday morning, they had been sitting down to what was now a slightly more familiar bleary-eyed breakfast, and he’d offered his first gripe of the day with a barely contained smirk. “Do you really need a whole drawer?”
Lucy had heaved an exaggerated sigh. He had been talking of course about the drawer, the one in her nightstand that had gradually been filling up as she’d grown into adult life with… well, remedies to all the inconveniences that usually made it tempting to not get out of bed. Ibuprofen, chocolate, a couple of very dog-eared David Sedaris books; basically a toolkit for when she needed cheering up. Which, of course, also made it the ideal home for…
“I mean I thought that’s what I was here for.” Chris had furrowed his brow as if offended. “Is this it? Am I the latest redundancy to modern technology?”
Lucy had rolled her eyes but smiled coyly back as she’d taken a small too-hot sip from her coffee. “Try not to think of the drawer as a competitor. More like a… colleague. Or a utility belt.”
It hadn’t been the first time that Chris had teased her about her toys. The freedom to be as frequently and brazenly sexual as they wished was one novelty of having their own apartment that had not yet worn off; indeed, it was enough to offset most of their other tiffs, when they were never short of an excuse to tumble into each other’s arms. (Not all. They still bickered over shower times in the mornings. Showering together, it turned out, was rather less sexy in real life than in movies where nobody was at risk of slipping over.) Unsurprisingly, then, the conversation had stayed rooted there, and so eventually Lucy had acquiesced, and shared a little more context that she’d never previously told him – or indeed, anyone. “Right,” she’d explained. “So sometimes in the morning if I got woken up early by something and couldn’t get back to sleep, or if I just didn’t feel like getting up yet, I would just… take my vibrator and go back to bed for a bit. Snuggle up under the covers, close my eyes, until I felt perked up. It was nice.”
“And it worked?”
“Oh yeah, like a charm.” It had felt so much like something private that Lucy had even then felt a little shy talking about it, but perhaps she’d felt a need to justify herself, because the next words had tumbled out of her with little thought. Side Escort “I wish I didn’t even have to get out of bed, I could just, like, have it there and have it come on by itself. Like an alarm clock.”
“Alarm cock, you mean.”
“Hey!” She’d pushed him playfully, feeling herself starting to blush. “Well, okay, I didn’t see you offering to wake me up-“
At which point they’d stopped, and a look had passed between them, and Lucy had felt her mouth going suddenly a little dry with a newfound sense of curiosity. “Would you… like me to?” Chris had looked a little unsure, but his eyes had all of a sudden been raking her up and down in that way that still made her glow inside.
Lucy had felt her mouth go suddenly a little dry with a newfound sense of curiosity. Chris’s brow was now authentically furrowed in its typically cute manner. “I mean, if you’re totally comfortable with it…” he’d continued. His chin had been resting on his hand with uncertainty. “I don’t know, it blurs the consent line a little. Like, how will I know that you’re in the mood for it at that time, if you’re still asleep? You see what I mean?”
“I do.” Lucy had nodded thoughtfully. “But you know I trust you.” Her mind had begun clicking into gear. She’d never previously thought of herself as particularly being into fantasies of free use, but something about this was really taking root in her imagination. Trust was it. She trusted her boyfriend to know her boundaries, to know what she liked, to like what she liked, and the thought had stirred a sense of almost forbidden excitement within her. “Okay, how about this…” she’d said, thinking out loud. “If I’m still asleep, I’m happy for you to assume what you’re doing is okay so long as it’s stuff we’ve done plenty of times before and stuff you know that I’m relaxed about. Obviously, as soon as I’m awake, if I’m not comfortable or want to stop, I’ll tell you straight away. And either way we’ll check in afterwards and talk about it, and if there’s something I don’t want you to do again, or if I just want to not do it anymore altogether, I’ll tell you.”
Chris had nodded in return. “Yeah. I mean, I’m good with that, so long as you’re totally sure you are too.”
“I am.”
Oh, she was.
**
They’d laid down a couple more ground rules over the next few days, but mornings had soon become Lucy’s favourite time of the day. She’d find herself drifting up from dreams with an inexplicable sense of warmth and budding exhilaration, until she was fully and delightfully conscious of her boyfriend’s fingers slick and wet between her legs. Even on those busy mornings when they soon had to stop their fun and get up to face the day, she would be thinking of little else from the moment they kissed and parted ways on the street outside until they both came home. On those wonderful weekends with nothing else to worry about… God. Slow, fast, rough, gentle; it scarcely mattered, when they’d be grinning like Side Escort Bayan idiots at each other for the rest of the morning. The snooze button on her clock was getting a lot of wear.
Sometimes she’d wake to find herself on top of him. Others, the reverse. She’d fallen asleep one night on her stomach – Lucy had always been a toss-and-turn kind of sleeper, the one downside to no longer having the bed to herself – and woken the next day to feel her cheeks being spread apart in a gentle pronebone. If anyone had yet invented a wake-up call as effective as a strong hand in her hair and balls slapping against her clit, she would have loved to hear it. She still found herself getting distracted at work from time to time thinking about that one.
One particular morning, however, saw her put a plan of her own into action. Occasionally, upon waking, Lucy had decided to keep her eyes shut just a little longer than necessary, enjoying feeling Chris getting gradually more vigorous in his efforts to try and ‘wake’ her. That morning, as she slowly came around to the familiar sensation of a hand cupped against her pussy and her boyfriend’s morning wood against her behind – every damn morning; alarm cock indeed – she stayed perfectly still and kept her body relaxed, letting him go on. She wanted to see just how far she could make him go. And okay, maybe to amuse herself just a little, to see him confused at how she hasn’t yet woken up.
The next part she already knew by now to expect. His fingers were teasing between her labia, spreading her out delicately, and soon they came to settle on her clitoris, moving immediately into that steady circular motion that she liked. She liked that he knew her so well. The sparks of new romance were wonderful, but familiarity was an altogether different thrill. He knows what she wants, knows just how she wants it, and she suppressed a smile of realised anticipation as he gently increased the pressure with his fingertips, the circles closing in more tightly. Lucy kept her breathing slow and regular, and waited.
Chris’s free hand came up and brushed her hair back gently. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Lucy almost moved, figuring she’d somehow given the game away, but when he continued, she realised that he didn’t know she was listening. “How did I get this lucky, huh?” He dipped his head in and kissed her temple, as he continued to caress her. “To get to wake up every day next to my favourite person in the world?”
Chrisssssssssssssss. She was practically melting as his left arm encircled her, drawing her in close to his body, while his right remained down with his hand between her thighs, but she remained impassive. “I’m never going to stop feeling like it, too.” His head dipped to place another kiss, this time on her shoulder. “It’s never going to stop feeling special, just knowing you’re mine.”
The next few minutes were a test. Chris was steadily increasing the pressure against her clit, that Escort Side same hypnotic circular pattern but with ever-growing intensity, and soon Lucy was dripping, fighting the urge to grind herself against his hand. She was biting her lip to keep from making sound. Had she really slept through this in the past? She could scarcely believe it-
He had stopped momentarily; she felt a pang of disappointment, and was on the point of dropping the ruse to tell him to keep going when his hand grasped her leg and hooked it up easily over his. She’s barely had time to register her excitement before he’s guiding his cock to her – sleeping naked together had very swiftly become the norm since the start of their morning escapades – and it was all Lucy could do not to whimper as Chris teased the tip up and down between her folds before pressing slowly, exquisitely inside her. It still felt so good. That first thrust, that moment that he filled her up, the basal part of her psyche it set off. Those first few tentative strokes, coaxing her into it; the first moment of feeling him fully inside her… fuck. She was aching to rock her hips against his, but she kept the game going, even as his hand returned to between her legs as he began to thrust hard, easing into a steady rhythm that matched the pace of his fingers against her clit. He was nuzzling her neck and murmuring her name softly. “You feel so fucking good,” he said. “God, you’ve got the most perfect fucking pussy-“
Lucy’s body was twitching, and she could only hope he thought she was having a particularly eventful dream. Apparently it was working, because he redoubled his efforts to arouse her. They’re going to need to do this position more often; the feeling of herself snuggled in against his body is getting her going like crazy, even aside from the kisses he’s showering over her back and neck; he grabs her leg and draws it further up over his, opening her up to him even more completely, and every thrust feels so fucking deep inside her…
She hung on. Somehow. But she couldn’t contain herself a moment longer, when she felt him tense up in that wonderfully familiar fashion, and Chris’s cheek grazes her collar as he gasps. “Fuck.” The little break in his voice was almost enough to break her as well. “Lucy, I love you so fucking much.”
The words tore free from her lips. “I love you, too!”
The edge had been there, tantalising, but it was him bursting inside her that pushed her over as well. In a moment they were climaxing together, and she was twitching and quivering in his arms as she pulsed around his still-throbbing cock, the reckless warmth of her boyfriend’s cum flooding inside her. It was just the right amount of too much. Overwhelming, and her toes are curling as she arches her back into him, her leg shaking in his grip.
A much more thorough wake-up call than her alarm, anyway.
When they’d quite regained their composure, she eased his softening cock gently out of the sticky mess between her thighs and turned round to face him, grinning broadly. They’ll clean up in a minute. Perhaps that joint shower wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. “Good morning,” she said.
He leaned in and kissed her nose. “Good morning,” he agreed.