The Morning After [25F][25M]

The morning heat hadn’t risen yet, but the air between us already felt thick with everything we hadn’t said, and everything we’d done. The light spilled in slow, soft stripes across the room, golden and diffused through the salt-stiff curtains. Outside, the sea murmured low and endless, like it had been speaking to us all night, like it knew what we’d done and was still whispering its approval.

I was already awake, though my body still buzzed from the night before. Everything ached in that sweet, stretched way. Between my thighs was sore and slick, the inside of my legs tacky with dried cum and sweat. The sheets were a mess twisted and damp, our scent soaked into every inch of them: skin, salt, saliva, sex.

Aryan stirred behind me, his breath warm against the back of my neck. One arm slid lazily over my waist, hand splaying across my stomach like he needed to feel me breathing to know I was still there.
“Mm,” he groaned, pressing a slow kiss to my shoulder. “Still real?”

I smiled, eyes still closed. “Real enough to still be sticky.”

That made him laugh. Low. Rough. He shifted behind me, and I felt the unmistakable press of him already hard, nestled against my ass. I arched slightly, just enough to tease him, to let him know I was just as awake, just as ready.

“You trying to start something?” he murmured, voice rough and thick with sleep.

“Maybe,” I whispered, grinding back lazily. “Or maybe I just want to finish what we started last night.”

I could see his cock slowly going hard, so goddamn turned on just from the way I looked

“Want to go back to sleep?” I asked

He shook his head, smile lazy and hungry. “No. I want you to ride me.”

He groaned again, this time deeper, and kissed my spine—slowly, reverently. One kiss between each vertebrae, all the way down until I was squirming beneath the weight of his mouth and the heat building between my legs again.

“You’re impossible,” he said. “But fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed you.”
I rolled over and straddled him in one slow movement, thighs wide around his waist, my bare pussy pressing down on the hard length of him. His hands found my hips immediately, guiding me forward so I was grinding against him, back and forth.

He looked up at me like I was something holy and filthy at the same time.

“No rush,” he murmured. “Just… ride me. Slow. I want to feel every fucking second of you.”

I reached behind me and guided him in, inch by inch, until I was full—stuffed with the heat of him, stretched and gasping. I sat all the way down, hips flush to his, a sharp cry breaking from my lips. My head tilted back as the sensation unfurled inside me.

“God,” I moaned, already rolling my hips in slow, grinding circles.

“You’re so fucking thick, Aryan…”

His hands flew to my thighs, then up cupping my breasts, fingers squeezing the soft flesh like he needed them to anchor him to earth. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, already sensitive, already aching. Then he sat up, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard enough to make me cry out again.
“Yes fuck....right there,” I gasped, threading my fingers into his hair, riding him deeper. I could feel every ridge of him, every inch as I lifted and dropped my hips, fucking him with slow intent. “You feel so good inside me. So fucking full…”

He groaned against my chest. “Look at you. Bouncing on my cock like it’s your fucking job.”

“Feels like it,” I breathed, grinding harder, faster now

My pussy clenched tight, wet and aching as I took all of him. He filled me so deeply it almost hurt, but it was the kind of ache that made my eyes roll back.

“Oh my god, Aryan” I moaned, rocking forward.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “You’re fucking drenched. I haven’t even moved.”

I started to ride him slow and controlled, hips rolling like waves. His hands still squeezing my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples until they were aching. He leaned forward to suck one into his mouth, tongue swirling, lips pulling in long, wet sucks that made my hips buck harder.

“You love this, don’t you?” he said between kisses. “Love riding my cock while I play with your tits.”

“Yes,” I gasped, grinding harder. “I love the way you fill me. Love how messy I get for you.”

The sounds were obscene. Wet. Loud. My pussys wetness squelched around his cock with every movement, drenching us both. I could feel him twitching inside me, could hear the slick wet slap of skin on skin.

“Fuck Kriti you’re dripping down my balls,” he groaned. “You gonna come again? On top of me?”

“Don’t stop touching me,” I moaned. “Keep playing with my tits. I’m so fucking close.”

He pinched both nipples at once, hard but perfect, and I shattered.
I cried out loud no holding back. My pussy spasmed around him, tight and relentless, squeezing his cock with every pulse. My thighs trembled violently, my back arched, and my moans were high, helpless, raw.

“Keep fucking me,” he growled, fingers digging into my waist, helping lift and drop me. “Ride me like you need it.”

“I do,” I moaned. “I need it so bad, Aryan need to feel you deeper, need to come all over your cock.”

“You’re gonna come just from riding me?” he teased, though his voice cracked, head tipping back as I clenched around him. “Fuck, that’s filthy.”

I was already close. The way he filled me, the pressure on my clit as I rocked against him, the way he sucked one nipple into his mouth again, pulling hard—my whole body was alight. My moans came fast now, high and breathless.

“Oh god—oh fuck—yes, yes yes, don’t stop—”

“Show me,” he said, low and dirty. “Come on my cock, Kriti. Let me feel you fucking melt on me.”

“Aryan fuck I’m coming, I’m fucking coming....” I let out a loud moan

“Holy shit, you’re milking my cock....fuck....” he said.

The orgasm rolled in right from the heat of my pussy through my body I shattered with a sob and a scream—riding him through it as my thighs quaked around his hips. My pussy clenched violently, sucking him in, pulsing around his cock as I came so hard I couldn’t even breathe. My whole body bowed, chest pressing into his face as he moaned against my skin, still sucking, still fucking up into me through the tremors.

“Fuck, baby—you’re dripping,” he groaned.

The bed creaked beneath us. The sheets were ruined soaked through with sweat and slick with spit from where he'd kissed and licked every inch of me. My hair stuck to my neck, my chest was streaked with sweat and saliva, nipples red and raw from his mouth. I collapsed forward, still straddling him, but breathless and undone.
But he wasn’t finished.

“Turn around,” Aryan whispered, voice low and commanding. “Hands on the headboard.”

I obeyed, dazed, crawling forward on shaky limbs. My ass lifted instinctively, back arched as I presented myself to him. He knelt behind me, slid two fingers into the mess of my juices with his sticky cum between my thighs, and groaned at the heat and wetness.

“You’re fucking perfect like this,” he whispered.He lined himself up, dragging the head of his cock through my slick thighs

“Fucking soaked. You’re dripping everywhere, baby,” he said, voice full of need. “This is mine.”

Then he slid his dick back into me in one long, slow thrust that stole the air from my lungs.
“Oh fuck—Aryan—” I moaned, nails clawing the sheets.

“Is this what you needed?” he breathed, thrusting into me with slow, deep strokes. “To be filled like this?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “More.”

His thrusts were brutal now, sharp, fast. The slap of skin echoed in the room, mixing with my cries and his deep, animal like grunts.“You hear that?” he panted. “That’s how wet you are. That’s how ruined I’ve made this pussy.”

“Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me harder, make me feel it for days... go so deep,” I whimpered. “You’re gonna make me come again…”

He grabbed my hair, not hard—just to pull me up enough so he could whisper directly into my ear.“You want me to come in you?” he asked, voice wrecked.

“Want me to fill you up while you’re already drripping down your thighs?”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Please come inside me. I want to feel it spilling out and overflowing from my pussy.”

“Then you'll get it now" he growled, fucking me fast and hard now. “Come again while I ruin you.”

“You’re mine” he growled. “Say it.”

"I’m yours,” I choked out. “I’m yours, Aryan.”

I reached my hand under between my legs and rubbed my clit circling fast, relentless, and that was all it took. Another orgasm tore through me, too soon, too much. I screamed loudly, body jerking, tears springing to my eyes as I spasmed around his cock again.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he gasped. “Want to feel me fill you up, baby?”

“Yes do it please cum inside me, please, Aryan”

His hips snapped faster, harder his groans turning into curses. My pussy walls clenched again, another orgasm building fast, impossible to stop. I screamed into the sheets as it ripped through me, tighter and sharper than before. My pussy fluttered around him like I was trying to hold him in, even as his thrusts paced up.

“Fuck Kriti ... I’m gonna... fuck.... I’m coming—” He let go.

His cock pulsed inside me, deep, hot, thick, each pulse pushing his cum so deep I felt it coat me. could feel it spilling out around my pussy the second he finished.

I moaned as it leaked down my thigh coating it again and spilling on the bed

He didn’t pull out. He held me there, still buried, panting against my back.

I collapsed onto my side, my body humming, spent and shaking. He dropped beside me, chest rising hard, face glistening with sweat. His hands trembling slightly from his orgasm.

We stayed like that his cum dripping down my legs, our bodies soaked sweat my messy hair clinging to my skin, our scents tangled and thick in the air. I was smeared in him—saliva on my breasts, sweat under my knees and on my back, his cum still inside me.

The sheets were wrecked. The bedframe creaked with every small movement we made. My body reeked of sex, and I’d never felt more at home in it.

He pulled me into his chest, still breathing hard. His lips found my neck, then my jaw, then my mouth—kissing me like the world had narrowed down to this bed, this mess, this girl he couldn’t get enough of his cum still leaking from between my thighs neither of us moved.

“I love you like this,” he whispered, forehead pressed to mine. “All sweaty and ruined. Covered in me.”

“I’d stay here forever,” he whispered into my ear. “In this bed. In this mess. With you.”

I smiled, still catching my breath
.
“You’re not just in me,” I whispered back. “You’re under my skin.”

“I meant what I said last night,” he whispered, voice broken. “All of it.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I reached back, laced my fingers with his, and held him there our skin sticky, our hearts stupidly open.We’d both come undone. And neither of us was reaching for the pieces.

I kissed him...Because sometimes love doesn’t strike... sometimes it just… stays.