Then the solid, comforting wall of warmth at her back shifted with a soft, rumbling groan. . . and the invading length started to move.
What little of her that was fighting the sleep that still held sway was suddenly aware of the shallow push and pull within her.
It pushed a shaking exhale from her lungs as it pressed deeper, the tip prodding hard against that one spot deep inside that had her whole body arching and the warmth in her belly blooming into a wave of liquid heat even as her sore entrance twinged in protest. Her thighs quaked, once more spreading as the over-full feeling mingled with a heady, intoxicating need.
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Sleep was slow to fade, all but refusing to relinquish its hold on her. Her eyes were still so heavy - too heavy - so she gave up on trying to pry them open, more than content to let herself slip back into sleep's hold. She was so warm, what with the broad, comforting weight pressing against her back and curling around her waist.
But neither was awareness quite content to let her go now that it had woken. Caught in the nebulous not-awake-but-not-asleep in between, she frowned as an unexpected sensation of fullness between her legs tugged on that awareness, her sleep-blurred mind not wholly understanding.
There was something inside her. Something so deep her legs were instinctively spreading in a small attempt to alleviate the pressure.
She whimpered, unable to do much more than squirm, not with the thick, hard length impaling her. It was lodged deep, the sheer length and girth of it making her breath catch low in her chest and her head feel light and dizzy. Her limbs felt heavy, weighed down by sleep as they still were, her fingers clumsy as they groped at the sheets beneath her.
Futilely, she tried to settle it more comfortably, squirming and rocking against it. Her core clenched, fluttering helplessly around it as warmth began to bloom, radiating slowly beneath her skin in subtle, tingling waves. Needy waves. She choked on a frustrated whine as the realization dawned that she couldn't even properly close her legs; the invading length was simply too thick within her entrance. And yet, still she tried, her thighs squeezing against it, instinctively trying to shift it - further in, out, she didn't even know anymore.
Then the solid, comforting wall of warmth at her back shifted with a soft, rumbling groan. . . and the invading length started to move.
What little of her that was fighting the sleep that still held sway was suddenly aware of the shallow push and pull within her. It pushed a shaking exhale from her lungs as it pressed deeper, the tip prodding hard against that one spot deep inside that had her whole body arching and the warmth in her belly blooming into a wave of liquid heat even as her sore entrance twinged in protest. Her thighs quaked, once more spreading as the over-full feeling mingled with the heady, intoxicating need.
And from that need, the blooming warmth spread further, radiating from the shallow, prodding strokes. Unbidden, she sighed, her hips finally finding the right angle to comfortably accommodate the intrusion.
Only to moan low in her throat as a large hand slid down her stomach to dip between her thighs. She moaned low in her throat, her body clenching as skilled, familiar fingers began to rub and circle and press in time with the shallow thrusts. And the blooming warmth burst, flooding beneath her skin with a surge of heat. She tensed, shuddering and quaking around the insistent hardness moving within her, the slowly increasing pace of the rocking press and grazing touch heightening the gentle waves radiating out from her centre to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
And as the waves calmed once more to a languid glow, her body going blissfully limp as her lungs began to work properly once again, her growing awareness narrowed in on the wet, pulsing heat gushing within her, the broad body curled around her tensing as a low, growling groan vibrated down into her bones as the hold of sleep loosened just enough for wakefulness to make sense of what had happened.
Sighing contentedly as he slowly relaxed behind her, his nose nuzzled against his mating mark in the juncture of her shoulder and breathed deep before placing a tender kiss to the silvery scar. Still deliciously sleep-bleary and drunk on the afterglow, she twisted in his arms as best she could without further disturbing the knot locking his still-pulsing cock within her to press an affectionate kiss on the end of his nose.
With a contented rumble, he was already slipping back into sleep. And uncomplaining, she melted back into his embrace to join him.