Morning Wood Gif Novels & Stories

He gave her more through the night. When, she woke in the morning, he was watching her. He reached a finger out to touch her cheek, but she flipped on top of him. Feeling the wetness between her legs rubbing against him, with her breasts leaning into his face, he started to get hard again. “Like this now!” She said with delight. “I want to try it like this now!” She exclaimed coaxing his cock and then spreading her legs wider to engulf it.

Our sex life amounted to weekly forays under the sheets at most, and even then only if I gave him enough hints. I did my best to mask my pleasure, closing my eyes and pretending to meditate. The mist wriggled up my thigh, sliding higher, until the tip stroked me through my swimming costume. I reached down to touch it, marveling at how thick and muscular it felt. It wasn't like smoke at all, more like human skin, though it was slick, even underwater. It slid through my hand, and images of an enormous cock flooded my mind—so graphic and detailed that I gasped with the shock of it, the electric pulse that throbbed in my core—

“I’ll edge you all day even in meetings, at the grocery store and even while you code. Every time you get close, I’ll stop. You’ll stay wet and desperate until I decide you’ve earned release.” By midday, I was a wreck. At my home office desk, the remote teasing resumed while I pretended to focus on lines of code. The edging was merciless, building me up with pulsing waves that mimicked tongue flicks and deep penetration, then denying me at the last second. My panties were soaked, my thighs slick with arousal. I squirmed in my chair, biting back whimpers.

"Oh my God. How did that fit in me?" "Perfectly," he answers. "But I've had morning wood for the last hour, angel, and now I'm going to teach you how to take care of it with your mouth." "Morning wood?" "You really are a virgin." Jackson smiles. "Morning wood is what we guys wake up with in the morning." "Every morning?" I ask as he moves closer, his cock barely an inch from my lips. "Well, those of us with proper testosterone levels." He grins. "And having you and your perfect naked body in my bed doesn't hurt either."

As I woke, realising he was still inside me, I couldn't help but tense around him, and he moaned softly, beginning to wake. I tried to keep still to let him fall back asleep, but gasped as I realised it was too late, his cock beginning to swell inside me with his morning wood. I tried to slowly move away, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me, holding me to him as he moved his hips gently, moaning again.

I whispered. “Babe, it’s too early, go back to sleep,” she murmured sleepily. “Lena, baby, please. It is four in the morning, and I have the mother of all morning wood in my pants. It hurts,” I whined, my voice sounding like that of a horny teenager even to my own ears. “Well then use your hand baby, that’s what you used to do before you met me isn’t it?” she whispered, sounding amused at the situation I was now in.

Grayson stirs awake, the scent of jasmine and something faintly musky filling the air. He blinked, and open his eyes, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains. Two women, their bodies entwined with his, sleeps soundly beside him. The women shift, their eyes fluttering open with a sleepy warmth. A gentle smile graces their lips as they meet his gaze, their breaths soft against his skin. One reaches out, her caressing his enormous phallus, but he gently halts her.

When I woke up, he was already watching me, one arm thrown over my waist, his morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my thigh. “Morning, little bro,” he said with that lazy smile. His voice was rough from sleep and sex. “Sleep okay?” I nodded, blushing as I remembered the way his cum had leaked out of me when I tried to stand up last night. “Yeah. You?” “Best sleep I’ve had in weeks.” He leaned in and kissed me slow, his tongue sliding against mine like he owned my mouth now. His hand moved down and cupped my ass, squeezing one cheek. “Still leaking my load?”

Brushing, flossing and moisturizer are next. I lie down in bed and turn off the lamp. When I close my eyes, I picture Moon—his reticent smile, his intense eyes, and his sexy as hell bod. My girl parts are ramped up and it’s all Moon’s fault. With a groan, I roll over and grab the purple wonder from the drawer beside my bed. I hit the switch and then lift and spread my knees. I place the vibration against my clit. The purple wonder twirls and vibrates, hitting the spot perfectly. I slide it through my folds and back to my clit while imagining Moon doing this to me. I’m getting close and that delicious tingle centers between my thighs. The purple wonder slows. “No,” I groan. Then the damn thin

I'm tangled around Bryson, my arms wrapped around his waist and pulling him close against my chest. Our bodies are pressed together from shoulder to hip, and I can feel everything. Including the fact that we're both hard. Morning wood is a normal thing. Nothing unusual about it. Except we're pressed together, our erections aligned through thin layers of fabric. I freeze completely, not daring to move or breathe too loud. Maybe if I stay still, Bryson won't wake up and realize the position we're in. But then his hand slides down deliberately, giving my hip a teasing squeeze that's definitely intentional.