Awake (prose)

I wanted to give back to you, what you’d just done for me.  
 
My insides were still throbbing, tight, hot, with little pinches of hurt from the way you'd slammed into me. I thought I could just wait until you fell asleep.  
 
I rolled over, so that I was curled up facing you, hand on your chest, drawing little figure-eights between your nipples while you drifted off to post-fuck land.  
 
A small smile on my face as I planned my retaliation. One I knew you’d like.  
 
I like flaccid cocks in the beginning, because it's the one time I can get everything in, the entire cock, the ball sack, and hold it in my mouth with no difficulty.
 
And there's a thrill of feminine power in the act of bringing it to, shall we say, a head.  
 
When you doze off, I slowly scootch down and do just that.  
 
Soooo slowly, I pull your soft cock in my warm, wet mouth, stretch my lips and draw your balls in, too, my tongue flat in the bottom of my mouth, cradling you, the tip of it flicking up to trace the very bottom of your sack.  
 
I angle my tongue around so that I can lick all of you, the underside of you, at the same time.  
 
You twitch in my mouth, and your body mimics the action, so I slowly pull back, sucking hard on your cock, feeling it respond, taking that soft, defenseless piece of you and working it, enjoying the texture, the quiet of it, the humility of a flaccid dick, and how turned on I get when it responds to me.  
 
To me.  
 
You're semi-erect, and semi awake.  
 
"What?"  
 
I take that as 'good morning' and suck hard on your half-hard on. It slips through my mouth, moving, fluid, flexible. I let it fall all the way out, and then pull it back in, able to have full suction in not battling the rigid fullness of you. But it's getting rigid. Fast.  
 
My head bobs up and down a few times as your cock wakes up and says 'well, sure!' shoving down my throat, your hips tilting slightly. By now, I'm touching my pussy, waking her up, and she's responding, but slowly.  
 
As you sit up a little, I pull off you, and move over you, leaning down, my hair across your face, one hand on your chest as I use the other to guide you into me.  
 
I make a noise as you slide up, rubbing the still-sore spots from earlier, and your hands go to my hips, grinding me down as you grind up.  
 
"Let me," I whisper in your ear.  
 
I slip my hands through yours, and lock my fingers in with yours and push them up by your shoulders, so that we're more holding hands.
 
I start slow, and you push up.  
 
"Come on, I thought you were going to fuck me," you whisper back.  
 
Those husky words, and the feel of you growing full in me finish the job, I'm wet, slick, open, and I slide down, the bump of my pussy crushing down on the base of your cock.  
 
"Fuck me," you say again.  
 
"Shut the fuck up," I whisper, kissing you as my ass moves up and slaps against you, finding the rhythm, crashing down on you, humping up and down so that your cock butts the front of my pussy from the inside... and I feel you tense under me.  
 
"Not yet"  
 
"Hurry"  
 
I lean back, rest on one arm and slide myself back and forth with you in me. I put your hands on my tits where you twist them, making me cry out as my other hand frantically rubs my clit, and then I can't stop myself from going over the edge first. You feel me milking your cock, pulsing around you, and you turn me over, slam in, hard, fast, five or six massive thrusts and your cock explodes, coursing against my pussy which is desperately strangling it.  
 
"Sorry,” I say sweetly, still shaking, covered in sweat. “Did I wake you.”