How to Deal With Morning Wood
Angel always woke up before Sasha. While she was a dream addict, he needed to be up early for work every day. But on this particular morning, he did not need to go anywhere. But this did not change his internal clock as he got up with the glowing summer sun. He didn't quite mind so much, the morning was his to enjoy. The black bear slowly rolled over, seeing the backside of his lover in his small bed, sleeping soundly. Angel had to hold his breath just to hear her own quiet breathing. He always thought the pale mink was like a celestial creature created by God's own steady hand. He believed his name would have suited her far better. Her sleepy breath was soft, a tiny sigh wisped past her lips every so often.
It did not take long for the ursine to realize he had a typical male problem right there in that bed. While his lover slept, Angel was full of lust. His erection grew freely as he wore no clothes that may have confined it. He moved silently under the covers, getting closer to his equally nude love, softly kissing an ear. It twitched and she shifted, trying to stay in her little dreamland for just a little longer. The bear's huge hands slipped over her, caressing her sides. She moved again, but less so. His touch was delicate enough to let her continue to dream. Almost selfishly, he began to take her from her dreams as his hands began moving up to her breasts. He fondled her mounds, squeezing them and thumbing her soft nipples. Sasha whimpered and gave small moans, slowly rousing from sleep. Bit by bit, she realized what was going on and gave a small smile. This was a good way to wake up. "Good morning," Angel whispered to her upon realizing she awoken. She made a little noise in return, too sleepy to speak properly just yet. He continued to fondle her, pulling more noises from her, making his morning wood that much harder. She was left with no inhibitions that early in the morning, unable to hold back anything from her lover. And they both liked it that way.
One of his hands moved down, slipping between her legs. His other hand remained on one of her breasts, merely holding it as the other rubbed her warm lips. More whimpering was heard as he coaxed her legs apart. She obeyed every nudge and tug, willing to be pleased, growing more awake. Still on her side, she parted her knees and exposed her womanhood to the morning air. He rolled her clit between his fingers, occasionally using the flesh of her own pussy lips to stimulate it. Angel would pinch the plump pink lips and move his fingers (as though playing the world's smallest violin) and play with her nub with her own slick softness.
Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her. He pumped them through her lips, giving his digits a curl every so often. Sasha gasped deeply and nearly screamed as he overstimulated her. He continued, smiling as he felt her insides, slipping in another. The pleasure was blinding and almost painful. She couldn't take it. "Stop, stop," she panted, the first real words she's said all morning. The mink reached down to take hold of his wrist. Angel tapped against her g-spot, smirking as she tried to speak. "I...I want you i-i-inside me." He had succeeded in making her as lustful as he was.
He let go of her, allowing her to roll onto her back as he dug through the nightstand drawer for a condom. Neither were ready to be a parent, and Sasha was afraid of taking the Pill. But neither had any problem using a condom, using the time it took Angel to put it on to allow their anticipation to grow. It never killed the mood as many couples younger than they often thought.
The mink panted softly as she waited. The black bear slipped it on with ease, shifting his body to dominate his fair love. Sasha immediately wrapped her ankles around his back, pulling him in as he easily slipped inside. Even though they'd barely done any foreplay, her hole was slick and Angel was able to push deep inside her tightness. Their grunts mingled together, more so when the mink begged him go deeper, harder. He tried to keep up with her demands, thrusting relentlessly. "Oh god! Angel!" she moaned out lewdly. They were so close to climax, only a little more would do it...
Then, what would usually only happen in the movies happened to them. For a moment, they froze as the bed shifted, the corner dipping suddenly, a thud banging out. The lovers were tilted, most of their weight now on Sasha's left shoulder. But once they realized they were fine, Angel resumed his thrusts, determined to make the both of them cum. Their immediate pleasure was more important than whatever had happened to the bed. Angel didn't need to pound inside of Sasha for too much longer. The small burst of adrenaline helped to push them far over the edge.
Once the recovered from feral pleasure, he slipped out of her pussy. Moving off the bed they inspected the damage. The leg of the bed had broken off clean off. Both lovers laughed. They never imagined they could become so horny and break a piece of furniture. It instilled a sense of pride in the pair that morning, even though it had also instilled a sense of despair in their bank account later that day.