Before the Sun

The room was still dark, but soft morning light was starting to bleed through the edges of the curtains. The sheets were tangled low on the bed, cool air kissing bare skin. Autumn stirred first. She didn't open her eyes right away. Just let herself feel--her body warm, her limbs heavy, Ryan's chest solid behind her. His arm was thrown over her waist, loose and protective, breath warm against the back of her neck. But what really woke her was the slow, insistent throb between her legs. The ache. And the way his hips were pressed against her ass--his body curved perfectly to hers, and he was hard.

Rock hard.

She shifted slightly, hips rolling back just enough to feel him twitch through his boxers. Her breath hitched. He groaned--low and lazy--and tightened his arm around her waist.

"Don't start something you can't finish," he mumbled against her shoulder, voice still gravel-rough with sleep.

She smiled into the pillow, eyes still closed. "What if I want to start something you won't let me finish?"

That made him chuckle. He pushed his hips forward just enough to let her feel it--how hard he already was for her. "You want it that bad, baby?"

"Mmhmm," she whispered, arching her back slightly, grinding her hips back into him. "Woke up needing you."

"Of course you did." His hand slid lower, gripping her hip as he adjusted himself behind her, pressing his length flush between her cheeks. "You always get greedy when I'm like this, don't you?"

She nodded, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder. "Please."

"Not yet," he whispered, kissing the curve of her neck. "You can take what I give you."

He pulled her tighter against him, and then his hand slid between her thighs from behind--just enough to cup her, to feel how wet she already was through the thin fabric of her underwear.

"Fuck," he murmured. "You're soaked."

"Ryan--"

"You'll get what you want," he said. "But you're gonna work for it."

He moved his hand away, gripped her hip again, and pressed her down against the thick outline of his cock through his boxers. "Grind on it."

She whimpered.

"I said," he murmured against her ear, "grind."

Autumn obeyed--rolled her hips slowly, rubbing herself against him, the pressure maddening. It wasn't enough, but it was everything at the same time. Every shift of her hips dragged her swollen clit against the ridge of him, her breath catching with each pass.

Ryan groaned, low and guttural, as he felt her rut against him with more urgency. His hand tightened on her waist, guiding her rhythm. "That's it. Just like that. Use it."

"God," she gasped. "Please, just--"

"No. Not yet." His voice was still thick with sleep, but his control was sharp now, deliberate. "You want to come, you do it like this. Slow. Messy. Needy."

She moaned, her face buried in the pillow, back arching as the friction built--her underwear soaked now, his boxers damp where she pressed against him. The drag of it, the steady pressure, the way he held her still only to move her when he wanted--it was torture.

He kissed her shoulder again, voice like smoke. "Feel how hard I am for you? I could fuck you so easy right now. Just push these to the side and slide in."

"Yes, yes--please--"

"But you don't get that. Not yet."

She cried out softly, her rhythm faltering as her legs started to shake.

Ryan groaned again. "Fuck, you're close, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then come just like this. My good girl. So desperate, you'll take it through clothes. Just to feel me."

His hand slipped down again--this time just his fingers, stroking her through her panties while she kept grinding against the ridge of him. The dual pressure pushed her right to the edge, and when he bit down lightly on her shoulder, she fell.

Her orgasm tore through her, hips jerking, thighs trembling, mouth open in a soundless cry. He held her tight as she rode it out, whispering filth in her ear.

"Good girl. That's it. Take what I give you. That's all you need."

She collapsed back against him, breathless, ruined. And only then--after she went completely still--did he rock his hips once, hard and slow, against her backside and growl, "Next time, you'll wake me up properly."

She was still gasping, twitching slightly against him, her body limp and sated. Ryan kept his arm around her waist, letting her breathe for a moment. His lips brushed her neck, soft now.

"You okay?" he murmured.

She gave a shaky laugh. "Barely."

He smiled. But then--his hand moved again. Firm. Intentional. No more teasing.

"You think I was gonna stop there?"

She barely had time to register the words before he rolled them both, fast and fluid, shifting her beneath him. Her back hit the mattress and he was already on top--propped on one arm, the other hand pinning her wrist down by her head.

Her eyes widened. Ryan looked down at her like a man undone--his boxers soaked where she'd rubbed against him, his cock straining against the fabric, jaw tight with restraint.

"You think I wasn't aching the whole fucking time?" he growled, voice low, rough. "You think I wasn't counting the seconds until I could be inside you?"

She whimpered, hips instinctively lifting toward him, but he pinned her harder, grounding her. "Ryan--"

He reached down with one hand and yanked his boxers low, just enough. Her underwear followed in one fluid motion--tugged down and discarded like they were nothing. She was still wet, sensitive, throbbing from the grind he'd just made her come through. And he didn't wait. He lined himself up, ran the thick head of his cock through her folds once--slow, teasing--then thrust inside with one powerful stroke. Autumn cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely. No easing. No gentleness now. Just the heat of him--deep, thick, hard--and the weight of everything he'd been holding back.

"Fuck," he groaned, head falling forward, breath hot against her neck. "You feel like heaven."

She wrapped her legs around his waist, dragging him deeper. "Please--don't stop--"

"I'm not fucking stopping," he growled, snapping his hips into hers again. "You think you can grind on me half asleep, come all over my cock through my boxers, and not get fucked properly after that?"

She moaned, nails digging into his back.

He set a brutal pace--driving into her, every thrust purposeful, hungry. His hand tangled in her hair, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "That what you wanted, baby? To tease me until I couldn't hold back anymore?"

"Yes," she gasped, barely coherent.

"You wanted me desperate? Now you've got it." He kissed her like he was starved, hips rolling deep, dragging more broken sounds from her throat as he slammed into her again and again. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, just held on while he took her apart all over again.

"Touch yourself," he ordered against her throat. "I want you to come on my cock this time. Now."

Her hand slid between them immediately, fingers working her clit as his rhythm grew sharper, rougher. It didn't take long. She shattered around him again--this time louder, messier, her whole body convulsing beneath his. Ryan groaned deep in his chest and followed her over the edge, thrusting hard one last time and spilling into her with a broken, gasping sound that made her clench even tighter.

They stayed like that, tangled and trembling, breathing hard in the silence.

He didn't pull out. Just collapsed over her, kissed her neck, and murmured, "That's how you wake me up."

Autumn let out a dazed laugh, fingers combing through his hair. "I'll... try to remember."

He lifted his head just enough to grin, eyes dark and wild and full of love. "You'd better."

*******

A week later

It was still dark when Autumn stirred--somewhere between sleep and waking, limbs heavy, the sheets twisted loosely around her thighs. She didn't know what pulled her from sleep at first. Then she felt it. Warm breath between her legs. A slow, steady drag of tongue against her already-damp heat. Her mouth parted, a soft gasp breaking the silence of the room. Her hips shifted, instinctively lifting, chasing the pressure.

Ryan.

He was there, under the covers--positioned between her thighs like he belonged there, like he'd been there for a while. His hands were firm around her hips, holding her down with just enough force to make her feel caged. Kept. Claimed.

Her eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus in the dark. "Ryan?"

He didn't answer with words. He pressed his mouth harder to her, tongue working slowly--deliberately. Long, unhurried strokes, tasting her like it was the first time, like he'd missed her, even if they'd been tangled up just two nights ago.

Autumn's head fell back into the pillow, her legs already starting to tremble. He was so patient with it. Lazy, even. Like he had nowhere else in the world to be, like he wanted to spend the entire morning with his mouth on her and his name moaned through the sheets. One of his hands slid up her stomach, fingers brushing over her ribs, spreading warmth and pressure until it landed gently around her throat--not squeezing, just holding--grounding her in place while he kept working her over with his tongue.

"Fuck," she whispered, thighs starting to close around his head. "You're gonna kill me."

He chuckled against her, the vibration sending a fresh jolt straight through her. Then he moaned into her--deep, filthy, completely obsessed--and the sound undid her. Her hands found his hair, tugging hard, but it only made him double down. He sucked her clit between his lips and stayed there, flicking his tongue just right, just fast enough to make her legs start to shake.

"Ryan--oh my God--Ryan--"

He didn't stop. Not even when she started to come, not even when her thighs locked tight around his head and her back arched and she screamed his name into the dark. He kept his mouth on her through every wave, licking her through it, until she was shaking and gasping and pushing at his shoulders in a haze of overstimulation. Only then did he finally come up for air--slowly dragging his mouth up her inner thigh, her hip, her stomach. When he reached her lips, he kissed her deep and messy, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Good morning," he murmured, smug and wrecked and way too pleased with himself.

Autumn's voice was still breathless. "You're dangerous."

"Not even done yet," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. "You owe me one for earlier this week."

Her eyes flew open, wide with disbelief. "That was a favor?"

He grinned. "That was a warning shot." Then he rolled her onto her stomach and grabbed her hips, already hard again, already sliding the tip of his cock along her soaked entrance. "Now I'm gonna take it."

Autumn barely had time to catch her breath before Ryan was behind her--gripping her hips, spreading her knees wider, his cock thick and hard as he slid it slowly through her soaked folds. Her cheek pressed to the pillow, heart still racing from the orgasm he'd just pulled from her mouth alone. She felt wrecked already, and he hadn't even--

He pushed inside in one slow, firm thrust.

Her mouth opened in a gasp. "Oh my God--"

He groaned, voice strained. "Still so tight after all that?"

She could only nod, the stretch making her feel full to the brim, owned in every sense of the word. Ryan leaned forward, bracing one hand beside her head, the other still gripping her hip. His body covered hers completely, heavy and hot. He rocked into her once, hard enough to make her whimper.

"You're not going anywhere," he murmured in her ear. "You're gonna take this."

She loved this side of him--possessive, low-voiced, completely focused on her. No restraint now. Just raw desire. And he showed it with every thrust. He set a relentless rhythm--driving into her deep and smooth, again and again, the sound of skin on skin filling the quiet morning. Her back arched as he angled his hips, hitting that spot that made her cry out, made her shake.

Ryan dragged a hand into her hair and tugged her head back gently, forcing her up onto her elbows. "Want to hear those sounds, baby. Let the neighbors know."

She moaned, loud and unfiltered, hips pushing back into him with every thrust.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Just like that." His hand slipped around her front, fingers finding her clit again, slick and swollen. He circled it in time with his thrusts, and she nearly buckled beneath him.

"Too much," she gasped, though her body said otherwise--clenching around him, shuddering under his touch.

"Can't hear you when you lie to me," he growled. He slammed into her harder, faster, until her moans turned to sobs of pleasure. Her whole body tensed. She was close. So close--

"That's it. Come for me again," he ordered. "Right now."

And she did--with a broken, strangled cry as everything inside her snapped tight and exploded. Her orgasm tore through her, wave after wave, and Ryan cursed sharply as she squeezed around him, dragging him right over the edge with her.

He buried himself deep one final time, hips jerking as he spilled inside her, his own moan muffled by the back of her shoulder where he pressed his mouth, completely undone. For a long moment, there was only the sound of breathing. Heavy. Shaky. Raw. Ryan didn't pull out. He stayed right there, wrapped around her, his body warm against her back, lips pressed to the curve of her spine.

"Remind me to wake you up more often," he murmured, voice rough but smug.

Autumn laughed breathlessly, turning her face just enough to find his. "Only if I get to return the favor."

His eyes darkened again, already smirking. "It's a date."