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Early on in our relationship, my bf and I came home raving drunk after a party, getting nasty but soon realizing we were both too drunk for it to go anywhere. We cuddle instead, fall asleep with him semi-hard, still in me. I wake up a few hours later, still kind of drunk and fully intent to roll over and cuddle up again, except when I do turn to lay at his side I realize he's proper hard and suddenly it's all I can think about. He'd given me the go ahead but we were both absolutely sloshered and now I'm feeling nervous about it but I can't help but let my hand wander over him and soon I decide, fuck it, I need this and so does he. So I pull the bedding aside and carefully climb up.
He's harder than he usually gets and I'm still ready to go from a few hours ago. He slides into me easily and remains still as I settle in, enjoy the dawn light and the feeling of being filled, slowly working into riding him proper.
There's no definitive moment when he wakes up but slowly he begins to grunt, reach for bedding to shield his face from the morning light, hips jerking up to meet me. The noises grow more frequent and his eyes peek open a little before he hides his face in the pillow again. Eventually, he growls, awake and impatient and he grabs me so he can thrust into me more aggressively and get what he needs, pulling me down, my face into the crook of his neck for the home stretch until he finishes in me.
Was the first time he finished bare in me. At the time he was both hot and flustered and a little annoyed that he'd woken up. Maybe he'd been a bit more blissful if I'd been quicker and he'd not waken until he came, so falling back asleep would've been easier... Later, he told me it was one of the happiest moments of his life, waking to see me straddling him.
