The sunlight peeked through the blinds, painting stripes across her bare back. I traced the line of her spine with a fingertip, marveling at the soft curve of her beautiful ass. "Morning," I whispered, my breath tickling her ear. She stirred, a sleepy smile gracing her lips.
"Morning," she mumbled, stretching languidly. I watched, captivated as her natural tits shifted beneath the thin cotton sheet. We’d been friends forever, but these last few weeks… things had changed. The glances lingered longer, the touches were a little more electric. Last night, after a few too many beers, that electricity finally arced.
"Ready for round two?" I asked, my voice husky. Her eyes fluttered open, a mischievous glint in their depths. "Only if you promise to be gentle." Gentle? With this cute girl, this goddess in my bed? I wasn't sure I could manage it.
I kissed her neck, tasting the lingering scent of her perfume. Pulling back the sheet, I revealed her smooth, pale skin. She was wearing my t-shirt, which barely covered her. "You look amazing", I said. I straddled her hips, pressing a kiss to her lips before gently rolling her onto her stomach. Her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow.
She arched her back slightly, giving me the perfect view of her rear. I licked my lips, barely containing myself. Applying a bit of saliva, I began teasing her with my fingers, before slowly entering her from behind in a spoon fuck. She moaned, the sound reverberating through the quiet room.
"Mmm, that feels so good," she purred. I picked up the pace, my hands gripping her hips, driving deeper with each thrust. Her nails dug into my back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. This doggystyle was different from any other I'd ever experienced. Raw, real, filled with the weight of our shared history and the thrill of our newfound desire.
I buried my face in her hair, whispering words of praise into her neck as I felt myself nearing the edge. The heat between us intensified, the air thick with anticipation. Finally, I came, my body shuddering with the force of it. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison.
We lay there for a long moment, catching our breath, basking in the afterglow. Finally, she turned her head, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "What could be better than this?" she asked. I knew the answer: Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I love your tattoos, they're so sexy. And, of course, I love you. I can't believe that we are a real couple now. Best friend turned to lover, I don't want to change it.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.
