Chapter 12: Morning After – Round Two

Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds in soft, golden strips across my bed, warming the sheets that still carried the faint, intimate musk of last night’s release. I woke slowly, body heavy and sated yet already stirring with fresh need, the memory of Tara riding me on the living-room floor replaying in vivid flashes—her full curves bouncing above me, the slick heat of her body clenching tight as she drained every drop I had to give. My cock lay thick and semi-hard against my thigh, a low thrum of awareness pulsing through it before I even opened my eyes. Guilt tried to creep in, the same sharp twist that always followed these moments, but it dissolved the instant I felt her beside me.

Tara was curled into my side under the covers, her back pressed flush to my chest, one of my arms draped over her waist like it belonged there. Her skin was warm and smooth, the curve of her hip fitting perfectly into the cradle of my body. She was still naked from the night before, the weight of her heavy breasts resting against my forearm, soft and full, rising and falling with each steady breath. The faint scent of her lotion lingered on her neck—sweet and warm, now layered with the deeper, earthier trace of our shared sweat and pleasure. I didn’t move at first, just breathed her in, letting the reality settle: my step-aunt in my bed, her body marked by the way I’d taken her only hours earlier.

She stirred, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shifted backward, pressing her ass more firmly against me. The plush give of her cheeks nestled right against my cock, and I hardened instantly, the thick length sliding along the warm cleft between them. “Mmm ... morning, baby,” she murmured, voice husky with sleep and something hungrier. Her hand found mine on her waist and guided it higher, until my palm cupped the heavy swell of one breast. The nipple tightened under my touch, pebbling instantly as I gave a gentle squeeze. “Don’t stop. I love waking up like this ... feeling how much you want me already.”

I rolled my hips forward on instinct, letting my now-rigid shaft glide between her thighs from behind. She was already slick, the smooth heat of her pussy lips parting around me without any resistance. No words were needed at first. I stayed spooned tight against her back, one arm banded across her chest to hold her close while the other slid down between her legs. My fingers found her clit, circling slow and lazy, matching the unhurried rock of my hips. The wet glide of her arousal coated my shaft as I nudged the thick head against her entrance, teasing without pushing in yet. Her breath hitched, a low, needy sound that vibrated through her back into my chest.