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Morning light slipped through the half-open curtains in pale gold ribbons, painting soft stripes across the bed.
Enid woke first, blinking slowly, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Toji's chest beneath her cheek.
They'd shifted in the night; she was half-draped over him, one leg hooked over his thigh, her choo-choo train pajama top twisted up under her arms.
The matching shorts had ridden low on her hips, and Toji's big, warm hand rested possessively on the bare curve of her ass, fingers splayed like he'd fallen asleep holding the most precious thing in the world.
She stayed still for a long minute, just listening to his steady breathing, feeling the faint scratch of his stubble against her forehead when he exhaled.
A shy little smile tugged at her lips. She could still feel him inside her from last night—soft now, but the memory of how perfectly he'd filled her made her tummy flutter.
Carefully, so carefully, she pressed a tiny kiss to the hollow of his throat. Then another, a little higher. Toji stirred, a low sleepy hum rumbling in his chest. His hand on her ass flexed, pulling her closer without waking fully.
Enid's heart did a happy skip. She kissed along his jaw, feather-light, until she reached the corner of his mouth. That finally earned her a slow, drowsy smile.
"Morning," he rasped, voice gravel-rough and warm. His eyes opened just a crack, soft and dark and full of her.
"Morning," she whispered back, cheeks pink. She tucked her face against his neck, suddenly bashful even though they were still tangled together like puzzle pieces.
Toji's other arm came around her, cradling her close. He nuzzled into her hair and breathed deep. "Smell so good," he murmured. "Like sleep and vanilla and… me."
Enid squeaked, embarrassed and delighted. She could feel the slow, steady throb of him starting to life against her thigh—he was already half-hard, morning warmth making him heavy and hot through his sweatpants. She wiggled just a little, and he let out a soft groan.
"Careful, baby," he warned gently, but his hips rolled into her on instinct. "You keep moving like that and I won't be responsible for what happens."
Enid bit her lip, then bravely slid her hand down his stomach, under the waistband of his sweats.
He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the moment her fingers curled around his thickening cock he exhaled shakily.
"Enid…"
"I want to," she whispered. "Want to feel you again. Slow, like last night."
Toji kissed her then—lazy, lingering, tasting of sleep and last night's sweetness. While their tongues slid together, she stroked him gently, learning the weight of him in morning light. He was velvet-smooth and burning hot, and growing harder with every shy pump of her hand.
After a minute he rolled them carefully so she was on her back, the blanket slipping down to their waists. Sunlight caught on the little red trains printed across her chest, making them look like they were chugging happily in the glow.
Toji smiled at the softest smile and leaned down to kiss right over one embroidered bear.
"These jammies are unfairly cute," he murmured against the fabric, then pushed it up slowly, baring her breasts to the cool morning air. Her nipples pebbled instantly, and he made a quiet, appreciative sound before closing his lips around one, sucking gently.
Enid's back arched, fingers threading through his messy black hair. He lavished attention on both breasts until she was squirming, thighs pressing together to ease the ache between them.
"Toji, please," she breathed.
He lifted his head, eyes dark with tenderness. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart."
She flushed scarlet but held his gaze. "Want you inside me again. Want to feel you when the sun's up too."
Toji kissed her once, twice, then helped her shimmy out of her flannel shorts and panties. He pushed his own sweats down just enough to free himself, cock flushed and curving up toward his stomach, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
He settled between her thighs, nudging them wider with his knees. The head of his cock brushed through her folds—she was already slick, ready for him—and they both sighed at the contact.
"Look at me," he whispered.
Enid did, wide-eyed and trusting, as he started to push in. Morning made everything feel slower, softer. He slid into her inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of the stretch, the perfect drag, until he was seated fully and they were pressed together from hips to chest.
For a long moment they just breathed, foreheads touching, hearts racing in tandem.
Then Toji started to move—gentle, rolling thrusts that rocked her into the mattress. The bed creaked softly, a quiet counterpoint to their hushed gasps and the wet sounds of their joining. Sunlight warmed their skin; the little trains on her rumpled shirt danced with every slow push.
Enid wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him messily, legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper. He groaned into her mouth, pace never faltering, just steady and deep and perfect.
She felt herself winding tighter and tighter, the pleasure coiling low in her belly. Toji slipped a hand between them, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tender circles. That was all it took—Enid came with a soft cry muffled against his shoulder, pussy fluttering around him, milking him gently.
Toji followed seconds later, burying his face in her neck and spilling inside her with a shuddering sigh. He stayed deep, pulsing, filling her with warmth as the morning light painted them gold.
They lay like that for ages, breathing slowing, bodies still joined. Eventually he lifted his head and kissed the tip of her nose.
"Love waking up to you," he whispered.
Enid smiled, sleepy and sated, and tugged him down for another kiss. "Love waking up with you inside me," she admitted shyly.
Toji chuckled softly and said "Your such a naughty girl"
the sound vibrating through both of them. He rolled them again so she was on top, still connected, blanket pulled up around her shoulders. His hands slid down to cup her ass through the bunched-up shorts hanging off one ankle.
"One more thing," he murmured, voice playful now. He gently turned her onto her tummy, still inside her, and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. Then lower, following the line of her spine until he reached the swell of her ass.
The ass he's enjoying (img)
Enid squeaked when she felt his lips brush one cheek, then the softest graze of teeth—a loving, gentle bite that made her giggle and clench around him. He soothed the spot with his tongue, then nipped the other side just as tenderly.
"Marked by morning kisses and tiny love bites, Enid melted into the sheets, humming happily.
Outside, birds started to sing. Inside, Toji gathered her close again, still buried deep, and whispered against her ear, "Let's stay like this a little longer. Just us and the sunshine and your adorable train jammies."
Enid smiled into his neck, legs tangling tighter.
"As long as you want," she whispered back.
And the morning stretched on, slow and golden and theirs alone.