I didn't ask her to stop over because I wanted sex, but it was inevitable once we made that connection on Christmas morning. We awoke early - about 6.30am and I immediately acknowledged her unusual presence as I felt the warmth of her sleeping breath on my neck. I turned to face her and she continued to sleep. I kissed her lips and she stirred lightly. Not wanting to wake her, I pulled her towards me - her legs opening instinctively to allow our closeness. I pulled her into me, growing hard at the sensation of her warm belly and breasts against my naked chest. She wrapped her legs around me without really awakening at all - the instinctive nature of it belying her feelings for me.
I never intended it to be about sex, but my cock swelled anyway since the sensation of our skins touching was just too much to deny. I began to kiss her neck and shoulders gently, hoping, perhaps, to arouse her. It must have worked as she began to rock her hips lightly against my cock, causing it to swell even more. I pulled her towards me, kissing her lips now, her tongue finding mine, her breathing becoming increasingly deep as she awoke to the sensations.
She started to rock her hip gently until my cock was pushing at the tip of her wet pussy. Her arousal meant that my cock slipped easily inside of her. She continued to rock against my cock and I pushed back to meet each thrust, her clitoris rubbing against the base of my shaft with each movement. All the time my lips stayed on her neck and shoulders and the gentle kissing had grown to light biting as I moved closer and closer towards orgasm. She reciprocated by nibbling gently on my neck, only pausing to gasp, until, eventually she bit hard on my neck, her pussy pulsating - her own orgasm matching mine exactly.
We continued to rock together, kissing and holding each other tightly. A perfect start to Christmas morning.