Every morning, without a doubt, Cassie wakes him up with a kiss. The first few times, she'd hesitantly brush her lips across his cheek or peck his forehead. As time went on though, she grew more adventurous. She'd leave hickies on his neck, trace down his spine with her tongue before kissing the base.
And Dios Mio, it felt amazing. Absolutely, fucking amazing. Even when he woke up before her, she'd pretend as if his eyes were closed while he watched her place delicate butterfly kisses on each hip.
And this morning was no different. She woke up, rolled over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up to get dressed.
He went to go move and get ready for the day but her screech stopped him. "I've got a surprise for you," She said, pushing him back against the headboard and pushing both his eyelids closed. He sighed, listen to her quick movements around the room, the sound of the blinds shutting-
Her hands suddenly appeared on his hips, and worked his pajama pants off his legs. "Keep your eyes closed," She warned, and he groaned when she kissed the tip of his dick. God.
"Cass-" He started, but forced himself to bite back another noise when her mouth found its way around his length.
"Yeah?" She asked teasingly, and he could feel his heart rate increase. A finger stroked over the head and he let out a strangled whimper and her teeth found their way into his shoulder skin.
"What's this about?" He asked, and when he started to peek his eyes open, she slammed a hand over them.
"I'm just trying to make my totally hot husband feel amazing by giving him a good morning blowjob. Any complaints?"
Jaime meant to respond, but instead let out a noise that sounded vaguely like a whimper when Cassie suddenly deep throated him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair blindly, breath coming out raggedly. Her tongue worked up the side of his dick while she swallowed several times, trying to get used to the feeling. After a dozen or so seconds though, she released with a frustrated sigh, breath as heavy as his.
"Can I open my eyes now?" He asked, groping in the air for her. He wanted to kiss her.
There was a gritty silence. "Fine," She finally whispered, and when he blinked them open, Cassie was blushing dark pink.
She was wearing a very short skirt, a matching lace bra... and that was it. No panties, no shoes, nothing. He runs a hand up her thigh, and she tilts her head back, face etched with bliss. Very slowly, he circles her clit with the pad of his thumb.
"Jaime," she moaned, and he wishes he were cruel enough to drag this on because she's fucking gorgeous like that. Instead, he grab her by the hips, leaving an array of hickies across her collarbone and she's writhing and whimpering that he finally pushes into her.
He moves leisurely, because it's Saturday and he knows she likes it slow. She clenches around him twice, panting and arching her back and pleading with him to please please stop when he finally comes.
He tries to pull out but her legs wrap around his back, pushing him to stay there, and he can't stop himself as he rides out the orgasm with a few choice swear words and a groan.
"God, that was amazing," Cassie said, leaning forward to kiss him. Her skirt had ridden up completely to her hipbones, and her bra straps hung off her shoulders.
"Mmm, you're amazing," He said.