Good morning!
I woke up feeling as if I was wrapped in one too many blankets.
As I sighed with the realization that it was in fact just him cocooning me, I smiled, attempting to carefully turn myself to look at him.
It was a rare day when I woke up before him, and could not pass the opportunity to devour him with my eyes.
He was blessed with a lusciously beautiful head full of hair, slight waves catching the early morning light, making it shine. He had faint worry lines on his forehead and laugh lines by his eyes, adding splendidly to the specimen that he is.
The full pink lips, slightly parted as he breathed deeply in blissful slumber, his never-ending expanse of skin, forming his neck was waiting for me to mark it repeatedly, making me drool. The sight of his pulse was coercing me to reach out and touch.
As I barely restrained myself, my eyes roamed across his shoulders, finding the clusters of freckles dotting the skin. He had filled into his body over the years, and his physique portrayed as much.
The scarce scattering of hair on his chest and sternum was my undoing. I tentatively raised my left hand, leaving feather light touches wherever I could reach him.
His chiselled torso was beckoning me to mark it. I leaned in slightly, breathing in his scent, citrus, cinnamon, earthy and entirely masculine, just like him.
He stirred slightly, responding to the feel of my hand on his chest, flicking a nipple teasingly. Moving my hand further, I kept my eyes on his face, observing his reactions, I traced the muscles rippling across his abdomen, memorising their touch.
His eyes finally opened when I circled my finger around his belly-button, the depth of his eyes, momentarily distracting me from my wayward thoughts.
"I could get used to being woken up like this." He whispered huskily in ear, voice heavy with lust, promise and lack of use, my eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his breath on my skin.
"I haven't even done anything yet." I teased back, my voice sounding like his.
He simply smirked as he grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand to where he wanted it most, I captured his lips with mine, joining us in a sensual kiss.
I began stroking him languidly as he raised his hand to my hip, finding and exploiting my weak spot with the callousness of his fingers. We filled each others' mouths with our moans, kiss increasing in intensity and losing ourselves to the sensations.
He easily guided me onto my back, hands roaming all over my skin, tweaking and teasing everywhere, avoiding all the places I needed his touch the most. Entirely lost in the feeling of his hands all over me, I didn't notice when his mouth moved from mine and latched onto my neck. I gasped as he found my pulse point, settling himself in for a feast.
If I was coherent enough, I would have exclaimed how easily this man surprised me with the reactions he was invoking, and how these reactions occurred every time.
He shifted once more, coming to rest firmly between my legs, his arousal nesting perfectly in alignment with mine. As he removed himself from my neck, I whimpered at the loss of his touch. Looking in to his eyes, reflecting the same hunger that I'm sure my eyes held too, he lowered his head to capture my nipple.
I threw my head back, closing my eyes tight, releasing a silent scream, and thrusting my chest further into the warm cavern of his mouth, he chuckled around his mouthful, causing vibrations all over my body, making me groan in anticipation. As one nipple was licked, lavished and thoroughly stimulated with his mouth, the other was worshipped with his forefinger and thumb. The other hand was making its way down to my nether regions.
I was attempting to grab onto anything that I could, finally settling on pulling at his hair in a plea for him to do more.
"Please" I whimpered "I need more" More of what, I didn't know.
He chose this moment to switch breasts, and hands. Playing lightly with my pubic hair, ghosting his fingers over my clit, the sensations were becoming unbearable. I was soaking wet and he was taking his own time.
Trying to get the upper hand, I scratched his back, knowing that feeling aroused him to no end.
Growling against my breast, he plunged two fingers into my waiting channel. I gasped in pleasure as he immediately found my spot.
"I'm going make you lose control just by my fingers sweetheart, and you better make it quick. You're looking tempting right now; I want to be in you as soon as possible." His voice held restraint, promise and love.
He began moving his fingers in earnest, latching on to my needy clit with his teeth. My hands found his hair again, holding on tight, my hips taking on a mind of their own, undulating with every swipe of his tongue and plunge of his fingers. I came with an ear-piercing scream, unbelievably and embarrassingly fast. His smug grin swam into my vision as I came down from my high.
"My turn darling." Aligning himself with me, he teased my clit, circling around it, covering himself with my juices, putting just his head in me.
Incensed by his casual stance, I sat up abruptly, pushing him down.
Not wasting time, I situated myself between his legs, took his cock in my hand, and pumped him exactly three times, lowering my mouth to his swollen head. I leisurely licked my juices and pre-cum off him, before taking him in fully. Inch-by-inch I swallowed him, locking my eyes with his.
"Good god woman!" he shouted, grabbing onto my hair, keeping it out of the way and yet guiding my movements.
"I'm going to lose it real fast if you keep this up!" He warned.
I moved my other hand to tease his balls, feeling them tighten painfully, as his release came closer.
Hollowing out my cheeks on the upstroke, I gave him one final languid tease, popping him out of my mouth.
As soon as he could, he pulled me by my hair, high enough onto him so that he could kiss me senseless; I straddled his hips at the same time, enveloping him into my heat.
We moaned at the contact, relishing the moment.
He grabbed my hips, lifting me up. "Hold on to me baby, this is going to be rough and fast."
Holding on to his forearms for support, giving him my consent, he plunged into me.
Hips smacking hips. Skin slapping skin. It was the perfect angle for both of us. As my g-spot was repeatedly pounded, my control was losing its battle.
"I'm close…so close…. harder baby!" I encouraged between breaths.
He slipped one of his hands from my hip, to rub vigorously on my clit.
"Come for me darling. Come with me!" He whispered, his voice ringing in my ears, tipping me over the edge of the abyss.
As my muscles clamped down on him, he release quickly followed mine, shooting his seed into me, we shouted out each others' names.
Two final strokes and I collapsed onto his chest. Tired to the bone and unbelievably content.
"I could definitely get used to waking up like this love." He said lovingly, enveloping me into his arms, holding me close to his chest.