How I Might Wake You...

The gestalt of the morning light, which has just begun its ruthless invasion of our nest, and the memories of the night before forbid any return to sleep -- our long dinner; the walk on the promenade, your lips on mine for an eternity; the heat building in us slowly until we were gasping and pressing against one another; my lips on the soft skin of your throat; your bare, quivering breasts against my chest; your soft, sensitive nipples in my mouth; my head nestled, lips and tongue moving slowly in the fragrant heat of your trembling, open thighs; the incredible, wet warmth of your flesh around my own as I finally pressed your fragrant, hot, slippery slit open with the soft head of my cock and gently thrust the eager length of my rigid, bucking flesh into the welcoming, slick, clenching heat of your pussy as you gasped, and moaned, and held me tight; and the moment of pure contentment as my seed leaped from my flesh to set itself inside you -- these things conspire to raise my flesh painfully anew and turn my mind from sleep to more ambitious enterprises.

I quietly roll to my left and watch you sleep -- arms over your head, long slow breaths, and the rise and fall of your breasts under the top sheet, lips barely apart, hair strewn across the pillow, completely at peace. After a moment a ray of light from the eastward facing window behind me finds your eye and you stir gently, turning your head away from the unwelcome reminder that the night must end. The swell of your breast presses rhythmically upward against the linen, and your lightly wrinkled aureole peeks from behind the hem. I remember the soft gasp as I took it between my lips just a few short hours ago, and my cock stirs and swells in reply to the memory.

I laugh quietly to myself as I realize how I'm going to wake you.

I reach over slowly and quietly with my right hand and gently take the hem of the sheet between your armpit and your breast with my fingertips. Ever so slowly lifting it up so as not to wake you, I fold it down below your breast to reveal the soft skin of your aureole and your tender nipple. Laying the sheet on your tummy, I withdraw my hand. Bracing myself against the mattress with both hands, I quietly, slowly shift myself until I'm kneeling beside you and partially over your sleeping form, taking care not to brush your hip with my precum-dripping, twitching cock. And ever so slowly, I lower my open lips towards the soft tip of your nipple.

I can feel the warmth of your breast on my lips when I stop, a heartbeat away from taking your aureole into my mouth. But instead of tasting you, I inhale softly and deeply, hold the air in my lungs for a moment to warm it, lower my lips yet farther until they almost brush the soft dimples of your aureole, then I exhale so slowly, sending a long wash of warm heat down onto your breast as I lift my right hand from the mattress at my side and lower it to your thighs until I can feel the radiant warmth of your tummy on my palm.

You stir at once, inhaling deeply as you feel the warmth of my breath on your breast. Your left arm, above your head, twitches gently. Your fingers clench into a soft fist and you gasp softly, not knowing the source of your pleasure but enjoying it nonetheless as you wake. You inhale deeply, once, as the wash of hot air raises your nipple near my tongue, and I watch, grinning as I resist the temptation to hurry, as your toes curl and the muscles in your calves ripple under the sheets. I decide you're awake enough for what remains, and I begin lowering my lips and the hand above your thighs at the same time.

The wet heat of my mouth softly surrounds the sensitive skin of your aureole and nipple. You gasp in shock and your right hand flies down from above your head, blocked from reaching your breast by my left arm planted firmly on the bed. My tongue gently flicks your nipple, once, twice, and you gasp again, pressing your hips up from the mattress as the wet heat of it ripples through your tummy and thighs. And at that moment my hand presses softly into the supple flesh between your bellybutton and your pussy, pressing you down softly onto the bed as my mouth and tongue draw soft circles on your breast, flicking and softly suckling. You writhe for a moment, right hand seeking a path to your breast, left hand settling on mine on your pubis and gently prying in surprise, in spite of the pleasure, but you only protest for a moment, until you realize whose mouth is on your breast, and whose hand is on your tummy, and then you relax. Your right hand strays from my left elbow, stops seeking a path to your breast, and slowly, as I kiss your breast and my hand slides down your pubis to your fragrant, glistening slit, your fingers find my cock and begin to stroke its rock-hard shaft with purpose. I raise my lips from their task and find your eyes opening, a broad smile on your face as you greet the morning in the best possible way, cock in hand, lips on your breast, fingers softly caressing the skin of your thighs. I open my mouth to whisper a good morning, the laughter already rising in my chest. I look deep into your eyes and growl softly as the tip of my finger slides down onto your clit and touches it softly once as you tremble.

"How about some coffee?" I kiss you softly once as you register surprise, and slide off the bed before you can protest. I hear you gasp in disbelief. Then the pillow hits the back of my head as I cross the foot of the bed.

I finally let the laughter escape as the second pillow scores a solid strike on my ass.