Sin Ch. 01

I woke up to a strange but familiar sensation. Looking down towards my feet, I found the lovely sight that I had expected: a tell-tale bobbing from under the blanket. My Valentine's Day present? I stopped wondering and laid my head back, enjoying the sensation of Cynthia's mouth sliding along my cock, the way her tongue twirled around the sides and against the head as she worked. While I had no doubt had morning wood to begin with, I was getting harder in her mouth quickly.

The subtle rising of my hips let her know that I was awake, and she snaked a hand up my body to pinch hard at one of my nipples. I moaned and slid the blanket down, uncovering her and making eye contact. Cynthia's lips curled at the edges around my hard member and she went down as far as she ever did. I am not small by any means, and while Cynthia enjoyed going down on me, she never exactly worked hard to take all of me in.

Still, I wasn't going to complain. My past girlfriends, few as they were, had balked at taking part in oral play whatsoever. As any man would, I gladly took what I would get in that department. I reached down and ran my hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head. She took this as a sign of encouragement, and began moving faster. I found myself tensing and moaning audibly before I knew what was going on.

As my moaning became more urgent, she removed her lips from me and started kissing up my body. Her hand quickly took the place of her lips, wrapping tightly and pumping along the full nine inches of my cock. Feeling Cynthia's naked body sliding up against mine, along with the work her hand was doing and her mouth had already done, brought me to the edge quickly. I leaned my head down and pressed my lips to hers, pressing hard and moaning into her mouth as I went over that edge.

Cum shooting in arcs landed along my stomach and chest, as well as her side and one breast. Her mouth tasted of me and mint -- she had brushed her teeth beforehand. I specifically remember that, even now. It's strange, the details that pop out when every other thought evacuates your mind through your penis. We had just cleaned the sheets the previous night.

As my mind came back to me, I felt Cynthia's kisses and bites along my neck. I smiled and looked down, running my hand through her hair again. Smiling at her, I said "Good morning dear." Kissing her again, I ran my hand slowly down her back, feeling her arch slightly as my fingertips ran over her soft skin.

She shivered and pulled away from me. "You're going to be late," she said. I glanced at my alarm clock and realized that she was right. She hadn't woken me up early, but had turned off my alarm and woken me up just a little later than usual. Unable to get frustrated, I got up and made a bee-line for the bathroom, making sure to slap her ass one good time on my way out.

I showered quickly and came back into the bedroom to dress. She was passed out again on my bed, and I briefly considered disregarding my classes for the day. I had been making that a bad habit recently though, primarily to spend time with Cynthia, and I had to break myself of that. So I dressed quickly, picking out a pair of jeans and a solid blue button-up. I moved back to the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Cynthia's cheek, then grabbed my things and quickly left the house, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt.

As I got into my car and started the relatively short drive to the college, my mind was already going over the plans for the day. Classes until two in the afternoon. Easily the most boring part of the day -- law school is mostly boring, unfortunately. Then a quick workout, and meeting back up with Cynthia. I had reservations at a small Italian restaurant in town and was looking forward to a nice night out with her. Then back to my place to exchange our real gifts, and hopefully an exciting night. I had some new things in mind for her, and all told it should have been a night to remember.

I couldn't have been more right.