“Good morning sleepy head”,

You say with a coffee in hand. I smile my approval because waking up to the soft tone of your voice and the sweet smell of coffee makes for a perfect start to the day.
You climb in beside me and the warmth from beneath the covers hits you like hot air from an open oven door and invites you in.
I murmur sounds of contentment as I feel your skin on mine and I’m more comfortable now than I was a few moments ago when I had the bed to myself.
Your eyes are soft like your voice and they speak to me, they tell me that while you are here with me everything is okay. I believe you too.

Your mouth is on mine, I can taste the coffee you’ve been drinking and it makes me want to drink my coffee but I want you more.

“Drink your coffee before it gets cold”

You tell me as you pull away from my lips, reading my mind. I make a mental note of your thoughtfulness.

I drink my coffee whilst you stroke the length of my smooth back, I wonder whether you realise what you’re doing to me with such a loving gesture, then I consider that loving gestures are supposed to be arousing so you must know in the most fundamental and almost forgotten by me way that you’re seducing me without games, without a twist.
I feel non-artificial juices seeping from the depths of me, I feel my engorgement and I squeeze my legs together, the stimulation is instant and my apparent wetness a secret between my body and mind for now.
I sink back down into the pillow leaving my almost empty cup alone and look up at you with a grateful and adoring expression.
You slide down beneath the covers now and a whimper escapes my lips because I know exactly where you’re going and what you’ll discover.
I spread my legs for you instinctively giving you the undeniable scent of arousal. Your fingers find me before your mouth does and they part my soft lips revealing the pool of warm delicious juices waiting at my entrance. You gasp hot breaths that feel cool by comparison, onto me as your mouth follows the cue and meets me in the most intimate of ways.
I moan instantly as our lips meet and I feel your tongue delve inside me lapping at the taste you’re hungry for.
My legs fall wider as I abandon my pussy to your clever and eager mouth.
I know it won’t be long before I explode under you, I can’t help but tweak my own nipples as I feel something travelling from the centre of me on route to your mouth. Your tongue is reading me, it alternates between my desperate clit which is swollen so much it can’t be ignored and the place just inside me that keeps refilling itself with fresh juices you just can’t get enough of.
My legs begin to shake as my orgasm sweeps over me, and a deep moan that I am afraid of releasing wakes the neighbours from their Sunday morning bliss.
You respond by pushing your face further into me, making sure you spend me entirely before slowing to a standstill, leaving me breathless and throbbing gently.

The room is quiet now as you emerge from beneath the covers with a smile on your face.

“Wow”, you say and I’d say the same too if only I could speak.

You’re above me now, your face so close we can just smell the coffee on each other but cant focus properly, your cock is in me in one smooth motion and it touches places you’re tongue never reached causing me to cry out gratefully.
I’m soaking and as you thrust into me and you can feel the spasms of my recent orgasm grasping you, pulling you deeper.
My hips rise up, as yours grind down and we ride the waves of pure simple pleasure until they engulf us simultaneously and our juices are united in an explosion that could never be recreated.

We fall asleep together the way we’re supposed to, the sweat from our hot bodies sealing us whilst we sleep with small smiles that match.

I wake first and now it’s my turn to make the coffee I think as I climb gently from the bed so as not to wake you before the sweet smell of coffee accompanies me.

“It’s like a god damn fairytale”

I think to myself as I stir in a solitary sugar. Then I smile to myself because I didn’t just think it, I said it out loud and now I feel like I’m losing control of my senses.
I catch sight of my reflection in the microwave and realise what a mess I look.

“They always look great after fucking in the movies” I say out loud and then I raise my eyebrows and wonder if I’m still tipsy from last night.

“They never spill coffee on the floor in the movies”, I mock myself as I accidentally tilt one of the cups and tip a small amount onto the floor.
Finally I arrive with the coffee after cleaning up the mess I made and I find you snoring gently.

“He sleeps”

I whisper to my new imaginary friend or myself as I set the cups down and climb in behind you. I wrap my arms around you and kiss your back. It’s the nicest non-sexual way I can think of to get your attention.
It works well and you reach back and stroke the part of me that you come into contact with first. I murmur softly and wonder where all the words went, because I have nothing to say now that you’re awake.
Instead I just kiss you again, this time harder as if to do so will tell you just what you’re doing to me.

Now it’s my turn to slide beneath the covers and as I move closer to your already hard cock, I can smell myself on you, and the thought of tasting myself on you arouses me instantly.
I start gently and moan to indicate my pleasure at the first taste of us. I follow through by gently taking all of you to the back of my throat, just short of my tonsils, somehow I thinking gagging sounds from beneath the duvet might ruin this, I could be wrong though.
I feel you grow bigger in my mouth and it encourages me to suck harder, giving your cock a real mouth fuck. The slurping noises are okay I think as I continue to rise and fall on you, and your breaths become deeper and faster as your hands reach for my head afraid that I might stop before I finish.
My hands join the party and gently knead your balls then their texture makes me want to suck them too, so I do so for just a few moments before returning my attention to your length.
My mouth aches now but I won’t falter until I can feel your delicious cum coating the back of my throat and we’re even in my mind.
I increase the tempo now and my renewed enthusiasm brings a great reward. I can hear you losing control and the sound is egging me on, I take you to the back of my throat again, only this time I strive to take you where you don’t really belong, I try to swallow you and the effort I’m putting in is enough to gain the ultimate prize.
A tingling starts deep down in your balls and at record speed travels up your delighted cock like electricity. I moan around you as I get my first taste of you and I swallow it down greedily.

“Mm thank you”

I whisper softly when I’ve swallowed every drop and am resting my head on your sweaty thigh.

It’s too hot under here now and I emerge soon enough with my own hair sweaty and sticking to my face. Looking rather flushed and pleased with myself but in desperate need of a shower.
You attempt to remove strands of hair from my face before giving me one of those kisses, the special sort that contain a thousand unspoken words and answers to questions I haven’t asked you yet.

“Let me watch you come” you say to me and I’m surprised by the request though equally delighted.
I answer you by pulling down the covers and reaching for my need.
I close my eyes as my fingers delve inside for juices before re-emerging to caress my swollen avid clit.
I gasp because I imagine how you must be looking at me right now and the thought of it is driving me insane with lust.
I never performed like this for anyone before and apparently I quite like it, I think as I pull back the hood of my clit and use two hands on myself.

“That’s it, play and come for me baby” you tell me and don’t worry I plan on doing just that.
I lose myself now. The performance is no more as I only have one focus, release.

“That’s it” you encourage and I can hear the shakiness in your voice as my fingers move faster and faster until I’m pleasing myself for your viewing delight.

“Fuckkkkkkkk” is all I can say as juices erupt from me and I milk every sensation to the very last until it passes and my hand collapses onto me leaving me breathless.


“I need coffee”

I say regaining composure and reaching across you with a smile, but what I’m really thinking is “I need you.”