Connie’s perspective:

Philly was still sound asleep as I came out of the most restful and contented night of sleep I'd had in a very long time. I was still snuggled tightly against his body, with my head resting on his chest. I didn't move a muscle, not wanting to wake him before he was ready.

As I lay there, his warm body felt so good, touching mine. His arm that had held me tightly to him as we fell asleep last night now rested on the satin bedsheets just behind me. I looked up at his face. He looked so peaceful, sleeping next to me.

In my mind, I began reviewing the night of passion we had shared. Philly had made love to me as no man had ever before. His tender, gentle lovemaking was something I'd never experienced. And when I had encouraged him to be somewhat rougher with my body, he responded with passion and lust for me. Thinking back, I knew that was a little out of character for Philly, but he still found a way to accept my encouragement and provide me with the sexual fulfillment I so desired. I hoped Philly wouldn't be turned off by my desire for occasional somewhat rough sex.

I wanted so much for our newly discovered romance not to ruin our friendship. As I lay there with my new lover, I felt my passion and lust begin to build. I wanted him again first thing this morning. I wondered if he would find it exciting to be brought out of his deep, restful sleep by my mouth. The thought of having his cock swell in my mouth while he slept turned me on.

I rationalized that no man in his right mind wouldn't love being brought out of such a deep, restful sleep by having his cock sucked. I decided to go for it. Slowly, I lifted my head from his chest. Philly didn't stir. I carefully slid down the bed, removing the comforter from his body. He was still sound asleep as I uncovered his hips. His cock lay limp against his abdomen. Moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue, I slowly lowered my mouth toward his cock.

I began my oral alarm clock with a slow sensuous lick from the base of his cock up along the shaft to the head. I kept my eyes on his face, watching for a sign that he was coming out of his deep slumber. My lips quivered as I slid them down the length of his still-limp dick. Having sexual contact with my sleeping lover made my juices flow, and I could feel my pussy begin to moisten.

I licked again up the length of his shaft, parting my lips as I reached its head. Sliding my upper lip over the tip, I used my mouth to pick his cock up from its resting place. The head slipped between my lips and into my mouth. The only contact between Philly and me was my lips and warm mouth around his cock. I felt it react to my warm mouth, and I could see his eyeballs move slightly behind closed lids.

Holding his cock in my mouth, I slowly moved my head down, taking more of it inside. It continued to grow, and I thought I heard him mumble something. His eye movement became more pronounced. I realized my oral wake-up call had brought him out of his deep sleep but that he was dreaming as I continued. I slid one hand up and took his stiffening shaft in that hand. I licked at the head and circled the corona with the tip of my tongue. A quiet moan escaped Philly's throat. His cock continued to swell and was now to a point where I could slide it deeper into my mouth without fear of bending it as I did.

My lips closed around the gland, and as the corona slid past my lips, Philly moaned again. Deeper this time and with more volume. I kept my eyes glued to his face, watching for any sign that he was awakening. As I took more of him inside my mouth, his eyelids moved and slowly opened. I had accomplished my goal. My lover was awakened, and his instant smile told me he loved my oral wake-up call.

“Morning, lover,” he spoke. “I thought I was having an incredible dream, but I see it was no dream.”

I smiled at him with my eyes and continued what I had started. Knowing he was awake encouraged me to become more aggressive with my mouth and tongue. I grasped his now fully erect cock and licked every inch of the shaft. I again circled the corona and glands with my tongue. Lifting my mouth from the tip, I let a string of saliva stretch between his manhood and my tongue. As it broke, I opened my lips wide and lowered my mouth around his cock; as it entered my soft wet mouth, his eyes widened.

“Oh jeez, that feels so fucking good,” he said. “I love the way you suck my cock.”

Philly's cock is a perfect size. It's long enough to tickle my throat, but it doesn't have the girth that I find uncomfortable inside my mouth. Withdrawing him from my mouth, I said, “Good Morning, Philly; hope you don’t mind if I start breakfast before you wake up?”

He smiled and giggled before saying, “Have all you want; I’m all yours this morning.”

I happily continued my good morning blow job. Again, I licked around the gland and corona, paying particular attention to the connecting tissue of his frenulum before licking the length of his shaft and onto his scrotum. Taking one ball between my lips, I sucked gently on it.

Philly groaned before saying, "Oh god, that feels so good; please don’t stop!” I had no plan of stopping, at least not before his cock exploded inside my mouth.

I ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock shaft, tickling his urethra until I reached the tip again. I parted my lips and exhaled deeply over the head of his erect twitching cock.

“I want this in my throat,” I said as I licked at the head.

Very slowly, I lowered my wide-open mouth over the head and down along the shaft.  As it touched the back of my throat, I relaxed my muscles and pressed it deeper.

Philly moaned profoundly and said, "Oh my god, take all of it; swallow me."

His words encouraged me to swallow more of his cock. I could feel my throat bulge as the head of his rock-hard erection pressed deeper and deeper into my throat.

"Yes, that's it, take it deep in your throat,” he exclaimed.

I brought it back up and let the head slip from my oral grasp before I said, “Do you like it when I deep-throat it?” Knowing the answer to my question.

Philly responded, “That feels so good, do it again, please!"

Again I deep-throated his rock-hard cock. My lips pressed against the base of his shaft, my nose pressed against his curly patch of pubic hair, and my throat surrounded his throbbing cock.

Withdrawing him once again, I asked, “You want more?”

His instant response was, "Fuck yes, I want more; suck it, fuck it with your throat!”

I started doing just what he asked, fucking him with my wet mouth and hot throat. Over and over again, I impaled my oral cavity on his rock-hard cock. His hips started lifting from the bed to meet my mouth as I descended on him.

Philly moaned deeply again as I took both of his balls in one hand and squeezed them lightly. I wanted his hot cum, and I wanted the flood of his first orgasm of the day deep in my mouth and throat.

He groaned as my tongue licked over the head and down the shaft to his balls. Each time I withdrew his cock from my mouth, I stroked it slowly with my hand. He was soaked with my salvia, which made it easier for me to take him deep inside.

Before I buried it deep in my throat again, I said, "Cum for me. Shoot your sweet thick cum in my mouth!”

My plea for him to cum in my mouth made his cock swell even more; it slid once again down my throat. I took him, all of him.

He screamed, "God damn, Connie." His hand came to the back of my head.

I relaxed my throat muscles again, knowing what he was about to do. As the pressure of his hand forced him deep inside my throat, I moaned deeply.

He gathered up a hand full of my hair and pulled my mouth off his cock only to push me down around the entire length of his swollen pulsating cock shaft.

He said, "Fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum!" as he pulled my mouth off his cock once again.

I said, "Oh god, yes, cum in my mouth, ba." His cock muffled the final word as he forced it deep inside my mouth again. I wanted to taste his cum; I wanted to swallow every drop his balls could provide. I wanted him to use my throat.

He screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhh," as his orgasm began and the first hot thick stream of his cum shot from the tip of his cock. It flooded my throat, and I swallowed it instantly. I Lifted my mouth a little; the next shot filled my mouth. I held it there as I lifted again to let him coat my lips with his man juice. It tasted incredible. Hot, thick, sticky, and very salty.

Philly groaned deeply as my mouth, tongue, and lips continued to please him and extend his orgasm.

He produced more cum than I thought possible, and I licked and sucked at his cock, smearing it all over my lips and cheeks. I love the feel of his cum on me. I love how his cock twitches as he cums and how his hips spasm during the climax.

Philly moaned over and over again as his orgasm slowly began to subside. His hips twitched every time my lips touched his cock.

“I want every drop of your hot cum load,” I said as I squeezed his cock, stroking upward to collect the cum that coated his shaft and the final few drops I could elicit from his urethra. Licking all of it from the head, I moaned deeply as I took the head inside my cum coated hot mouth again.

As Philly started to regain control of his senses, he said, "What an incredible blow job."

I responded, “I love sucking cock. I think I'm a pretty good cock sucker."

"Pretty good is putting it mildly," he replied. "You give absolutely incredible head, Connie. I can't believe how deep you're able to take it."

“Years of practice and lots of bananas," I said, smiling as I licked his cum from my fingers.

I continued, “And I love the taste of your cum; I could drink that cocktail every night.”

I slid my hands up his chest and dug my nails into the flesh. He cooed lustfully, and his body shuddered when my nails reached his stomach and abdomen. He grabbed my hands and pulled them back up.

As he said, "Come up here and give me a good morning kiss," I slid up his body, letting my nipples rub against his skin. Philly moaned as my soft, full breasts slid along his chest; our mouths met, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue searching for mine.

He licked at my face, tasting his juice as he said, "Hmm, it tastes so good on your lips.”

Unlike most other men I'd given my throat to, Philly amazed me by tasting his cum from my lips and face. I kissed his lips, my tongue darted into his mouth, and he gladly accepted it, sucking what remaining cum he could from it.

His hands were in constant motion, touching me, caressing me, teasing me. I shivered under his soft, gentle caresses.

Philly smiled at me when he noticed the goosebumps on my arms and used the tips of his fingers to trace sensually up the back of my arms. My whole body shuddered uncontrollably, and my nerve endings tingled under his sensual touch.

Our mouths met again; his kisses always start very tenderly. Lips barely touching, tongues only darting toward one another. His soft hands run along my jaw on either side until he reaches my hair.

"I love touching you, Connie. I love running my fingers through your hair,” he said, then added, “I’ve thought about doing that since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”  

I feel like a china doll in his hands; his touches are gentle, calming, and sensual. Philly handles me like he is worried that I may break. So many men I've been with grope at my body, squeezing hard, pinching, but Philly was introducing me to another kind of lovemaking. I quickly became accustomed to a soft, sensual variety and, to be honest, enjoyed it very much.  

I didn't want to move from him, but since I woke him, I offered, "Would you like me to make some coffee?"

His reply made me feel so good, so wanted, so needed.

Philly said, "Connie, right now, I only want you right here with me."  He continued, "Lay down and let me give you a massage."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; he wanted to give me a massage. I thought only women gave their lovers massages. I gladly accepted, knowing his soft hands would be all over my body.

I lay down on my stomach and folded my arms under my chin. Turning my head toward him, I said, "If you'd like some oil, there's a bottle in the nightstand drawer."

Philly knelt beside me and pulled the small drawer open to retrieve the small bottle of lavender-scented oil. He smiled at me as he opened the lid and lifted the bottle to his nose.

“This smells divine,” Philly commented. He squeezed a puddle into the palm of his hand and rubbed his hands together to warm the oil.

I reached around and pulled my hair to one side as his hands touched me. He started at the small of my back with his thumbs resting on my spine. Slowly, he slid his hands upward, spreading the oil along the length of my spine to the base of my neck.  His hands moved to the outside edges of my back and slid down, applying oil to my skin skillfully.

I moaned a little and said, “That feels so good.”

Philly giggled and replied, "I haven't even started yet."

Philly's hands moved back to the base of my spine, and slowly, he began moving them upward, pressing his thumbs firmly against my vertebrae and making small circles out from my spine. Only his thumbs were working. The rest of his fingers just slid along as he slowly worked up my spine.

I moaned deeper as the muscles started to relax, and he approached the top of my spine. Once there, his fingers slid over my shoulders, and his thumbs circled onto my neck muscles.

"Hmmmmmmmm," I said as his thumbs worked their magic on my neck muscles.

Philly didn’t say a word. His hands did all the talking as he began sliding them down again further out from my spine. His fingers and palms joined his thumbs. And I sighed as the oil warmed my skin under his skillful hands and fingers.

“That feels incredible,” I said.

Philly leaned forward and said, "Shhhhhh." He wanted me to be still and silent as he worked my muscles. He knew anatomy because his massage followed the length of each muscle rather than across its fiber. I could feel every inch of my back muscles relax as his fingers soothed their fibers.

After working several times up and down my back, he continued down onto my ass and hips. His circular motion there soothed the muscles and brought a tingling and moist feeling between my thighs. I wondered to myself how much more of this I would be able to enjoy before I had to have him inside me.

Slowly, he continued down, working his magic on the back of my legs. One hand on each thigh, and both were working in perfect harmony.  My legs relaxed, and even though Philly had me silent earlier, I again moaned as his hands worked over my thighs. I love his touch firm, strong hands that gently work on my body. As he continued down to my calves, I became increasingly in tune with his movements, expecting the circle motion first and then the long, deep strokes of his fingers and palms along the length of my muscles. My legs felt like taffy in his hands, taffy to be stretched and pulled, then compressed again.

He slid further down and lifted one foot to concentrate both thumbs in a circular pattern along the soles of my foot.

I resisted pulling it away but said, "Ooooh, Philly, my feet are so sensitive."  

My encouragement only made Philly massage deeper into the bottom of my foot. As his fingers slid onto my toes, I giggled and said, "I'm very ticklish there."

Philly again shushed me and whispered, "Almost done with this side, Connie."

This side? I wasn’t sure I could endure this incredible massage on the other side. But Philly kissed the sole of my foot and said, “Turn over.”

As I turned, he slid off the bed and walked over to push the ottoman to the side of the bed.

He stood between the bed and the ottoman and said, “Give me your head.” I slid up toward him as he sat down.

His hands cupped my head, and he used his thumbs to massage my facial muscles slowly. Moving them from the middle of my forehead out toward my temples. It felt incredible; I instantly relaxed and let him work his thumb magic on every inch of my face. His soothing technique turned me into putty. My neck muscles relaxed, and his hands held my head firmly as he massaged my eyebrows, my cheek muscles, and both my upper and lower lips.

I finally had to speak, "God, this is incredible; you could put me to sleep, massaging my face this way."

His eyes looked down at me, and he smiled before saying, "Relax, baby, let yourself drift along with my hands."

He worked over my face for the better part of ten minutes. As I relaxed, his fingers soothed my neck, and I felt like one of those bobble dolls I’ve seen in the back of some cars.

Just as I felt like I could fall asleep under his gentle facial massage, he slid his hands further down under my shoulders, holding my head up with his forearms. He lifted my shoulders slightly off the bed and slid me back onto it so my head again rested on the satin sheet.

Standing up, he slowly walked around to my feet again. As he walked around the bottom of my bed, his eyes took in my body. He smiled as he stopped at my feet and said, "Absolutely incredible. You are so sexy, so sensual, so beautiful."

I cooed at his compliment and smiled before saying, "I love the way you talk to me; I love the way your words make me feel; please never stop telling me how much you want me.”

I looked down the length of my naked body and into his eyes. The look of lust was there. I wanted him. He wanted me. We spoke in unison, "I want you."

Our bodies had joined earlier this night, and now I had a fantastic feeling that our minds and hearts were coming together also. That knowledge gave me a warm feeling in my chest I'd never felt before, and I loved it.

Most men I'd been with before would have said, "I want to fuck you, Connie." Philly continued to show me how romantic he was, saying, "Make love with me, Connie, sweet passionate love."

I lifted my arms toward him and replied, "Oh yes, let's make love together."

He slowly crawled up between my legs as I spread my thighs to offer myself to him. His body slid over mine as he moved toward my parting lips. Philly began lowering his mouth to mine, then stopped. Our eyes glued to one another, his staring deep into mine as my eyes searched his.

His lips inched their way toward mine until they were barely touching. His lips parted, and his tongue slipped between them. Gently, slowly, his tongue massaged my lips. I moaned deeply as the passion of our kiss warmed my soul. My tongue met his, and they circled one another, sliding further and further down until our lips met. Philly gave into his lust and pressed his mouth harder on mine. This kiss, this glorious kiss, ignited a fire in our loins.

I felt his cock swell along my belly, and his body weight began to press harder down on me. His chest touched my breasts, and I moved my shoulders side to side, rubbing my erect nipples through the curls of hair on his chest.

I wanted him inside me. I wanted his rock-hard cock to fill me. I lifted my thighs and spread my pussy wide open. Philly moaned deeply and lifted his hips, positioning himself just at the entrance to my steamy soaking-wet pussy. He pressed forward. I reached up and grabbed his ass, trying my best to force him inside. But Philly had other ideas.

He moaned and said, “Slowly.”

His rock-hard prick pressed against the lips of my pussy. I released my grasp on his ass and slid my hands between our hips, spreading my pussy lips apart. Ever so slowly, Philly pressed his cock inside. First, just the tip, then the bulging head.

"God, it feels so good when you first enter me!" I exclaimed. "Give me more. I want to feel your cock buried inside me." I begged.

Inch by an incredible inch, his cock slid into my soaking wet pussy. I moaned deeper and louder with each inch. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his entire length was engulfed in my searing hot cunt.

Philly groaned as his mouth again met mine for still another passionate, soul-searching kiss. As his tongue pressed deeper into my mouth, he pressed his hips hard against mine. He flexed his muscles, and his cock twitched inside me, rubbing against my G-spot.

I squealed with delight as the head massaged that most sensitive spot.

“Oh god, that feels incredible, fuck me slowly," I whispered as his lips kissed my cheek and along my jaw.

As slowly, maybe even slower, as he had entered me, he began to withdraw until just the tip of his erection was resting inside me. Philly lifted his body from mine and looked down between us at his cock glistening with juices my pussy had bathed him in.

He pressed downward with his hips and buried himself inside again; another twitch and the head rubbed my G-spot again, eliciting a deep, throaty groan from my throat.

I squeezed my muscles to grasp at it as it twitched a second and then a third time. I slid my hands along his back and into his hair, pulling his mouth to mine again. We were making love, not having sex, not fucking, instead making sweet passionate love, and I relished every second of it.

Every nerve ending in my body tingled, and chills ran up my spine as we continued our slow-motion lovemaking.

Philly looked deeply into my eyes as he asked, "Do you like making slow-motion love?"

I could only respond, "Oh god, yes, it feels so good!"

I felt as if I had entered some sensual dream state as we made love. Our bodies melted into one another. We became one in passion. His cock moved with slow, deliberate strokes from just inside the entrance of my cunt to the very depth of it. It swelled tight around his cock, juices bathed us both, and I could feel them running out of me and down over my ass.

I wanted him to fuck me slowly until I came.

"Yes, baby, give me a slow-motion orgasm," I begged him.

The rhythm of our lovemaking never changed. Philly has incredible control; most men I'd fucked before would have abandoned any chance of continuing at this incredible sensual pace and would have been slamming into me long before. But Philly just kept stroking into me at a plodding pace. My cunt tingled with each stroke he made, and I slowly began to feel the tingling spread throughout my body.

"Oh god, keep going. I'm starting to cum," I whispered.

My orgasm started as tiny waves of pleasure spread out from my loins like ripples in a still pond after a stone was tossed into it. As each wave spread, a larger one began at the core of my womanhood.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming in slow motion,” I said.

His mouth met mine, and he kissed me deeply, passionately, searching the depth of my mouth with his tongue as he kept his pace precisely the same.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck!" I exclaimed as my orgasm built to a fever pitch.

I have never experienced such an intense and long-lasting orgasm. I came for an eternity. My cunt flooded with juices bathing us both with my sweet nectar.

I begged him, "Please, cum for me! Cum inside me!"

Just as I begged him to cum for me, his muscles tensed, his throbbing cock swelled, and he began cumming.

"Oh, god, yes," He whispered as his cock shot its first load of hot sticky cum deep inside my sopping wet twitching cunt. Philly somehow kept the same slow pace even as his cock spewed wad after wad of cum inside me.

Again, he said, “Oh god, YES!”

I begged him, "Yes, fill me, flood my hot cunt with your cum.”

My pussy flooded with his juice, and I could feel it running from me and coating my ass before it soaked into the bedding.  His body twitched, as did his cock inside me.

As our mutual slow-motion orgasm subsided, I pulled him down onto me, holding him tightly and running my fingers along the length of his back. My nails scraped at his skin. He moaned deeply as his softening cock slid from my flooded pussy.

Sliding off my body to one side, his cock trailed the mixture of our love juices across my thigh. I kissed him, and he responded, kissing me softly and very gently on the mouth.

Looking into his eyes, I said, "That was incredible; I’ve never experienced such an incredible orgasm before.”

Philly only smiled at me, knowing we had just shared something remarkable. He and I cuddled for the longest time that morning. Not wanting to break the bond we had formed, not wanting the glow of such an incredible sexual experience to fade. We talked again about our dreams for the future. I suppose after such an incredible night and morning of lovemaking. It came as no surprise that both Philly and I were now dreaming of where our new romance would lead. He seemed interested in how I got to where I was sexually.