Our Morning

Our Morning

My eyes open slowly with memories of the night before putting a smile on my face. I slip out of bed quietly so as not to wake you. I put on your t-shirt because of the chill in the room, and walk quickly to the bathroom.

I feel you slip out of bed. The rustle of the bedding, the changing temperature as my naked body is partially exposed to the cooler air of the room. Through half open eyes, I can see your toned legs as you pad quietly towards the bathroom. The way my t-shirt hangs over your tight, firm runner's ass is mesmerizing. I feel my body reacting impulsively of its own accord. The last image I have is of your curly locks before you quietly close the door. A slow, wicked smile creases my face as I await your return.

I come into the bedroom from the brief trip to the bathroom. I'm still only wearing your t-shirt and have messy, tousled hair. I notice two things right away. One, you are finally awake as you watch me walk into the room. Two, you are slowly stroking your morning wood. I instantly become inflamed at the sight of your deliberate stroking and know that you are intentionally teasing me.

Slowly and deliberately I slide my hand up and down the shaft of my cock. Knowing that I have startled you, wanting to entice you I loosely twist now over the head of my cock at the apex of my strokes. Watching the hunger build in your body being stoked by my teasing, I slowly pat the bed beckoning you to join me.

I climb up on the bed and crawl between your legs. As I draw nearer, you squeeze the thick head and a fat drop of precum oozes out. Looking into your eyes, I lean forward and slowly lick it off the head of your cock. I lower my mouth and engulf you as you begin to moan. A few deep sucks and your cock is nice and wet for me. I sit up and pull your shirt off my body while straddling you. I ease myself down over your throbbing cock as you nudge into my wet, warm folds. You sit up to suck my hard nipples into your mouth; lightly biting each.

The texture and taste of your nipples are intoxicating. As your wet, warm lips part, pressing down and enveloping my throbbing cock I groan audibly. Thrusting up with my hips, forcing my cock deeper into you met only with the briefest of friction as you lubricate me with your sweet juices.

You break contact with my nipples to finally wrap your arms around me and get your morning kiss. The whole time I'm languidly grinding against your cock while you slowly thrust.

We kiss hungrily like it's been years since our last kiss instead of only hours. I rub my clit as our combined movements intensify. Our kisses and thrusts become harder. One goal in mind now, our mutual pleasure as our lips chafe and our tongues search, we moan against each other as the end draws nearer. Backs arching as we pound into each other, fingers digging deep into each others flesh. With furious thrusts our orgasms explode, ragged through sloppy, wet passionate kissing that never breaks. As our orgasms subside, we collapse into a tangled singular mass of sated flesh.