I wake up and he already has his cock between my ass cheeks. His face rubs between my shoulder blades, scratchy stubble. His breath is hot, his hands soft as he reaches around to cradle my tits. Smells like morning sex…
I come awake slowly, sure I’m still dreaming, but no, he’s there, drowsy with the morning, but with the most beautiful, blissful look on his pretty face. His cock is, of course, very hard, and sandwiched between my ass cheeks. I shift, swing a leg up, and now it’s jutting up between my thighs. I squeeze my legs around it; stroke him with one fist as we share a good-morning kiss. His pre-come streaks my palm. My cock is already hard, aching. I want his mouth on it.
I roll to my back, offer him my naked body, and he feasts, starting with my nipples and ending with my balls. He sucks me with that sleepy intensity of someone almost sleepwalking. He’s sighing happily every few seconds. I put my hand into his hair, which is messy with bed-head. His mouth engulfs me. I arch up into him, get a finger pressing against my ass for my trouble.
He teases
He is asking for entry and then backing away, circling my asshole with his fingertip, pressing in, pulling away. I’m aching already, ready to take him, but he insists on teasing me. His other hand plays with my nipples, pulling and pinching them until they stand up straight, stiff, each one a point of excruciating pleasure.
My cock jerks and twitches in his mouth. He pulls away from it but gives me another pleasure… he pushes that finger into my ass as far as it’ll go. I respond to the probing with eager enthusiasm, moaning and raising my ass so he can get at it. Eventually, when the teasing is too much, I roll to my side, then my knees, offering him my ass, raising it up to him.
My face is scrunched into the pillow. I have one hand down and am stroking my cock while he fingers me. His tongue makes its presence known, sliding alongside his finger, teasing me. He licks my balls, the space behind them, teases me expertly.
Teasing continues
I feel a flood of relief when he brings the lube out. Then I know he is going to fuck me. Or is he? Damn him, he pushes two fingers in, pours the slick lube all down my ass-crack, but doesn’t go further, just pistons those fingers in my ass, deep, until his knuckles are pressed behind my balls and his fingers are rubbing against my prostate. Christ, I’m moaning, unable to even beg him to fuck me. I’d love to have morning sex but this feels so good I don’t want him to stop!
A third finger and I gasp. It’s tight now, almost painful, but he adds more of the lube, and it just feels intense. I’m still jerking off. Extra lube is dripping down my balls, gets onto my hand. Everything is slipperier.
When he finally mounts up behind me, I am already close. My ass clenches with pleasure so I have to stop playing with myself for a minute while he gets it into me. The head slips in, a rude intrusion, and then he’s sliding in balls-deep, a slow, lewd slide that buries him all the way inside me. I grunt, shoving back.
He fucks me
The morning sun streaks both of us, it’s going to be a beautiful day. It’s already perfect, with him inside me and me pushing back on his marvelous, perfect cock, jerking myself into a desperate orgasm so powerful it almost hurts. I gush all over the sheets, messily, but I don’t care.
Even when he rolls me to my back in the wet spot, his shoots come all over me in a sunlit shower of jizz, I don’t mind. I’m covered with him in our warm and comfortable bed, and it seems like the day is just getting started. I love morning sex.
It’s going to be a beautiful day, indeed.
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