Morning Wood
How it’s glorious to touch you in the morning light
We lie together naked in my bed. My dips and valleys of my hips are hidden by a comforter. A velvet, incredibly soft blanket covers his body. I grabbed it for him from my living room. NY lamented that he didn’t need it and relented it was a good idea.
I drift in and out of sleep. His broad chest rises and falls with my head on it. I’m incredibly comfortable and this never happens. I don’t fall asleep cuddling with a man until the morning light. When I decide to sleep my back is turned toward them. I slide my knees up. My body assumes a fetal position. There’s a usual predicament where I generally would kick them out of my bed so I can sleep.
My hand touches the velvet texture of the blanket. I’m still asleep and I find something hard, immovable greet my fingertips under the blanket. His erection hides underneath the cover. I grip it and my fingertips dance against the head of his dick. His morning wood feels like the most glorious thing ever. His dick raises to my inquisition of touch. I find myself waking up.
I keep stroking him through the blanket. The contrast of the unending softness mixed with his unrelenting hardness is incredible. My mouth waters at the idea of having this part of him in it. We are quiet in this moment with barely bated breath. It’s as if this is a spell that neither of us want to break. He lets out a little moan.
“What are you up to right now?”
His voice is laced with humor and desire. I rub my face against his chest. My eyes are still sealed shut with sleep. I tell myself to stop because we’ve been fucking non-stop and he needs his rest. My hand doesn’t listen to my request and keeps stroking him.
“I don’t know, I honestly was sleeping,” I say with a laugh.
I could keep rubbing him for hours. I love blow jobs but I always feel insufficient at hand jobs. The men in past relationships would criticize me constantly and I’d just give up on it. I could never stroke them correctly. I figured it was something that was never my kink.
He’s getting harder beneath the blanket. Every time my thumb strums against the head of his dick it rises to meet my touch. It reminds me of the fine finger play with an instrument. His erection responds to my touch and tune. It’s so fucking hot and I can hardly stand it. His breath comes out in controlled, sharp exhales.
I want him inside me. To break me open like an egg. Where he pushes past the restrictions of my incredibly tight pussy. It holds him at the entrance as if asking a question. Would you like to be consumed by my wanton, willing, wet pussy lips and never let go?
My eyes refuse to open as sleep seals them shut. I wonder how I can still be covered in its embrace and desire him so much. I grip his balls and rub the fabric against this area.
“This feels so incredible right now,” I admit.
I generally would have him inside my mouth right now. I’m inadvertantly teasing him and loving every second of it. His body responds to my touch. He holds his breath. NY plays opossum at the beginning. With each brush he gets harder each time.
“I think you might create a new kink with this.”
“Ugh, I think you’re right. But I have so many already,” I murmur.
My hand slides inside the cover. I want to feel the hard flesh within my palm. It finds his erection and I can’t help the grin on my lips. I grip his thigh with blunt fingernails. My other hand continues to stroke him on the outside. The velvet texture rubs against him. I trace circles around the head of his cock.
My eyes pry open. His blissfully close and I push the blanket down to expose his chest. There’s brief, chaste kisses I plant on his body. He smells like that manly, musky aroma of teakwood mixed with amber. I’m sure I smell like sex mixed with faded orange and champagne lotion. I put it on my skin specifically for him.
I shove the blanket to the side and it tumbles off the side of the bed. His dick sits in front of me like a task to be devoutly completed.
I kiss my way down his stomach. Our gazes meet. I pull my ponytail holder off my wrist. My hair is restrained and pulled back. I want him to see my face and the desire I feel right now. How my eyes will close in perfect bliss at engulfing him. I want him to have full view of me deep throating his entire length.
I kiss his dick and he groans. My tongue runs a beautiful trek up and down the sides. The next moment I fully force it down my throat. I use my whole body rocking back and forth. My eyes catch his and he lets out a hot, primal growl.
I detach my lips from this essential part of him. It’s hard for me to stop my devotion of servicing him. I want to let him know that I’m aware he’s watching me. I find it hot that he leans forward to see my face. That he enjoys watching my hot little mouth engorge itself on his girth and length.
“I normally don’t make eye contact. I get too… enthralled with sucking dick. But, I think you like it, don’t you, NY?” I ask him.
My tongue flicks at his girth. He groans and the glimmer in his brown depths tells me just wait. That he’s biding his time until he fucks me until I scream out mercy.
“Yes, I love you looking at me while you suck my cock. It’s so fucking hot.”
I have a minx-like grin on my bow shaped lips. I force his entire length down my throat. Our gazes never leave and he grabs a hold of my hair. His hands guide me steadily to go up and down his hard length. I devour his dick fully. I reach the base of it near his balls. I swallow with his dick still in my mouth and my gag reflex kicks up.
The groan that comes from his mouth makes me incredibly wet. It’s a sound of surprise mixed with this edge of suppressed ecstasy.
“There you go, choke on my dick,” he whispers hotly.
I don’t need to be told twice to do this. I first build up a hot wetness around the edges. Then, I force it as deeply as I can again. There’s this shoving of it down and I swallow. It hits the back of my throat. I fight my gag reflex and my stomach clenches with my battle. I’m moaning at my predicament. I think of his cum sliding down my throat and breathe in a gasp of air.
My face brushes against his balls briefly. I’m going as far as I can so that it causes me to push my limits. I stroke it while it keeps hitting my gag reflex over and over.
I disengage my mouth from his dick with a little gasp. My tongue licks at his balls. I suck them inside my mouth. He releases a guttural groan.
“That’s it, my turn,” he growls out.
NY flips me onto my back. He pushes my legs open and toward my ears. His tongue forces its way inside of my pussy and I moan. I’m not quite sure how he’ll punish me for my teasing. All I know is turnabout is always fair play when we fuck.
