A Delicious Wake-Me-Up

You love waking up next to her. That moment in the morning when your eyelids slowly creak open and you gaze into the nape of her neck, breathing in the warm, sweet scent that emanates from it. She hasn't woken up yet, you can tell this from the steady rise and fall of her side. You are curled up behind her, your body pressed against hers in a spooning position. Your arm is draped over her, your hand is trapped between her full breasts. You give one a squeeze. Her breathing does not change.

You bring your arm down, letting your fingers slide over her soft skin. You stroke her belly, knowing that this is the only time that she will let you do it, when she is blissfully sleeping. You draw your hand up to her side and let ir rest on the hollowed out indentation between her hip and waistline. It amazes you how her body is seemingly designed for your touch. The hollows, the slight bulges, the roundness. As if her flesh was a living sculpture, and your hands were the artistic guide.

You slide your hand forward, over her lower belly and down to the delicate mound between her thighs. Your middle finger gently probes, sinking into warmth and wetness. Her pussy always feels like a welcoming sauna in the morning, begging to be dipped into. You circle your finger inside of her, relishing the folds. She still has not yet registered your touch. You draw you finger out and bring it to your mouth, licking her nectar from it.

You nuzzle into her neck and start to place a series of kisses as soft as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. You massage her buttock and grab at its flesh. A small murmur escapes from her lips, but her breathing remains unaffected. You bring your hand back to her breasts and begin to gently twist her nipples, moving your hand back and forth between each of them. Her breath slightly hitches. She is beginning to awake. She grinds her ass back into you.

You lean forward and lick behind her ear. The skin is so tender, so smooth. It is yet another one of your favorite spots on her body. You can feel her starting to twist her body, attempt to roll onto her back. You plant a kiss on her shoulder before she is successful in her move. Her eyes are filled with sleepiness. She is not fully awake yet, but she is receptive. Her hand languidly reaches up and strokes your cheek. Her lips curl into a lopsided smile. She is struggling to keep her eyes propped open, and she is losing the battle. You lean forward and kiss them closed. She does not resist.

You look down on your sleeping beauty. Her breasts lay back on her chest, her areolas large and strikingly dark against her otherwise pale skin. Her nipples are springing to attention at the brisk temperature in the room. You lower your head and clamp your mouth onto one. You bring the skin between your lips with a suckling motion. She lets out a small hum of pleasure. You suck heartily at the nipple, flicking the tip of it with your tongue as you draw it in further. You let it go only to be able to move to the other one, giving it the same attention. Her breathing is becoming sharper. You look down and watch her legs begin to writhe.

You rise up and place a knee between hers, parting her legs. You drape your upper body over her torso, licking her breasts, her stomach, her sides. She brings a hand to the top of your head and gives you an insistent push. You begin your slow descent Your hands travel to the tops of her thighs, stroking them. Your fingers turn inward and massage the flesh. They move steadily up. Your fingertips brush against the crease between her legs. Your head is moving down, your kisses are finding their way to that spot on her body which is the most heavenly of them all.

You can smell the musk of her. It is a scent that you've fallen in love with, the scent that belongs to no one other than her. A signature mark. You kiss the top of her mound before lowering your head and parting her. You use your nose to push aside the curtains, and your tongue to go exploring. She tastes more sweet and tender in the morning than at any other time of the day. You slowly begin to work your tongue in and out, up and down, savoring that flavor.

She is lifting her pussy to your face, bringing her ass off of the mattress. You slide your hands under it and gladly welcome her attempts to suffocate you. You take a deep breath and dive back in between the folds of her, swiping your tongue up and down like a paintbrush. She lets out a low growl in her throat. You fuck her with your tongue for a few thrusts before returning to your painting. You can feel her thighs quivering on either side of your head.

It is almost too easy to make her cum in the mornings. She is without her normal feelings of self-consciousness. She is more open, more receptive, and her pussy allows her to enjoy your oral manipulation to its fullest extent. You have not been licking her hard clit for long before she is pounding the mattress with her fist and shouting, "FUCK!!!"

You hold on tight as the muscles within her begin to contract in rapid fire motion. Her hips buck up and down and her thighs clamp you steadfastly in place. You are glad that you took that deep breath. Her orgasms are hard and drawn out. You feel a gush of her fluids enter your mouth and you quickly drink them down.You reach up and place a hand on her lower belly, rubbing it in soft circles, relaxing her overflexed body.

She begins to come back down to Earth and allows your head to be freed from her death grip. Her breathing is at a panting pace now. You lay your head on her stomach, listen to her heart as it slows from an intense pounding to a slower rhythm. She caresses your head, listlessly toying with your hair. "Baby," she finally manages, "You're the fucking best."

You rise up and bring your body next to hers, kissing her shoulder. She rolls towards you and plants a deep smooch on you. She draws back, licking her lips and smiling slyly. "Nothing beats the taste of pussy in the morning," she says with a wink. You smile broadly back at her, lavishing the sight of her savoring her own zest. She catches you staring at her and reaches down, twisting your nipple hard.

"Oh, stop!" she chastises. "You know yours tastes far better than mine ever has."

She is dropping down between your legs now, glancing up at you one last time before she parts your lips and begins her own feasting. You put your arms behind your head and close your eyes. You have the best girl in the world.