Her throat was sore, so she asked me to fuck her throat gently, "Kind of like sucking on a cough drop, but hotter." I complied of course, I mean, who the hell wouldn't do what she asked?
She woke up far earlier than usual this morning with her voice hoarse with sleep, but it stayed like that until noon, when we'd usually roll out of bed. I woke up briefly to her tossing and turning around nine AM. She finally got up to use the bathroom and I could hear the creaky apartment floor squeak to show her walk to the living room and turn on the radio. I stayed in bed for another hour before getting up to see what had gotten her out of bed so early.
I wandered into the living room to see her sipping from a mug and filling out a suduko in the paper we'd grabbed the other night to check show times for this weekend. The makeup she wore to the party we went to last night was smudged but still on her face, blonde hair in a messy loose ponytail. I could tell she'd neglected to put in her contacts, by the way she squinted at the paper.
She stretched in her happy-cat manner while I watched; further smudging her makeup as she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes, then arching her back and yawning. She opened her arms to me, and I sat down beside her with my arms around her neck, teasing her by playing with her hair and lightly pulling on it. She moaned softly then suddenly pushed me away. My initial confusion dissolved as she turned her head to the side and started coughing like her throat was coated in sandpaper.
When she stopped a few seconds later, she turned to me with a pouty face. "I's getting sick, honey," and hugged me. I hugged her back and tried tugging her hair again in a continued attempt to turn sick into horny. She giggled at my obvious intent and bit my arm gently. She then pulled my hand from around her waist to her mouth, and started sucking on my fingers.
"Mmmmm, dis iss good pfor my troat," she lisped around my hand. "We don't have any popsicles anywhere in the back of the freezer do we?"
"I don't think s- mmmm..." I trailed off, unable to continue speaking when she started licking the fleshy bit between my thumb and pointer finger.
She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before responding rather
cheerfully, "Well, I suppose you'll just have to fuck my throat then."
My eyes shot open and I searched her face for a moment before deciding she was serious and that she'd probably been plotting this since she realized she was getting sick. I smiled as she kept her eyes locked with mine, then she put her tea down and tossed the paper onto a chair while she slid herself onto her knees on the floor in front of me.
"Ughh" she groaned, "I wanna stick my tongue in your mouth, but if I'm getting sick I don't want you to catch it too..." she said poutily while lightly stroking my calf.
My eyes rolled back, "Aww... okay."
"But you should stand up so I can get these damn boxers off you."
I stood up, my morning wood throbbing to nearly full attention and rising to come inches from her face as I helped her tug them down. I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep with my boxers still on, we'd been out pretty late last night, and we were both kinda' trashed by the time we got home. Her robe was on over her shoulders, but was belted loosely enough not to cover her very effectively. I pulled the fabric off her left shoulder until she was entirely exposed, kneeling on the cotton of her bathrobe as it pooled around her, only the belt still tied around her waist as the fabric fell away from her form.
