The Best Part of Waing Up

I return to the bedroom and see you asleep in my bed in the early morning light. Your wild hair is flowing to one side. The comforter has been kicked to the floor long ago. The sheet is down just above your hips revealing the smooth skin of your back as it curves inward towards your waist. That thin layer of cotton teasing me with the outline of your ass and your legs with one leg pulled up like you are already prepared for me to bury my cock deep inside you. Your plump perfect lips open like you are already moaning from me licking the delicate folds of you pussy.

I stand there. Taking mental pictures. Savoring the moment. Feeling the rush of blood to my groin as my cock starts to swell. Absentmindedly stroking myself as images of our past fuckings run through my head mixing with the fantasies of fuckings to come.

The urges become too much. Looking is not enough. I need to smell you, taste you, feel you, twist you, squeeze you...I need to fuck you.

I approach quietly. Where will I start? Will I lick the small of your back? Maybe I should slide my hand up the back of your neck and grab a fistful of your hair and squeeze? No. Not this morning. This morning I crawl onto the bed between your legs. I plant my lips on your ass and kiss...then I bite. Enough to get your attention. Enough to cause just a little pain. I pull back carefully keeping the fabric of my boxers that you've worn to bed between my teeth so that I can let them snap back against your skin. Then I'm waiting. Will you be grumpy and tired making me wait for hours to get what I crave? When I see your ass start to rise in the air and I hear you breathe "oh my", THAT is when I know that this is going to be a good morning.

I start to peel down the sheet, trailing the fabric down your leg with my tongue. Stroking your skin gently with my hand, then squeezing the muscles in your leg. Dragging my fingertips, digging in so you can feel my closely trimmed nails scratching your skin. After I work my way down your left leg with agonizing patience I work my way back up your right leg just as slowly. I am intoxicated with the natural perfume of your skin, the taste, the way your flesh yields to my hand, the elegant curves of your body. I start to brush your leg with the stubble of my cheek. I make sure that my cock -- throbbing with desire to plunge inside you -- grazes your leg. It is not an accident. I want you to feel what you do to me. Your moans tell me you do.

Now I am behind you. My muscular chest pressed into your back. You are writhing against me. Pressing your ass into my cock as my hands roam you throat, you breasts and the inside of your thighs. Sometimes touching so delicately that you can't even be sure I am actually touching you. Sometimes squeezing so hard so insistently that it makes you cry out. Biting, nibbling and sucking on the back of your neck and ears the entire time. It is a sensory overload for both of us.

I revel in the way you yield to me. This fierce independent woman who never wants to be told what to do or think, but in this place on my bed you understand your role. You understand your place. You are my meal. I will eat you and drink you at my pace. Picking out each morsel to enjoy when I want to.

I work my hand down between your legs pulling on the fabric of my underwear creating a delicious pressure that teases your most sensitive parts. As I pull it back and forth across your pussy your ass starts to grind even more insistently into me. Your pussy is begging for my cock and I am intoxicated by the power. When my fingers start to trace a line along the edges of your womanhood I can feel the heat and moisture that has built up emanating from you.

I have to taste that pussy NOW. I slide between your legs and take off my underwear that you have been wearing. I know that they will not go in the dirty laundry, but the next time I get dressed I will put them on and the slight smell of you, the fabric that was absorbing your moisture when supporting my cock will be a pleasant reminder of this morning's fucking and sucking.

With your legs spread before me I contemplate your pussy. You have shaved. You did not do this for other men. I never asked you to do it for me, but I like it. I like the thought of you preparing your pussy for me. Making yourself even more appetizing. You got wet when you did this didn't you? Did it make you so wet that you had to play with yourself while you thought about what I would do to you when I saw your freshly cleaned snatch? Were you thinking about my talented tongue or my long hard cock when your own fingers made your body shake with an orgasm?

You know how I like to eat. I inhale my food and I have to resist the urge to inhale your pussy. The self-control pays off as I slowly and deliberately work my way from long strokes along your outer labia to your sensitive pearl enjoying every taste and moan along the way. After I luxuriate in my meal I can sense your arousal reaching its peak. Your breathing gets faster. Your hands start clenching at the sheets like they are resisting the urge to grab the back of my head. Don't you know you could? Don't you know I would like that? Don't you know I get off on feeling and seeing your orgasm? Your abs start to clench and you start thrusting towards my face. When you come it is an explosion, your entire body becomes red. I let it subside. I allow just enough for you to start to relax and then I start again. Prolonging your orgasm until you push me away and beg be to stop.

Now it is my turn. I slide my body up along yours until the head of my cock -- now beyond throbbing -- is pressed up against your lips. I tease your pussy lips with my thick round head until you ask me to fuck you. Then I tease you even longer till you beg for it. I slam it in. I fill you up. Feeling myself pressed against your cervix. My body pressed into your ass. Slowly I draw it out then slam it in again. The slapping of our flesh together fills the room. As I feel my own orgasm approach I slow down. I don't want this to end so soon. Over and over again I intentionally bring myself closer to orgasm that back myself away from that edge. Changing positions so that I can see your body from every angle. So that I can feel your tits, choke you, pull your hair, press your face into mattress, so that I can thoroughly dominate you.

I do this until my appetite is almost satiated. Until I know I will not be able to back away from the edge again. I reach into the drawer and pull out a condom. But I make you put in on. I make you stroke my cock and lick off your own delicious pussy juices before you do. You look so beautiful greedily sucking my length into you. Trying to take me all the way down your throat. When I am ready I tell you to put it on and I place you on your side with one knee raised up. Then I finally let go. I lose awareness of what I am saying and doing as my orgasm finally approaches. I only know that I have to keep fucking you faster and harder with every ounce of energy until that delicious release comes. And comes. And comes.