My favourite thing to do to my boyfriend on a lazy morning. Usually follows a really good fuck the night before, but it doesn't have to. I just want him to feel exactly how loved he is. I wanted to give that impression through this story, a combination of love him to bits and can't keep my hands off him. Have fun, feedback appreciated. :)
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The sun is coming through the curtains, golden and cheery. It doesn't stir Jacob -- he can sleep through anything. I'm itching to go and look outside -- the sunlight hints at a beautiful day. I slip out of bed, naked, and pad across the room, one arm wrapped around my boobs. It is indeed glorious outside, all crisp golden sun on magical, crackly overnight frost. I look back at him. The giant is still asleep, despite the chink of sunlight falling across his face. He isn't really a giant, but tiny as I am it can feel that way sometimes. I pull the curtains to, and crawl carefully back into bed. Regardless of how pretty it is outside, it's much warmer in here. And I have a giant to wake up.
You're curled up with the duvet pulled right up to your face, the smooth line of your back exposed. I wriggle across to be directly behind you, my boobs against you, and the line of my body following yours - except for my feet. Mine are about a foot higher up the bed than yours.
You smell gorgeous, something about sleep smells really good. Anyway, you haven't yet stirred. Moving slowly, I let my hand creep over your waist and slide up your chest. I run it back down to the waistband of your pajamas. The reaction is almost immediate: a soft, not quite conscious moan, at the same time pushing your hips forward. As always, I find it hard to believe you weren't awake already, but I'm not going to complain, because it's very sexy. I tug gently on your hip, so you roll over to face me. You're very obliging in the mornings. I watch your eyes, still shut, as I reach down for you. You're rock hard. I wrap my hand around your cock, giving it a squeeze and enjoying the jump I get in return. Or just generally enjoying it.
Half asleep or not, you're horny, so I follow your lead. No slow and steady this morning. I rub you through your pajamas with my whole hand, slow firm strokes that go from the tip to just before your balls. I can see you've sort of got your eyes half open, I imagine the world looks pretty blurry to you right now. Your mouth finds mine, in a fumbling, hungry way. This is one of my favourite sorts of kisses, although I'd happily take any you offer. You make some attempts at getting to my boobs, I put your hands elsewhere and so these stop. Doing what she wants is clearly the most sensible option when your girlfriend wants to touch you, stroke you and lick you.
"Good morning," I whisper against your lips, at the same time dipping my hand inside your pajamas to hold your balls, playing with them gently.
The only answer I get is a low moan. I break the kiss and pull away from you. Slowly, you focus on me, seeing that I am smiling. You look crumpled and sleepy, but also lustful.
"I meant hello,"
"Of course you did. I didn't hear anything otherwise," I reply. You know I'm silently laughing at you a little, but it's too early in your day to make any accusations. Instead you pull a hurt, scowling face.
"Aw, it's not that bad is it?" I said, disappearing down the bed. I eagerly pull your pajamas out the way enough to get to your cock. For a few seconds I stop and stare: it is one of my favourite things about you. It's long and thick, more than enough to fill me up, but not the sort of monster cock that scares girls. I'm quite proud of it.
It's perfect, I think, pulling the soft skin back and giving it a good long lick, from lightly haired base to salty tip with the flat of my tongue. I lick all over the head, swirl my tongue around it. Then I let my lips enfold it, making it feel suddenly much hotter to you. I kiss it and lick it, letting my lips slide over it, to just under the ridge and back again, sucking ever so slightly. I pop it out of my mouth and let it rest on my lips, glistening. The hand holding the wide base of your cock squeezes, and I smile as it twitches slightly on my moist lips. My hand makes a slow, firm stroke up your shaft. Precum beads. I lap it up and once again take it in my mouth. I caress the broad head, trying to show you how much I love it with my movements.
Bit by teasing bit, I slowly let my lips slip further and further down your cock. The all over toying with the head of your cock eventually becomes a steady rhythm as I suck more of your cock each time. By this time, you're soaking wet until about halfway down. I can't take any more of it in this position, but before I move I let it rest against my lips again. You've curled around to look down at me. I'm surrounded by duvet, pressed close to your legs, your hardness resting on my lips.
I paw at your hip. You roll over. I let go of your cock, just so I can marvel at the way it stands proudly up and away from your body. It curves gently, and as I position myself between your legs I can't help but notice it smells good too. Why does all of you smell so good? It makes me giddy, that smell of salt and sex and sleep, utterly familiar to me.
Kneeling between your legs, I push your cock down so the tip touches your smooth flat belly and lower my mouth to your balls. I take them in my mouth one at a time, fondling them with my tongue. With two fingers I rub behind them at the same time, slow firm circles that intensify the feeling of my hot mouth. I only stop when I feel you nudging your hips upwards ever so slightly. You're getting all worked up, which is why I'm doing this.
