I ran a half the day before and planned to sleep in. I was somewhat conscious, but just barely, when I heard Megan get up and make coffee.
She was in the doorway with a cup, checking on me and watching me sleep...I find myself watching her sleep, too (she's so fucking cute). Still drowsy, I tried to go back to sleep, but my imagination ran wild...or my dick ran wild may be more accurate.
I fantasized about our eyes meeting and she holds her gaze, approaching the bed. Those deliciously pouty lips wrap around my morning wood, sucking and sucking, until she's rewarded with a rich, creamy mouthful. "Mmmm," I quietly groaned, pondering the blowjob and the precious cream...the creamy warmth coating her mouth. I could almost feel myself filling her mouth with thick, honey textured seed. She always treasured that first swallow, as it washed over tongue.
Megan always tightened her lips around the shaft and milked out every drop. Finally, my fantasy orgasm ended...I grunted and shuddered when it was over.
When I thought about the musky warmth sliding down her throat, lust almost overwhelmed me. Needless to say, the morning wood was full on and not going away, but I must have dozed off. I guess I was still cashed from the race.
When she came back with coffee for me, I woke up and rolled over, slowly wiping my eyes. As she sat it on the nightstand, she softly whispered, "How's my marathoner? I got coffee, here." She gave me a peck on the cheek, "I wanted you to get a little more rest...you okay?"
"Good morning, sweetie...that's awesome...thank you. I'm doing fine, I think. I'm probably a little sore, but I don't normally run halves."
She ran a hand over my chest, exploring lean, muscled flesh. Her hand went further to take in the abs, under the cover. Taught and flexing under her touch she smiled, "What about a little rub-down after breakfast?"
I grinned, "I can give you a rub-down, too." Yes, I was horny as fuck; I remembered the little wake-up fantasy and wanted to pump my dick through her lips so bad...but we really enjoyed sharing coffee in bed. It was one of those special things that couples share.
Anyway, we finished our coffee and then she brought in smoothies, "This's our first course...I added banana, blueberries and chia...it should get you going."
"Remember, I'm making you a big breakfast this morning...it' your recharge breakfast." She couldn't help but notice the mound, "But I really need to do something about that...yer rock-hard...I can fix that. What can I do for you sweetie?"
I got up on my knees and started stroking my dick, "No, I got it...just watch!"
It had been probably a week since I had any relief, so I was crazy hard. I think we spent a couple nights together that-week but didn't get past cuddling; we were at the end of the semester and we both had rough schedules, little time for sex.
While I ran my hand up and down over the shaft, my needs took over; I stroked my fist over the head, and my senses exploded, and my moans grew. Uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah, watch me...watch me stroke it...mmmm...yeah...yeah!"
"Mmmm...I like that! Yeah...that's it...stroke for me...yeah, that's it, sweetie."
Fuck she was hot! My eyes trailed over her amazing body...sometimes she seriously blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. I watched her work her nipples and sensuously dig her fingers into the perky flesh of her breasts She slowly rubbed over her clit, and her tits jiggled with the tempo of her masturbating.
I stroked faster, over the head, gradually pumping with longer strokes. I was able to embrace every minute detail of the rock-hard cock; the skin was silky smooth, with subtle veining defining the shaft. The beautiful, purple head had taken on a swollen, silver sheen and I worked over the rim. Wild with lust, I watched her masturbate and pump her fingers into her pussy.
Admiring from above, it looked perfect in my hand...but I guess a guy's cock always looks perfect in a pleasuring hand. It looked assertively alpha...sculpted like a carved marble deity.
As I rolled my hips with each stroke to meet my fist, her gaze never strayed from the hard flesh. Her eyes filled with lust; I could tell she wanted hold it...she wanted to stroke it with both hands...she wanted to savor the pulse of the throbbing flesh. Even better...she lusted to have it deep inside, probing her core.
She watched me pump harder, "Sweetie, gimme that big load...yeah, that's it," and precum glistened on the head the pee slit.
I knew she loved to take it in her mouth (just like my fantasy); I loved it too. I almost leaned in to get her lips around it but seeing her smoothie mustache gave me a better idea. I tipped her head back and our lips met to share the smoothie ring. I guided her to hold the glass under my dick, aimed for it and pumped a little harder.
When I felt it coming on, I tried to hold steady, carefully aiming for the target. Her eyes grew, as it bubbled from the slit, and spit into the glass. She squealed louder as creamy strands shot into the smoothie.
With the last pleasured shiver running through me, I pumped a few lingering drops into the thick, white pool on top, "Ahhhh yeah, that feels better...fuck!"
Before I could say much else, she dipped a finger into the warm seed and licked it clean, grinning, "Wow! That's a tasty smoothie...it tastes like you!"
She stirred it all into the smoothie, "Now, I got a high-protein smoothie...we can call it Rob's Big Banana Smoothie!"
Stirring her finger, she plunged it deep into her mouth and sucked it clean, again. Still savoring the new treat, she took a big gulp from the glass.
"Careful baby girl, you'll get a brain freeze."
She giggled, "It's a new kind of banana cream...the male kind."
