(FM) A Very Good Morning (Long)

I wake up to hot breath on my neck. Eye closed with a sleepy smile, I stretch my arms above my head and roll toward the other side of the bed.

“Good morning, bud! You need to go potty?”

Winston leaps from the bed excitedly, and I follow behind with much less enthusiasm. My face contorts, wincing as my feet hit the cold hardwood. Stepping over my black panties laying on the floor, I consider slipping them on, along with my joggers at the foot the bed. I’ll be quick, I tell myself. It’s not that cold, right?

My black and grey and blue cattle dog is dancing at the backdoor. Opening it just enough to let him out, I quickly shut the door behind me and shiver, feeling my nipples harden and regretting not slipping on those pants. Your t-shirt, though comfy, barely covers my ass. I sigh and follow the light toward the kitchen, sites set on the coffee maker. It’s only 6 AM. I’d love to get a few more hours of sleep, but I can already tell I’m wide awake. I blame the cold.

The last few drops fill the mug, and I hear the the backdoor open. A grin paints across my face. You’re home. I pretend not hear you as I stir in my sugar, all the while my breath quickens. Leaning forward, resting my elbows on the counter, I tilt my hips, arching my back and feeling your t-shirt rise. I’m waiting for you.

Like clockwork, you turn the corner, entering the kitchen. “Oh, babe, I didn’t hear you come in,” I tease.

Saying nothing but letting your sly smile and raised brows say everything, you wrap yourself around me. I breathe in your smell. Somehow, even after a 6 mile run, your scent makes my pussy ache for you. Pushing my ass into you, I can feel your cock inside your shorts. For a moment, I imagine dropping to my knees for you. Before I can move, you place your hands firmly on mine. You’re panting, still catching your breath from your workout or maybe just anticipating what’s to come.

“Stay. Please,” you whisper into my ear as you sweep the hair off my neck. I do my best to keep knees steady as goosebumps raise across my body. You make me weak. You make me wet.

One hand reaches under the t-shirt, running up and down my tummy, getting so close to my pussy before moving up toward my breasts. Taking my left nipple between your fingers, you squeeze gently, then more firmly as you kiss my neck. A moan slips from my lips and I push my ass back even more firmly.

Your hand moves off my breast and onto my ass, holding me in place as you growl into my ear. Please fuck already.

You ease body weight off me, kissing your way down my back, firmly grabbing me by the hips with both hands. I feel your lips brush over my ass, and I wonder if you can feel the heat of my pussy radiating for you. You can.

You spin me toward you, glancing up at me with determination. “Good morning,” you smile before kissing your way down from my navel. I release another moan, and you pull away from me, teasing me. Before I can protest, run your finger down my slit.

“You’re soaked.”

“You have that affect on me.” I don’t realize I have both hands on my breasts until now. I move them away and pull of your t-shirt, the pink hand prints showing us both how firmly I’d been groping myself.

With one hand on my ass and the other on the small of my back, you brace me for your tongue. Even during times like this, you make me feel safe.

Feelings of romance are replaced with pure lust as your tongue slips inside me and swirls around my swollen clit.

“Don’t cum until I say you can.”

You lift me onto the counter and slip two fingers inside me as you look into my eyes, kissing me deeply before returning to my pussy. I can’t help but fuck your fingers as they curl toward my g-spot. Your tongue teases my clit and you start with small nibbles. As I moan and run my fingers through your hair, you make seal around my clit and start sucking. I pinch and pull at my nipples, and you reach a hand toward my throat. My clit is throbbing and I don’t know how much longer I can refuse to cum.

“Not yet, baby,” you say breathlessly, pulling your drenched fingers out of me.

Whimpering, I watch you kick your tennis shoes off and step out of your running shorts. Your cock is hard for me, and I can see the veins pulsating. I reach down and feel myself, dripping with my own juices and your spit. Licking my lips, a hop off the counter. With my hand, wet from my own pussy, I grab your cock. You step back toward the other counter as I slide my hand down your shaft. My lips part and I breath onto the head of your cock. You buck your hips toward me. I take your balls in hand, pressing in as I run my thumb from side to side. I spin my tongue around the head of your cock, tasting your pre-cum.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I do as I’m told, and you tap yourself on tongue while I massage your balls. I lick my way up and then back down, putting your sack in my mouth while I wrap both hands around your dick. As you breath heavily, I take you in completely, sucking from the back of my throat, almost swallowing you whole. Your hips buck harder and then push me away.

“I want us to cum together.”

You help me to my feet and bend me over the kitchen table. I part my legs to give you greater accesses and you push yourself inside me, both us gasping in pleasure. With slow, measure thrusts, the head of your cock runs against my g-spot. Your left hand wraps around me, taking my nipple into your hand again while the other reaches for my clit. I’m weak, completely surrendered to you. You pick up the pace, slamming harder and faster into my pussy as you grunt into my hear. The walls of my pussy clench around you. I’m going to cum. You slow down for a moment and take your hand off my breast, bracing yourself with your hand now between my shoulder blades. I arch my back toward you and whisper, “Please.”

You slam into me, balls slapping against my pussy. “Okay, let’s cum. Let’s cum NOW.” I scream your name as orgasm quakes through my body. I feel my pussy fill with cum as you make short, hard thrusts inside me before collapsing.

We’re breathless as you pull me onto your lap, resting on the chair at the head of the table. Laying my head on your shoulder, I sigh, “A very good morning indeed.”

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