It is early. Too early.
Outside, the world is still dark. The sun isn’t up. The birds aren’t singing yet. And there is hardly any traffic.
In bed, under a thick duvet covered in fine linen that is cool and smooth against my skin, I dream mischievous dreams that make my pussy ache. And I am in no hurry to get up to begin yet another day of work. The pleasures of the bed are far more enticing.
My back is sore from the effort of carrying my daughter for the last seven-and-a-half months. And, now, in my final trimester, I feel that it is almost impossible for me to get a decent night’s sleep. My hips constantly ache, my breasts have gone up two cup sizes almost *overnight* (and are feeling very sore as a result!), and my growing belly makes it so very hard for me to find a decent position to sleep in… or have enjoyable sex in.
And now that I’m entering the final month of my pregnancy, I’m keenly aware that very soon, my husband and I will have to stop having sex altogether – just as a general safety precaution, to prevent me from accidentally going into labour early. So, I am happy to indulge in dreams that make my skin tingle in anticipation and make me smile subconsciously, even in my sleep. But as the minutes tick by and a warm wetness begins to spread between my thighs, it slowly dawns on me that I’m not actually dreaming…
Reaching down, I let my fingers wander over the mound of my belly down to my cunt, and I find the source of my unexpected wake-up call.
With my eyes still closed I smile. “Having fun?”
A very familiar voice comes back slightly embarrassed and heavily muffled from under the duvet, “How did you know what I was doing?”
I open my eyes and chuckle. “It wasn’t *too hard* to guess, darling. Now that you’ve woken me up, what are you going to do about it?”
In answer, I feel him run his hand up my back as he pulls himself up so that we are face to face. But I wrinkle my nose when he wants to kiss me. Urgh. Morning breath. And I press a finger of disapproval against his lips. The answer is clear: No.
Instead, he playfully runs kisses down my neck and my shoulders, and then across my breasts, slowly uncovering me. Gently, almost reverently, he pulls off my nightgown, exposing my naked body to the chill air in the silent room. My plump nipples grow pert in the cold and my pussy shivers with desire, sending little tremors down my legs. I know what is coming next.
Lying on my side, the weight of my rounded belly resting on a small pillow, I can feel him position himself carefully next to my legs and playfully kiss my belly, just below my belly button. His hands caress my back, fingers running past the dimple at the base of my spine to rest just under my butt cheeks. Along my inner thighs, his thumbs glide against my pale skin until they rest just short of my pussy. Helpfully, I part my legs invitingly, rocking my hips forward just a bit and I present myself to him. He knows what to do.
Languidly parting my folds with a thumb and forefinger, I feel him slowly lower his head between my legs and press his lips to my pussy. The trimmed scruff of his beard tickles against my soft skin, and makes me giggle, in spite of myself. His warm tongue runs up and down my, now very wet, slit. His hot breath, against one of the most sensitive parts of my body, makes me squirm in pleasure. And I can feel him lightly sucking my clit, taking it softly between his teeth. Knowing that I might be feeling over-sensitive (my prenatal hormones have made my body exceptionally responsive to touch), his tongue circles around my opening, gently and sensually and slowly, savouring my taste, making me moan.
Soon, I can feel an orgasm tingle between my hips, as my senses reel. “Make me cum,” escapes my lips almost under my breath. I can feel his hands clutching my arse, as he gives my trembling clit short, rapid licks. His tongue lightly flickering back and forth. My hips jump slightly at this sudden, intense stimulation. And, even in the dark, I know that he’s grinning at me.
I feel him lie down on his back, and he pats his head invitingly, as though it’s a saddle for me to sit on. Laughing now, I raise myself up – slightly laboriously – and straddle him, kneeling over his head, holding myself steady by grasping the bedframe for support, so that my throbbing cunt is positioned perfectly over his face. Then, I lower myself down as his tongue slips inside.
My hips instinctively grind against him as he eats me. My juices run across his cheeks and down my thighs, puddling on the bed under my knees. And I grit my teeth to prevent myself from groaning aloud in ecstasy. My three-year-old son is still asleep in his room across the corridor and I don’t want to wake him.
My husband’s hands grasp my thighs and pull me into him as his mouth works over my aching pussy, his tongue making long, tender strokes that makes me want to scream for more. And despite all my self-control, I gasp and cry out when he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth.
Grabbing the back of his head, I buck against him. He can feel my pulse against his tongue and doesn’t let up. I moan my encouragement as loud as I dare, my voice barely above a whisper. I can feel the pleasure turning slightly to pain. It’s an agonising barrier to push through. Then, suddenly, my body tenses and shudders, as every nerve from my clit to my toes screams in joy. And I cum hard against his face. My juices dripping as I spasm against his hot tongue. And I feel my baby kick hard inside me at this sudden joyous explosion of pleasure.
Steadying myself against the headboard, my breathing slows and I cup my hand against my still-dripping pussy and pull myself free, sinking down onto the bed beside him. My body occasionally rocking with post-orgasmic aftershocks as I giggle inanely and smile at him.
I see him smile back and turn to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips.
“Good morning,” he says with a wink.
“Yes, it is,” I say as I push him onto his back once more and run my fingers down his body. It’s his turn now and he knows it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g2ycbl/good_morning_nonfiction_pregnancy_oral_mf_long