waking up

I wake up early, my head on his chest and my arm draped across his stomach, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and his rhythmic breathing. It’s an almost candid moment; somehow, he seems fragile, lying there in the dim light. I let myself wake up, barely daring to move a muscle. He’s a heavy sleeper, but I don’t want him stirring around. On his back is exactly where I want him to be.

After waiting for maybe five or ten minutes, I slowly pull the covers down, exposing his body inch by inch. He’s got such an amazing body…broad chest and shoulders, tight stomach, legs that don’t quit. And such a gorgeous cock. Long, thick, and perfectly shaped.

Right now, of course, it doesn’t look like that. Just like the rest of him, it seems almost helpless.

I scoot myself down towards the foot of the bed, slowly climbing between his legs, crouching there with my face above his crotch, looking up at his beautiful face. One last look, then I take him gently into my mouth.

I’ve never done it like this before. I adore him and sometimes I’m almost worshiping his cock. I love sucking him, feeling his swollen head pressing against the back of my throat, his fingers tangled in my hair. Not pushing down or guiding me at all, unless I’m in the mood to be used. Just letting me know through the touch of his hands how much he’s enjoying what I do to him.

And for the first time, I’m holding him in my mouth when he’s not hard. It’s completely different, the texture and sensation of him against my lips and tongue are all new. I can fit all of his cock in my mouth like this, with room to spare. Usually, I have to work a little to get all of him, something that I’ve practiced over and over. I love him filling my mouth, having my nose pressed down against his tight stomach, knowing how much he loves it. I love the taste and the smell and the way he whispers my name through his teeth.

I feel him twitch against my tongue, and he immediately begins to swell. I move my mouth back, holding just his head between my lips, slowly running my tongue around its rim. His cock grows in my mouth, jerking in time to his pulse as he gets harder. I’m sliding my mouth down further, taking more of him slowly between my lips, feeling him swelling and expanding. I’m completely lost in the sensation and he’s getting harder with every passing second.

And then I hear him moan, and he says “What are you doing?”

I look up into his beautiful face, seeing sleep, confusion and desire there, all mixed together. I picture myself from his point of view for a second: crouched on my knees between his legs, back arched, ass in the air, his now fully hard cock half in my mouth.

I close my eyes, and answer his question by sliding my lips down the rest of his length, taking him fast and hard into my mouth. All I can think about, the only thought in my mind is how much I need his cock. I push my mouth down, taking all of him, resisting the urge to gag as long as I can, moaning loudly. Then his hands are on my head, his fingers twining in my hair. I’m going crazy on him, my head moving rapidly, lips sliding up and down his shaft. I’m growling and moaning and sucking him faster as his hands make fists in my hair and he starts pushing with his hips, thrusting up as I’m sinking down.

And then, it seems so quick, I can feel him swelling, growing harder and hotter in my mouth. I can taste him, sweet and bitter and salty on my tongue. He’s breathing faster, his legs are tensing, spreading wider and growing rigid beside me, and I know his toes are curling as he gets closer and closer. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I wrap my fingers around his cock, pumping my fist up and down, swirling my tongue around his head faster and faster. He’s moved his hands; they’re on the bed now, making fists in the sheets.

And then he’s cumming.

For a second or two, time slows to a crawl. His entire body tenses. For a moment, he stops breathing. My hand stops moving, and I close my lips tighter around his cock, and he cries out as his hips jerk up off the bed, trying to push up deeper into my mouth. Even though I think I’m ready for it every time, I choke a little as he starts to cum. Then I’m swallowing, loving the way it feels and tastes in my mouth. He’s cumming over and over, it feels like it will never stop, and I hope it doesn’t, but then he’s collapsing back onto the bed beneath me, his body shaking, covered in sweat.

Slowly, gently, I take him further into my mouth. His body jerks, his cock ultra-sensitive now as I milk him with my lips and fingers, drawing out everything he has to give me, making sure there’s nothing left. I let him slip out of my mouth, feeling him already getting soft, and crawl up the bed beside him, nearly purring with contentment. He turns his head, smiling the goofy post sex smile that I adore so much. I find his lips with mine, kissing him deeply, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue, knowing how much he loves the taste there.

Snuggled up against each other, both of us drifting back to sleep. My head’s back on his chest, and my arm’s draped across his stomach again, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.