Morning Wood

Coming to from a sound and restful night's sleep, I could feel a large and hairy arm wrapped around my tummy with the body it’s attached to pressed firmly against me in a warm and comforting embrace. The cotton material of the blankets enveloping us in a sheet of security. I was in pure bliss. Not wanting to get up yet, I was working my way back into a peaceful slumber. About to doze back off, I felt his arm disappear and his cuddling presence no longer there. He rolled onto his back, leaving me cold and vulnerable. The jerk abandoned me! 

I could feel the warmth fading, and fast! Then the idea hit me, I’ll just wiggle my way next to him. As I shimmied across and bumped into his shoulder, I heard him let out a little grunt. He too was somewhat awake. Turning onto my side, facing him, I watched intently. Observing his stubbled chin and his rigid nose, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He didn’t look like his rough and assertive self, no, cuter and gentler, a side of him he rarely shows. 

“I can feel your eyes staring at me,” he mumbled through his rough and sexy morning voice. 

My heart jumped from being caught “No I’m not. You don’t know! Go back to sleep.”  

Smirking, he tucked his arm underneath my neck, placing his hand on my shoulder and brought me in close with my head resting on his peck. Placing a hand on his chest, rising with each breath and falling with each exhale. Clinging onto him, I noticed that the further the blankets went down our bodies, at one particular point the fabric took an upwards trajectory. I had my suspicions of what could be causing the blanket to act in such a way. Either he had wood, or there were aliens trying to abduct his cock! Either way, I’d have to investigate.  

Trailing my hand down his hairy chest, following the slight curve of his belly, a finger passing over his navel, until I eventually found the culprit! Fortunately, it was not aliens. To my delight, my fingers found the base of his cock. By no means was it flaccid, no, standing tall and holding the blankets aloft, my fingers gripped around the base and gave him a good tug, followed by a grunt escaping his lips. In a deliberate and slow motion, I began tracing my fingers along his cock. Feeling every vein and bump, mapping out what was hiding underneath. Once my fingers reached the top, I would feel his hardness bounce in response. We laid there for a few minutes with me teasing him and even though his eyes were closed, I knew he was enjoying himself from all the little grunts and moans he was making. Stopping mid-way, I took a firm grip. 

Leaning closer to his ear, “Let’s see if we can make some fire with this wood,” I whispered in a playful tone. 

Leaving him there on the pillow, I crawled underneath the blankets in the search of what I’ve been playing with. My surroundings were dark but I still had a grip on him, so I knew where I was heading. Believing to be in the right place, I pouted my lips and lowered my head. My lips kissed and pressed against the head of his cock, prompting me to part my mouth. Enveloping his cut cock in an air tight seal, slowly working my way down, I could feel the veins I mapped out earlier running down his shaft. The tip was tickling the roof of my mouth as he tends to curve in an upwards direction. Stopping mid-way, I pulled back up, stopping right before my lips met back together. Back down I went but a little farther this time.  

His subtle moans grew louder as I kept going through this process. Stopping at the tip, I pushed his legs further apart and positioned myself between his legs for a better angle. From there, I continued to devour his cock, at which point, I was able to take most of him down my throat. I was almost there and I was ready to commit. One last push and I would have all of him. My lips dragged across his shaft, following the curvature and veiny disposition, tell I met the crown on top. Breath in, and exhale on the down swing. My saliva, providing me a frictionless path to victory as I felt the tip of my nose to boop his pubic area. 

A pulsating sensation filled the back of my throat as I had a six-inch cock inside of me. Humming a lovely tune, sending vocal vibrations all along his shaft, making him moan in unison. Taking my hand, I found his smooth balls and began fondling and squeezing them. Trying to coax the delicious batter from his jewels. Releasing his cock from my throat, bobbing and twisting my head, as my tongue wrapped around his saft. Slurping and gulping mixed with the sounds of his grunts was almost enough to make me come. I knew he was close to rewarding my efforts as his legs parted further apart and his grunts turned into sighs. 

Taking my forefinger and thumb, I clasped the base of his balls and pulled them towards me in an impromptu cock ring. Knowing he was about there; I began quickly sucking his cock in a 1-1-3. I would bob up and down along his shaft mid-way twice and on the third stroke, I would take his whole cock again. Keeping at this and tugging on his balls, he got silent. All I could hear was me gagging and making a sloppy mess underneath the sheets. Then I felt it. His cock began twitching uncontrollably and I could feel his balls trying to break free from my grip. A bitter and salty taste flooded my mouth as he let loose. Wanting to get every last drop as I could, my lips traveled back up to the tip of his cock where I could feel the cum streaming from him. 

With each pulse I would swallow, and each gulp was met with a fresh batch gushing from him. Pulse by pulse, the loads got smaller and smaller tell he was completely empty. Gently massaging his balls, kissing up and down his shaft as his throbbing cock subsided into a restful state. Satisfied with a job well done, I crawled my way back up, throwing my leg over his body, my damp panties pressing against his bare thigh. His eyes were still closed but he was flushed and taking deep breaths. 

With a cheeky smile, “Looks like the fire was properly stoked,” I whisper.  

“Well, you are the expert when it comes to starting fires,” he sighs in relief.  

He leaned over for a kiss but I was able to stealth my way out of bed and stood in the door way, looking back at him. He opened his eyes to see me standing there, naked and with my panties in hand. Tossing them at him, I walked away knowing he was observing the considerable wet spot I had left behind in them. My labia and inner thighs were glistening with my juices, but first, some coffee to go along with the cream I just obtained.