Morning Person - Sex Stories

Morning Person

... your newest home. You use your tounge to draw random patterns on her pussy - just the pointy tip - and the sudden silence tells you she's holding her breath. Getting comfy, you grab her thighs - she's a bucker and a broken nose isn't on today's agenda. The morning ticks by and you flatten your tounge against her, broad sweeps that gather her flavor and tell you all you need to know about whether she's ready. She's started to pant harder the closer you get to her clit and suddenly - you just can't wait. You take a second to calculate the risk, then take your hand off her thigh and hold her apart instead. She can't help the whimper that escapes anymore than you can stop your mouth from sealing over her clit. You tounge her right underneath and suck while you're there - hard enough her whimper becomes a moan and you have no idea how you're not coming on the spot. A little scrape of teeth here and there as you go and then she's on the move. You get your hand back on her leg just in time. "Daddi. So close Daddi. So close." You feel the muscles in her legs bunch the same time you feel her spread them wider, and you lick faster, harder, nipping and sucking untill she cries out - her voice rougher than you've ever heard. You want to see it, feel it and taste it so you slide two fingers inside her pussy as she comes, pressing ...

... against that spot she loves so much just like you press your tongue to her clit. Not moving so she doesn't break your neck with her thighs, but not leaving so she's bereft before she's done, either. Once she comes down and her breathing starts to smooth out, you kiss her pretty pussy one more time and flip over on your back. You reach for your own clit, knowing it won't take but a stroke or two to get things done and find her fingers there as well. Sure enough, your fingers slide to each side of your clit and hers scrapes right down the middle and you are done. Now it's you crying out and she'd got her fingers sliding in then out of your pussy then right in her mouth. If a sight could make you come again, that would have been the one, and you find her name on your lips like a prayer to the angel she is. She kisses you, and neither of you can quite catch your breath long enough for it to be a good one, but none of that matters this morning. Your shoulders hurt and your neck is stiff and she keeps rubbing her thigh but that does't matter either. She brushes your hair out of your face and lays back down, back to you but right up against you. In a minute or two, she's asleep. You have things to do today. Important things. You're making a list in your head as you drift off as well. Maybe you are a morning person after all.