Pleasure wakes me.
It pulls me from a dream.
Sometimes noise does that.
Sometimes sunlight hits my eyelids and break the sleep I’m in.
Sometimes sleep simply runs out.
This morning, it’s pleasure.
My eyes closed, I pay attention to the sound of you sucking my cock.
The wet slurps and gulks, the whimpers and moans, the bewitching rhythm of it all.
I feel you drooling all over me. Your spit rolls down the length of my cock to my balls, coating them before it pools on the mattress under me, a warm wet spot slowly forming.
Subtly, my hips begin to buck. It is barely perceptible, but I have to participate, I simply can’t help it.
My movements are met with louder moans.
“Tell me what you are,” I whisper to the woman I love.
“I am your perfect little cum whore, and I thirst for you.”
Your reply comes naturally, sincere and seductive.
You show me, then, how deep you can take me.
My eyes still closed, I feel the back of your throat open for me, and soon your nose presses against my skin, above my cock, under my belly button. Your tongue slides out over your bottom lip and…
