Shirley is used to waking up to delicious surprises. But this morning, Kyle takes it to another level. Enjoy this erotic short story!
I love mornings. I love waking up to the smell of coffee because my boyfriend Kyle is an early riser who always ensures I get a cup before I even step out of bed. Sometimes I wake up and there’s a whole buffet on the bed along with his smiling face kissing me awake and inviting me to feast. One unforgettable birthday I woke up and got my face licked by a fluffy puppy with a pink bow in her ear. With Kyle, each morning brings an exciting gift.
The best morning was when I woke up to his hot tongue licking my clitoris, his two fingers buried inside me. He sucked on me like he was thirsty and my juice was the only liquid in the world. I loved it when he woke me up like this, my body singing under his expert hands and mouth.
He kissed me up to my navel and up to my neck, he kissed behind my ears, his hot breath stirring my desire for him.
His eager mouth found mine and devoured me. He pulled my slip from my body and bared me to himself.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his eyes glazed over.
He climbed higher and stuffed his hardness into my wet mouth. I cupped his butt and guided his erection in and out of my mouth, my tongue flicking up and down its length.
“Oh!” he moaned as he quickened his pace, hitting the back of my throat with each stroke.
He reached for my nipples and caressed them as he plundered my mouth. He let go of my breasts to pull his T-shirt over his head, and his hard body rippled from the effort. I groaned in disappointment when he pulled out of my mouth, his hardness slick and dripping with my saliva. He trailed kisses from my neck, down my collarbone, over my navel, and back to my wet center.
He opened his mouth and feasted on my swollen clitoris and I cried out and dug my nails into his back.
I could feel the sheets under me getting soaked with my wetness as he licked and loved me. He worked my clit with his tongue and pushed a finger inside me. I raised my hips off the bed to meet his finger and his mouth. He worked my body like only he could. I reached out and grabbed his hardness because I couldn’t live another second without him inside me. He inched into me slowly until he was fully buried in my tight, wet center.
And then he began to pound furiously. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist and I clung to him for dear life as he rode the sleep from my body.
Each thrust filled me and caused a thousand stars to explode in my vision. He moaned as he pumped me, the sweat glistening on his brows.
“You’re so tight,” he said. “I can’t hold it in anymore.”
His hand slipped between our bodies to locate my clitoris, now a swollen bud. It throbbed as he stroked me while keeping time to the rhythm of his strokes inside me. It was then the orgasm shook me with an intensity I had never experienced. Now I was fully awake.
“I’m coming…” he trailed off as he slammed three more times into me. And then he stilled, his breath ragged in his chest.
He rolled over me as the first rays of sunlight stole into our bedroom.
“Good morning,” he whispered in my ear, nuzzling my neck.
“Promise to wake me up like this forever?”
“Promise,” he said.
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