Good Morning

I wake to a sound. Furtive. You don't want me to hear you. A rich aroma. You've brought me coffee.

I pretend to be sleeping still. I turn, facing towards the sound. Quiet footsteps. A rustle.

Light touches across my bare shoulder, neck. Hair brushed out of the way. Fingers dance across cheek, brow, lip. 

I stir and murmur a sleepy protest. Still pretending, though I doubt you're fooled. A low moan, repetitive noises. I fight down a smile as I turn to my back, the sheet falling to bare my breast. I feel a tingle begin as I listen to you take your pleasure.

More touches, a finger tracing delicately across my nipple. I feel the skin tightening, becoming hard. Then you bend and take me in your mouth, all pretense of stealth gone. 

My hand rises to your neck, holding you close, tangling in your hair as it falls to trail across my bare skin. Your tongue flicks and swirls, then a sharp bite. Your moans become louder as your hand leaves your cock and dives beneath the sheet. Quickly finding its goal, you chuckle. Wet this morning? Yes, I am.

The sheets are quickly stripped away. The room remains dark, my eyes remain closed, but I feel the heat of your body bent over mine. Tongue on breast, biting at my neck. I gasp at the sharp pain. Your fingers move faster, my legs draw further apart. You twist your hand, placing your thumb on my clit and warmth spreads faster through my body. 

Not quite there, I listen to you as you use your other hand to touch yourself and take your own pleasure at the sight of mine. I hover, quite on the edge as you move faster and faster, then slowly. A groan of...frustration? as you stop before it's too late. I bite back a whimper of need, knowing that pushing you any further would take us farther than we want. 

Farther than we want just NOW.

Good morning, Dear.