The morning always comes way too early when you're in the arms of the one you love. Or in this case, the two you love.
Sunlight streams in through the open windows, and I slowly blink my eyes open, grumbling with displeasure. I reach out an arm, reaching to draw the curtain closed, before I realize that I'm never going to be able to reach it and allow my hand to come back to rest on hers, my thumb running across her knuckles.
I snuggle a bit closer on his chest, watching her. She's naked except for panties, but she's so modest, she's tucked into him, hiding her curves as she sleeps. She has a sweet half-smile on her face, perhaps a pleasant dream blessing her. Her beautiful blonde hair falls in her face, moving slightly with every breath that she takes; I reach out with my free hand and brush it behind her ear. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. A lot younger, too. I give her hand a squeeze before I turn to the one whose chest I lay on.
He's asleep too, his arms wrapped around both of us with a slightly cupped hand. His hair is all a mess, but somehow it only adds to his attractiveness. He has such long eyelashes; they fan out over his cheeks. My hand moves from hers to lay across his abdomen, and as I do, my arm brushes his crotch.
Well, damn. I know what kind of dreams he's having.
I pause for just a moment before, of its own accord, my hand starts moving downward. He's told me he doesn't have an issue with this, and I intend to take full advantage of the fact. My fingers skim across the thin fabric of his boxers, and his muscles tense. He hasn't woken up yet, but something tells me that his dreams have taken a decidedly more intimate turn. I adjust downward, keeping us both beneath the blankets so that I don't wake him up. I don't want him awake, at least not yet; I wonder if I can make him cum without him even stirring. I want to do the same to Brittany, but not today. There's no way I could get her on her back without waking her up. Slowly, carefully, I pull him out of his boxers. He's already leaking from the tip, coating my hand in his arousal. For a moment, I consider my next move before I myself duck under the sheets.
It's hard to breathe under here, but I don't care. I won't need to be doing much of that anyway, I think. It's hard to see, but I can at least make out something through the sunlight permeating the fabric. I take him in my hand again, stroking him a few times until I can feel him throb, base to tip, in my hand. With a final, teasing grope, I wrap my lips around him.
I've tasted him a thousand times by now, but his size always surprises me when it's in my mouth. Like Brittany, I have a small mouth, and my jaw tenses painfully as I accept him. Gently, I begin, my tongue sweeping under him in long strokes. I'm not at all aggressive, my touches all slow and gentle. I want to savor this. I can feel his body react, his thighs tensing around me and soft breaths coming more quickly, and that's all the motivation I need. I prefer him facefucking me, but this will do for today.
I take him deeper down my throat, a bit too far, just enough to make me gag. I hold him there for a few seconds until I can feel my body scream for air, and I rise, a gasp from my lips. He's trained me well, and I can feel the heat beginning to build between my legs as I continue. I set a more reasonable pace this time, taking him about halfway into my mouth. He's enough to give me a reasonable mouthful, but not choke me. Yet. I want to see him disappear into my throat. My eyes close as I blow him, my tongue wrapping around his head and across the tip. And then I remember my hands aren't doing anything, so one goes to wrap around the rest of his shaft. I combine my technique -- when I bob my head down on his shaft, my hand comes up, and when I come up, my hand goes down. I moan appreciatively, the taste of him filling my mouth. He's divine, his precum slightly salty on my tongue.
I can't stand it any longer. I can feel myself throb in my panties and I need to be touched. I slightly adjust, my left hand moving into my panties and quickly finding my clit. It doesn't take long of this stimulation before moans are echoing around his cock, a sensation I know he can't get enough of. Even though he's asleep, the first moan that I let out makes his cock twitch with anticipation. I've very nearly got him worked up to the edge; he's pulsing, his noises coming faster, and then I hear a soft noise.
"Mmm..." And then the noise of kissing, and the soft noises that suggest he's woken up.
Damn it, girl!
It takes him a second to figure out what's going on, the absence of me on his right arm and the feeling of something wrapped around his cock. The covers get whipped off, and I am revealed in my glory, his cock still half in my mouth and my hand in my panties. A blush comes to my cheeks, being fully caught in the act by both of my partners, and my hand rises from his cock in a silent hello.
She laughs. "Did you not get enough last night?" she asks, and I flip her the bird as I pull off of him. I keep him close and wanting, my hand stroking him base to tip. My thumb runs under his head with every pulse of my hand, and it works. He closes his eyes, a soft noise of pleasure escaping his lips. He's close, I can feel it, and I double down on my efforts. I want to fuck him, but ideally, we'll be in bed for a LOT longer than 30 minutes.
I lean down, my tongue worshipping him. I lick up the side of his shaft, finishing with a kitten lick to his head, right over the tip. It drives him crazy, and his hand fists in my hair, but I don't let him guide me but so far. I press kisses along his shaft, listening as his soft moans speed up and feeling his hand grow tighter in my hand. And then, I get ballsy. I put my mouth on him, taking him as far down my throat as I can. The feel of me gagging, the noise I make as I go down, it's too much. I feel him finish in my throat, and I swallow him, giving him that soft sucking feeling he adores of me swallowing. I finish at his head, cleaning him off before I look up at him. I smile like a fiend, wiping my mouth of the excess saliva, before I get another idea.
"Come here." I adjust, pulling her closer. I want to share his taste with her, and as she does, I grab her and kiss her. She doesn't like to play too rough, but I can't stop myself from shoving my tongue in her mouth, exploring her as one hand goes to grope her bare breast. He's down for the count for the next 30 minutes, so we have plenty of time to play.
"Of course, you make me cum before I get to watch my girls play," he complains, but he doesn't actually seem upset. I straddle her, pushing her back down onto her pillow as I continue the kiss. Only after a couple minutes of making out with her do I let her go.
