The Morning Comes
I woke early that morning, my bladder called. Jim lay beside me, his breath light, a calmness soft in his face. I studied his features a moment longer, softly placing a kiss on his lips.
At first I contemplated walking back into the house, but I vaguely recalled Jim relieving himself during the night, not far from here. I felt a little wicked as I squatted over a soft pile of mulch, this was not how I was raised. I giggled at the vision of mother catching me peeing outdoors, she would not be pleased.
It was too early for the sun, the full moon holding her own still in the star riddled sky, the Milky Way splashed immense, as if flicked from an artists brush. I took in this awesome celestial display for a little while, as my right thumb and forefinger absently twiddled my new ring. I had nearly forgotten his words to me last night, the memory now racing back front and centre as I gazed down at the confirmation glittering up at me.
It was a beautiful design, simple yet elegant, I would have chosen the very same. He understood me better than the 11 months we had been seeing each other would suggest. Obviously a perceptive man was my husband to be, and forgiving also, as I remembered my foolishness earlier on.
I cast this thought from my mind, now was not the time nor place for remonstrating myself, no I had something much more pleasurable in mind. I softly traced my steps back to the little Eden in his back yard. He lay still, on his back now, the sheet slipped aside. The light sufficient to admire his form, his chest gently rise and fall. My eyes ventured down and over his flat stomach, muscles relaxed yet detailed, a slight trail of dark hair journeyed south.
Rising to greet the day in full hard glory, his cock stole my complete attention. What ever he was dreaming, I wanted in. As I imagined his thoughts, my hand reached down and without my command commenced fingering my clitoris. Softly at first, absent mindedly almost, then with a vigor I have not felt for some time I quickly came to the touch of my practiced fingers.
As my breath slowed I had only one thing in mind, Jim's hard cock inside me. My first thought was to simply lower myself onto him, ease him inside of me. As delicious an idea as it was, I decided I first wanted a taste, I wanted to feel his prick pulse in my mouth, savor his pre-come on my tongue, listen to his groans as he wakes inside my mouth.
Carefully so as not to wake him, I crept onto the bed, his cock charming me forward, a Cobra mesmerizing his prey. Lying on his back with his legs slightly apart, I had full access to his cock and waxed balls. A dirtiness crept into my mind, so unlike my usual self. Rather than going straight for his cock, I licked down as far as I could, tasting his salty skin beneath his balls. His legs instantly responded, muscles tightened around my face. I had to smooth his stomach with my hand for him to relax again, his legs slumped back down. Tracing my tongue up his scrotum again caused him to flinch, although he relaxed immediately. Gently I sucked his left testicle into my mouth, his breathing now audible. I swapped one for the other a few times, his cock pulsing up and down in response.
I wanted him in my mouth desperately now, my pussy was dripping wet with the thought.
