It is the morning after our first night together. After a very long night of making love in every style and position we could think of, you are sleeping soundly. I wake early as usual and want to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I make pancakes and load the tray with them, juice, coffee, maple syrup and a can of whipped cream and carry it into the bedroom.
Putting it on the dresser, I pull back the covers to wake you. You must be having and erotic dream, you have a good start at an erection. I can't resist it. My tongue comes down to lick around the tip, poking at the eye, flickering across it. Down your length to your balls, tracing the outline of them through the sack.
I think to myself, 'how could he sleep through this. He must be playing possum.'
But I am enjoying it so much, I continue. I lick my way back up your rigid cock, sucking in the tip and slowly down your length. My hands caressing your balls. I start to suck harder and faster as I get more excited myself. I feel your balls tightening, I know it wont take long now. Faster and faster, my mouth slides down over your cock. Until you finally shoot deep in my throat, almost making me choke. Swallowing it, sucking you dry. I look up and see you watching me with a smile on your face and so much love in your eyes.
I climb up besides you, lying in your arms, kissing you.
'Good morning love, I bought you breakfast. I just had mine.' I laugh.
