I am sitting on the edge of your bed, I came as soon as I got your e-mail that you didn't feel well. So I decide to make arrangements for you to get the day off with your manager. I made time to nurse you back to good health. Right now, I am dressed in a nurse's uniform with a stethoscope around my neck, fiddling with it absent-mindedly.
What I am really watching is you. You are sleeping before me, hmmm the wonderful length of you and I watch it appreciatively. I do not want to wake you up yet--you need your sleep. You mumble something about your job and turn over so you are face up. I almost cry as your morning wood shows wonderfully. I cannot stop myself as I reach under the covers, not disturbing you. I lay silently between your spread legs, stroking him gently with my soft hands. He gets even harder and you mumble something above me, I smile. When he is real instead of a natural response, I take him in my mouth.
Circling the tip with my tongue--knowing how you love it. I suck on him gently, licking and sucking his length the whole time. I am so into it--I do not hear your breathing change. I do feel you raise your head, looking at the bump under the covers that is me and surrender to the feeling and happiness I am creating, thumping your head back down on the pillow. I smile around you, knowing you are awake now. I feel your hands on my blanketed head, pushing me further onto him, making me take him deeper and faster. I take you from my mouth, licking him again, all along the length, spreading out my tongue, making you feel every inch. You shudder when my tongue leaves his velvety softness, so I put him in my warm wet mouth and start my sweet rhythm for you. I work him into my throat; harder and faster, just wanting to taste your come as the first thing this morning. You hold me tighter, pushing me further, crying happily as the orgasm rips through you as your first feeling of the morning. I suck him dry, pushing the come from him with my tongue, wanting every glorious drop for my own. You breath hard up above me and begin to normalize. I notice this is a good thing; you do not seem to have any breathing problems that would indicate sickness.
I am still sucking him softly, making your orgasm keep you twitching. You pull back the sheets and reveal me with a gasp; I was not expecting that. You see me laying between your legs, my short skirt hitched up, revealing white nylons, garters and the very bottom of the roundness of my ass. My hair is tousled from the sheet's movement and my efforts. I stare up at you: caught. You smile down at me, planning on how to punish the Cock-Sucking Angel in your bed.
