I wake up in the morning to the sound of birds chirping outside of my window. As the sunlight hits my eyes, my brain starts making a checklist of all my morning priorities. I stretch my muscles, and a yawn escapes my lips. I look over and see that you are still asleep.
I creep out of bed, letting you sleep. You spent a lot of time satisfying me last night, and you deserve your rest. I stalk my way to the bathroom. I turn on the lights, and wait for my eyes to adjust.
I turn on the shower, grab some fresh towels and a washrag, and brush my hair waiting for the temperature to get just right. I step into the shower, letting the water sluice over me, and the heat works at my muscles.
I wash my hair, rinse, work conditioner in, and clip it up in a twist. I look at my body washes, trying decide my mood for the day. I settle on Himalayan pink sea salt and water lilies. I pour a generous amount onto my pouf, and start working it into a lather.
I hear the door to the bathroom opening and footsteps coming toward me. I take my time soaping my body, letting you watch me. I let my hands glide over the parts of my body that you like most. My neck, shoulders, breasts, hips, thighs, puss, and ass all get special attention.
The glass shower door slides open, and you get into the shower stall with me. I smile at you, because this is one of my favorite things to do with you. You take the pouf from my hand, and use your other hand to turn me around.
You put the pouf on my back, and start massaging it in. I feel your hands kneading my muscles. I stand there, enjoying your ministrations. You back me into the spray letting it rinse me off. I feel your lips on the back of my neck. It sends little shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I step out of the water to make room for you to get wet. I grab your pouf and the bottle of Irish Springs bodywash. I take my time, lathering soap over your body, and rubbing it in to your muscles. I love the way that they twitch and ripple under my hands.
As the water washes the suds away, I leave little kisses on your skin. I brace myself against the wall, sinking to my knees. I rub the pouf between my hands, creating a thick lather. I drop the pouf onto the floor. My hands wrap around your cock and balls. I work the soap into your flesh. I watch as you brace yourself, letting your head fall back and moan.
I keep at it until all of the suds rinse away, and your cock is hard. I nuzzle my face against the soft flesh. I love the way it smells when it is freshly cleaned. I pull your balls up, and lick the underside of them, up the shaft, and all the way to the head.
I kiss the head of your cock, and suck on it like it is my favorite raspberry Tootsie Roll lollipop. I feel your hand cup the back of my head, and your fingers twine into my hair. I massage your balls as I work your head deeper into my mouth.
I feel your cock start to pulse. You pull my head back, forcing me to stop. "Not yet," you say. You put your hand out, and I place mine in it. You lift me up from the ground. You pull the clip from my hair, and use your hands to rinse the conditioner out of my hair.
When you are done, you nudge me towards the wall of the shower. I place my hands against it. Your fingers stroke up my puss, and I moan. I feel your hand spreading my lips apart. The head of your cock pushes against my entrance, and I moan in anticipation.