As the morning arrives, the room slowly brightens with dawn. I wake, lazily stretching my body, careful not to disturb you. I watch you as you sleep, your hair partially covering your face, your breathing soft and regular. I put my head under the sheet and see your naked body in the gloom, the darkness of your nipples stands out on the whiteness of your breasts. I move lower, inhaling the aroma of our last night's sex, the mixture of our scents heady. My nose is close to your pussy, the smell of our cum and your pussy intoxicating, my cock stirs as memories flash in my head, of you, of me, of us.
You moan softly in your sleep, do you feel my presence? I listen, trying to hear your words...too soft, a whisper. As I place my head back on the pillow, I move your hair off your face gently, gazing at you, my cock now hard, my desire for you, my need for you increasing. I reach to my groin, rubbing some of our scent on my finger from my cock, and bring the finger close to your nose. I watch as you inhale...the smell of us. Your nostrils flair slightly, and I see the ghost of a smile on your lips.
You move, slow sleepy movements. I see your lips opening; the tip of your tongue visible and I place my fingertip near, almost touching your tongue. The tonguetip reaches and touches my finger, the ghostly smile widens. Your eyelids flutter, opening, looking at me. The mutual smile of welcome, of good morning. Your lips cover my finger, sucking, licking, tasting.