"Good morning," I say quietly.
"Mmmm....," is all you can manage as a reply.
"Sleep well?" I answer.
"Mmmmhmmmm...."
"Did you enjoy the evening?" I persist, as I try to awaken you.
"Incredible," you mumble.
I decide that this is going nowhere, and that I should take matters into my own hands, or, in this case, mouth.
I slowly descend beneath the sheets in the King Size bed until I'm between your legs. I take in your musk and kiss your pussy gently. You open your thighs slightly and the dance begins. I tongue you and gently flick the tip back and forth, then plunge it into you until I feel your hips join in the dance. You raise yourself and lower yourself, meeting my mouth as your needs become more insistent. I place my hand just under my chin and move my thumb to your opening, giving you both the sensations of my tongue and my finger, and then placing one of my fingers on your remaining little hole. By now, you are gyrating shamelessly.
"Fuck," I hear you say, and I simply answer by humming while I continue to tongue your pussy, finger your clit and press against your bum.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...." I hear you say. Now I am happy. That's a thing you do, saying a word over and other again. Your mind fixates and forgets everything else. While mumbling "fuck", your hands cradle my head, pulling me closer, deeper into your pussy. You're hungry to go over the edge.
"Uhhhhhhmph," you growl, and I know you're almost there. I increase the speed and the pressure until...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh.....myyyyyyy.........Gaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhd!" you howl. I hold everything still while you shudder and clinch and contract until your pulses and shivers and waves eventually slow down to a crawl, and then I hear you sigh with a sound of deep contentment. "I love morning sex," you whisper with your eyes closed, and that's the last word I hear from you, as I pull the blankets up and over you to make you warm.
You fall asleep, and I shower. I take the hotel pen and write a note on the pad of paper that's been placed on the desk. I put the note on the pillow next to you and take in the scene: You, sleeping after your morning orgasm, unaware of how beautiful you are in the morning light. "My God," I say to myself as I gaze at you. Silently, I listen to your even breathing, and then I carefully open the door and quietly step into the hallway, leaving you alone and sleeping as I head downstairs to the hotel restaurant for my morning coffee.
....
"Well, THAT was a nice way to start the day!"
I look up from the morning newspaper as I hear your voice, and there you are, radiant and clothed in a translucent, beach sarong.
"Yes, it was," I answer. "Good, you dressed for the pool."
