The summer sun streamed in the window as I blinked myself awake. Hmmm, what was it that pulled me out of that dream? Ohhhhh. I grinned as I wiggled my ass against my snoozing husband's morning hard-on. 'Better than a glass of orange juice!' I thought to myself.
He was still breathing the sleep of the almost-innocent (in his case) as his hand found my breast and his fingers began squeezing my nipple.
"Morning," he mumbled into my shoulder.
"Good morning, sweetie," I chirped back.
He nudged me with his shoulder and I assumed 'the position,' lifting my head to allow him to wrap his arm around me so he could reach both my breasts at the same time.
His fingers wasted no time in teasing both nipples to pebbled hardness as I sighed and wriggled against him some more. I could feel his cock nudging against my ass, and squirmed in appreciation.
He nibbled my neck and continued to tease me until I began to whimper, already wanting to cum.
"Oh no, not yet," he whispered, giving me a gentle pinch. "I have other ideas this morning."
Uh-oh.
He unwrapped himself from around me, and pushed me onto my back. Okay, that's more like it! I spread my legs for him, making him chuckle.
"Relax, baby," he murmured. "I'm NOT thinking what you're thinking."
Oh?
He gave me a long, deep kiss, making me whimper and squirm again, then pulled away with a peck on my nose. He leaned away and pulled the covers down past my feet, exposing me completely.
I sighed, resigned to his ministrations, knowing exactly where this was going, and tried not to grin any bigger. His ego was insufferable already.
He started by gently sucking my nipples, back and forth, until I was moaning again. The only other sensation was the gentle stirring of the air from the ceiling fan. He chuckled as the goosebumps chased around my skin.
Eventually—it seemed like forever—he slid his hand down over my mound and slipped one finger between my pussy lips. I sighed in appreciation as he found my clit and began his teasing in earnest.
He knows my body entirely too well. Just a few well-placed strokes and my hips were moving in time. I could feel my clit swell from his attentions and knew it wouldn't be long—if I was very, very lucky.
Ha! No such luck! He removed his finger and grasped my right breast, squeezing me until my nipple stood up, then swooped in with his mouth and sucked until I thought the rest of me would be turned inside-out and drawn into his mouth.
I started to catch on after I started to moan again. Every time he got me to that point, he would stop and move on to something else, back and forth between my pussy and my breasts. He's evil like that.
Finally I couldn't stand it any more. I grabbed for his hand as he worked my clit again and tried desperately to use it as my own personal sex toy. He let me, for a few more strokes. Then, just as I could feel myself teetering on the edge of a much-wanted orgasm, he shook my hand off and sat back, away from me.
I'm not proud, I shrieked in frustration. He kissed me again and whispered "patience."
Yeah, right. That's not my name OR my preference.