He woke up with a swollen cock but that wasn't anything new. His cock had been waking him up that way since he was a kid. Some mornings he was able to ignore it but most days a few hard strokes with a soapy hand in the shower helped relieve the pressure. Then there were mornings like today. His right hand wasn't going to do it this morning.
It was still very early, a steel blue haze hung outside their bedroom window. He looked at the alarm clock, he had plenty of time before he had to fight the traffic and face the paperwork piled on his desk.
He rolled over onto his right side, propping himself up on his elbow to get a better look at her sleeping body. Gently peeling the covers back from his wife's bare flesh, he loved when she slept nude beside him. He watched her breasts rise and fall from her slow deep breathing.
Licking his index finger, he slowly outlined the dark areola of her left breast. The sight of her nipple hardening under his touch was making his cock harden as well. Encircling her areola tighter, watching it come to life, her nipple standing tall. Licking his thumb and index finger, stroking her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers. A soft sigh, almost more of a moan, escaped her lips, as her body began to stir under his touch.
His fingertips followed the curve of her left breast, over the top, along the side, under her breast, lifting it slightly feeling the weight of it. The back of his hand sliding up between her breasts and then followed the same route around her right breast. Her right nipple was stiffening before his fingers reached it, as if knowing what was coming.
Without hesitating his hand began to travel down her stomach, around her bellybutton, over her soft round hips, his body moving closer to hers. The tips of his fingers began to drift closer and closer to her bare pink pussy; he loved the feel of her soft, tender pussy when it was freshly shaved. His cock began throbbing demanding to be given the attention it needed.
Very cautiously he slid along her body, down their bed to a familiar spot. Her skin was so soft under his firm kiss, his tongue gliding over her mound, her pussy smelled so sweet. Almost without any effort he parted her thighs, his lips pressing against her pussy, kissing, licking, nibbling on her, her bare lips so tender. Her body shifting under his touch.
His eyes, adjusted to the dim light, focused on her slumbering face. His tongue dove between her plump lips, riding up and down that long dampening slit from her clit to her deep hot pink hole. Her hips rolled under him, grinding up against his mouth, a long deep breathy moan rose from her. There it was, that smile he had been looking for crossed her lips, she drew her legs back spreading her thighs wider, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into her. Moaning louder, her hips thrusting hard against him.
Wrapping his forearms around her thighs, he did what she urged from him, his tongue plunging inside of her. Her back arched against his mouth, riding his tongue, her moans of pleasure becoming deeper. Spreading her wet lips to expose her engorged clit, it was his for the taking, just like the rest of her, the hood pulled back, her clit hard and begging to be sucked, flicked, bitten.
