I woke up like clockwork at 0545, my usual time. But that was the only thing that was usual about this awakening. My body was tightly spooned against an angel. An angel in the form of a woman. A woman who was not my wife.
The early morning light was stealing into the room. Denise stirred for a few moments. I was regulating my breathing, trying not to disturb her. She mumbled something and settled back down. I exhaled slowly. Her body was so warm. The ultimate in hot water bottles. I slowly inched the covers off of my back, letting her heat flow through me to the room.
I was immersed in the scent of her, and I felt my cock spring to full attention and nestle between her thighs. It was like being a teenage boy again. The thought of awakening her with a single, slow, deeply penetrating thrust had great appeal. But that would not be the act of a gentleman. And besides, I really needed to pee.
I left our bed slowly, willing her to remain asleep. In the bathroom, I had to stand there and think about anything but her so my erection would subside enough for me to empty my bladder. I looked up at the wallpaper seam that was just starting to curl, and that did the trick. My business done, I rinsed my hands and mouth and went back to join her.
The door hinge creaked a little as I closed it. She opened her eyes. A moment later, she smiled at me.
"Hi." she said in a soft, seductive voice.
"Hi." I smiled back at her. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, yes." she said.
"Me too. Did I snore?"
"Not enough to bother me."
"That's good." I said as I slid under the covers with her. I reached for her, but she evaded my grasp.
"You're not the only one who has to pee, silly."
"Hurry back." I said as I watched her glide through the doorway.
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Denise did not hurry back. I lay there, smiling, thinking about her. When she did come back, I could see it was worth the wait. She had found the travel bag she brought, and mined its treasures. She was dressed in a black silk mini-robe. Her long black hair hung down over it. Her high beams lit up my heart. The robe ended just where her ass cheeks met her legs. She was not wearing anything else.
"Oh wow!" I said as I sat up in bed to get a good look. My tongue might have been hanging out as I watched her twirl about the room. If it was, she didn't mention it.
"I see you like it." she giggled, gesturing at my rapidly firming erection.
"Only a dead man wouldn't like it. And I'm not dead." I climbed out of bed and took her in my arms. My palm found her nipple and I made slow circular motions as I kissed her good morning. My other hand was centered in the small of her back, and I pressed her body against mine, grinding my hips.
She broke the kiss. "Settle down, tiger. I'm in charge this morning. Lie back down on the bed. On your back. Spread your legs apart."
I smiled and saluted. "Aye, aye, captain." I did as I had been told.
She climbed up between my legs from the foot of the bed. She knelt there and slowly unfastened the belt of the robe. The robe fell open and her pert breasts and beautiful pussy lay open to my eyes. I made a motion to sit up, but she wagged her finger at me, and I settled back. She pulled the belt from the loops on the robe, and slowly slid it back and forth through her hands. I watched her without daring to blink.
She dragged the belt along the head of my cock and grinned at me. It felt so cool and smooth. It was her turn to tickle, and she teased my body using the ends of the belt. It was both delightful and intense. I felt like a bird mesmerized by a snake, unable to move. Her eyes were so dark and deep. She stopped suddenly, and beckoned me to sit up by curling her finger. I sat up. She brought her lips to mine and gave me a light kiss. And then she wrapped her belt around my head, covering my eyes.
She teased my nipple as she pressed me back to lie down. She moved off the bed, and walked over to the side. She reached under the bed for the restraints I had used on her last night.
"My turn.", she said. She quickly secured my wrists and ankles. I didn't resist. I didn't want to.
I was hers, and I loved the idea. Once I was secured, she ran her tongue along my body in long slow strokes, leaving long trails of cool wetness.
She straddled my chest with her face towards my feet. I could feel her weight on my chest, and I could smell the erotic aroma of a woman aroused. I lifted my head, straining my neck to try to find her.
She turned and slapped my cheek. Not too hard. Just enough to sting. "That's a bad boy, Tom." she chided. "Be still. "
"But I want to eat you." I pleaded.
"I know you do. I'm glad you do. But I will decide when."
She bent down and took my cock into her hands. She lifted it up. And then she bent down, gently licked the precum from the tip, and began to make love to my cock.
I thought that I had had good blow jobs before. Between two wives, two girlfriends, a bar in Manila, and a streetwalker car date in Stockholm, I figured I had pretty much explored the universe of fellatio. I was so incredibly wrong. I had never had a blow job like the one she gave me. It was the difference between a kids' piano recital and a pianist at Carnegie Hall. The difference between an English teacher teaching Shakespeare and Shakespeare teaching Shakespeare.
Her tongue teased every vein and every ridge. She opened the slit with her fingernails and blew gently. She walked kisses down one side and up the other. Her teeth slid along my shaft, dancing back and forth across the line between pleasure and pain. Her warm wet mouth surrounded it. She took it shallow. She took it deep. She blew cooling breaths all over it. She licked it like a hungry dog. She used her fingers to caress my balls. She did all this again and again and again.
It's easy in retrospect to calmly describe what she did. In the moment, I was anything but calm. No man can be calm when he is on fire. I was moaning and crying and begging and gasping and thrusting and bucking and more. If I had had a heart attack and died right then and there, it would have been OK with me. Other women had sucked my cock because I wanted it, or because I paid for it. Denise was into it. She was completely, totally, unambiguously into it. My cock was the center of her universe.
I warned her. I wasn't quiet about it. I shouted it out. "I'm going to cum!!" She pulled her mouth away and pinched the base of my cock. The explosive feeling subsided. She waited a while. Maybe she counted to a slow ten in her mind. She wriggled her ass up my body until her pussy found my hungry mouth.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." I cried out as my tongue licked her juices. My head rocked up as I tried to drive my tongue into her. She moaned. She ground herself into my face. I knew she loved it as much as I did. But she somehow summoned sufficient force of will to pull away and move back down my body. She bent down and took my cock into her mouth again. I felt her lips tighten around the head. She ran her teeth down the length of it. Up and down and up and down. She took her finger and touched my rosebud. That was the signal to launch. And then I exploded.
She took it all. All my cum might not have been that much, given what we had done the night before. But she took all I had to give. She sucked me dry, and turned herself around to face me. She smiled a radiant smile. And then she kissed me.
I opened my mouth as she kissed me. Her tongue pushed a glob into my mouth. A strange new taste and smell filled my senses. I knew what it was. It was the taste of me. The glob sort of floated around as our tongues danced. I pushed it back to her, and she broke the kiss. I saw her smile as she swallowed it with a visible gulp.
