You wake ready. I’m always ready. The only question: Who will wake up first?
Am I going to be roused from slumber by your hot wet mouth on my relaxed nipples? Or will the sweet feel of your fingers dipping between my moist lower lips draw me from my dreams? If you gently prod me on the ass with your sunrise salute, I’ll shift and arch turning our spooning into melding. Let me feel your slowly working your way between my legs, sliding into the slick slot custom-sized for you. Our coupling is unhurried, comfortable with no rush. Just the easy back and forth motion that slowly builds, bringing us both to deep, satisfying orgasms within seconds of each other.
But what if that sliver of sun that sneaks through the curtains lands on my face before yours and I’m the first to greet the day? Shall I gently stroke your unconscious arousal with the tips of my fingers, coaxing you from sleep? Or should I worm my way down the bed and snack on your morning wood until I feel you stir? What if I skip straight to the main course by stealthily crouching on all fours and hovering above you, my breasts barely brushing your chest, before I encase your swollen cock in my soaked channel? Would you like waking to me impaled on you, rocking back and forth on your spear while flicking my nipples, massaging my clit and softly moaning? Yes?
Maybe we should try it sometime.