Morning Song

When you sleep, the lines all smooth out of your face. Worry lines,
age lines, even the laugh wrinkles at the corner of your eyes that I
see all too rarely, disappear into pale softness. I was pressed
against your back, asleep, my chest against your spine, my left arm
flung over your waist. I wake hours before you would, if left to
yourself.

Oh, but I am too cruel to let you sleep. I slide my hand down until it
curls around your penis, soft in the morning sunlight. I wait,
breathing softly on your neck, too softly to wake you. Soon, warmth
of my hand and gentle pressure combine to begin to make you hard; a
slow, delightful stiffening.

Gentle, so gentle this must be. I don’t want you to wake until I’m
ready.

Now comes the difficult part. I must climb over you without waking
you, and find a comfortable place halfway down your body, somehow
without falling off the bed. You have edged your way almost to falling
off yourself, so this is difficult. I must nudge you over, so slowly,
hoping you will not wake or roll over into an imossible position. I
am lucky this time, and you make room for me, grumbling in your sleep.

You are still hard. My right hand slips down to cup your balls,
hanging cool and loose in the morning. My tongue darts out to taste
you, salty-sweet, indescribably you. I would know the taste of you
anywhere. You are somehow sweeter than any of my other lovers.

I run my tongue up and down your hard length, flicking gently at the
tip, caressingly lovingly at the base. My teeth close softly on your
cock, and I wonder if you will wake. But no, you sleep on. Good. My
mouth encircles your tip, squeezing gently, and traces of salt liquids
linger on my tongue.

I begin to slide up and down, so softly. My right hand slides into
yours, above my head, over your heart. Your heartbeat is getting
faster. As I lick and suck and nibble, I begin to wonder if it’s time
to wake you. Now, as I rub my cheek against your cock? Now, as I run
teeth along its length? Now, as I suck you so hard, go down so far,
that I can feel you against my throat, and I am filled with you.

And as you begin to clench muscles in your sleep and move against my
face I decide it is time, and raise my head only long enough to say
your name clearly. Then you are awake, and your eyes lock briefly,
startled, on mine before I dive back on you, my mouth plunging over
your hard heat, over and over until the shock of waking is past and you
are building and building towards the finish.

And there is no more need to be gentle, and suddenly you are slamming
into me and cumming wildly, and I must swallow and swallow again until
you are finished. You reach down then and draw me up towards you,
pausing only to kiss me briefly and say my name before sliding down to
do the same to me.

We are so beautifully matched; body to body. And my heart is pounding
as your mouth encircles my hard length, stroking fiercely from base to
tip.

Your mouth on my cock, my heart in your hands.