Mornings are the best part of the day in my opinion. It's fresh, untainted. The morning colors come through the windows. There's the smell of coffee brewing and pine from the cabin walls. You can also hear sound of the birds waking up to grab their breakfast, before the rest of nature wakes up and the birds become muffled. My morning is a cup of black coffee, with cream if I'm feeling it, and a book ready to read in the sunroom. It's calm and cozy.
I'm sitting in my recliner, reading as I hear my husband pouring himself a cup of coffee. He walks over to me to say good morning and holds a kiss to my lips for a few seconds. It's long enough to make me inhale and exhale with a pleasuring moan. He has the softest, sexiest kisses, making me feel aches between my legs. He backs his face slightly away and I reach up with one hand to grab his cheek, pulling his face back into mine to resume another kiss. I slip him a little tongue and pull away replying to him, "Good morning to you." We both smile and he takes his seat in his recliner across from me.
He grabs his coffee and drinks it. Looking out the windows, he admires the morning as I have. I had put my book down, switching to my coffee as well. I bring it up to take a sip, some coffee slips out of my lips and drips down my chin. I jerk myself forward out of reaction, hoping to clean it off before the coffee stains my t-shirt. Luckily I caught it and I rubbed my thumb across my chin to clean the rest of the coffee off.
My husband is looking at me and lets out a small laugh, but then asks if I'm alright. I let him know I'm fine and look over at him. His giddy expression turned serious as he licked his lips sitting back in his chair. The way he looked at me made me feel warm inside. He looks satisfied and hungry at the same time. He is so hot. His stare, his body language. He takes another sip of his coffee, staring at me with a smirk and I melt.
I put my coffee down and stare at it as the waves dance in the cup. A wave came up high, spilling some coffee out of the glass and onto the coffee table. I watched more coffee drip down the cup. Gathering his body language and realizing he won't stop staring at me, it's the hunger that turns me on. I want that coffee dripping down my chin to be his cum. The coffee spilling out of the mug, I want it to be his creamer. The thoughts make me tingle and ache down below.
I look over at him and stand to travel his way. He leans forward to place his coffee on the table beside him. Leaning back in his chair, he leaves his legs open as I kneel between them. My hands grab each of his thighs, sliding them to the middle of his crotch. I push one of my palms against his cock, and my thumb curls up into his balls. He takes a deep inhale and leans forward, kissing me intently. A hand came up to cup the back of my hair, pulling my head back as his tongue decides to penetrate my mouth. I keep gripping his hard dick, massaging it. Our kissing turned into seeing who could get their tongue down the other's throat the farthest. Both of our breathing was erratic. Eventually, my two hands find the button and zipper to his jeans, undoing them. I tug them open and he breaks our kiss, leaning back to pull his pants down. He gets them off and kicks them to the side.
He sat back down and grabbed my hair again, pulling my face to his dick. I open my mouth as his other hand holds it up for me and I take it down my throat. I push him in, all the way down, making his hand move. It slides under my chin to my neck, gripping it hard. My body stirs at the deprivation of air and the pressure from his hand around my throat. My eyes fill with water as I thrust into him. My body jerks more, electricity shotting out from my clit, out to my legs.
They start to buckle and my husband pulls me off his dick. I took the deepest breath, coughing and blinking as tears fall out of my eyes. He guided my mouth to his balls, not letting me take a break. I licked them in strokes. They were wet and salty from my tears. Sucking on them one at a time, over and over, I hear him moaning at the sensation, "Fuck," he says.
I lick his balls right up the middle, straight up his shaft, and meet the tip of his dick only to take it all in and send him deep into my throat again. I reach the bottom and stick my tongue out to lick his balls. He pushed me down hard, enjoying the feeling, then pulls me up only to push me back down again. The pattern becomes faster before I stop him. I take my mouth off his dick and my hand takes his shaft. I stroke it up and down while my tongue finds his balls. He pulls my hair hard, grunting and breathing heavily. One more time his cock is down my throat, he will be cumming.
His body tenses and his hand keeps my hair pulled tight, holding me down as deep as I can go. Warmth fills the back of my throat as he moans. After a few thrusts from his hips, he starts to let me up. I'm sucking and swallowing everything he shoots into my mouth. I work my way up slowly, licking my way up. He lets go of my hair and watches me clean his dick off. I can hear his breathing is deep but calming down. I get to the top of his dick, sucking the end clean before letting go.
My hands rest between his legs as I lean away from him. I look back to reach for my coffee and bring it up to my lips to take a drink. I looked up at him, smiling, "I wasn't sure if I wanted cream in my coffee this morning. I guess I don't need any now."