One Special Morning

Transcript

Most days, I wake up with such a hard cop. I mean, some days it just stays really hard and just refuses to go back down and other days it's just sort of a passing little phase. Today was one of those former days.

I mean, I tried to stay in bed. I tried not to move and try not to bother you. I tried not to fall back asleep, but the sun was already hitting the blinds.

My cock was throbbing in my shorts. My shorts that were stretched tight over its length. No matter what I did, what I tried to think about, how hard I tried to just close my eyes and go back to sleep.

It was futile. Lying on my stomach, I mean, it just made it worse because I found myself edging and grinding into the bed. I didn't want to wake you up.

You looked so peaceful over there. And even on my back, that top sheet would rub against it somehow. Eventually, I just couldn't keep my hand off it.

It just felt too good. So I sat there, just holding it, my hand wrapped around it, squeezing it in my hand, feeling it throb. I guess at this point I knew there was no going back.

I wasn't going to be falling asleep. I was going to need to come. And although it felt so good just laying there, knowing you were asleep next to me, while my hand was on my cock, slowly stroking it, I made a decision.

I very, very slowly, very, very carefully swung my legs over the side of the bed, taking extra precaution to avoid any unnecessary noise, anything that might awake my princess or disturb her peaceful sleep. You looked so beautiful painted in the sun rays. That wasn't helpful at all in this situation because all it did is remind me of last night.

How bad I wanted you and waited for you and then had you. I'm surprised I even woke up this early. I slowly tiptoed around the large queen-size bed, your side closer to the windows, only a few feet from the wall.

I found myself standing right next to you, watching your chest heave in your sleep, looking at your pretty face, how peacefully you looked with your eyes closed as you laid on your side. Could you imagine if you opened your eyes right at that very moment and saw me standing there, my cock throbbing, thick, pressed against my belly, held there only by the elastic band of his shorts, only inches from your face? I'm not sure exactly how you would react, but the thought of it, the thought of it alone made me twinge again.

I found myself standing there, looking at you, my cock in my left hand moving up and down the length of my shaft over those thin, athletic shorts. I found my right hand moving closer to your sleeping face. I found my fingertips finding your hairline and slowly, carefully, trying not to wake you as the feeling of your soft skin caused my cock to twitch even more.

I found my fingertips tracing around your face, around your ear, underneath your jaw. I'm glad you're such a sound sleeper. At this point, I couldn't help myself.

I slid that elastic band over, releasing that cock from its container, feeling it harden even more as the cooler air found it. Feeling it so close to you, I could almost feel your body heat, the body heat from your skin and your face close to it as I continued stroking it. The knuckles on my left hand less than an inch away from your face.

And as I swayed back and forth, thinking about how much I loved fucking you while I'm standing here stroking this cock, my knuckle accidentally grazes your bottom lip and I see your eyes. They twitched. I think I awoke you.

I think I awoke you by accident. But I can't help myself. I'm a bad boy, a terrible, terrible boy because what I am doing to you is wrong.

No. I shouldn't take this cock and I shouldn't place it against those lips and I shouldn't move up and down on my toes, letting it draw across your pretty sleeping face like that. And I don't know if I'm imagining this or you saw what was happening this whole time and were playing along, but at this point it doesn't matter.

All I know is I watched those pretty, pretty lips part ever so slowly. I made sure I angled my cock, still throbbing and aching, aching to release. I angled that fucking cock right between your lips.

The feeling of the warmth of your mouth, the edge and tip of my tongue, pressed between your lips, first feeling your teeth as I swayed more, feeling you open that mouth, allowing me full access, feeling your warm saliva, feeling your tongue drenching the tip of my gong. I could feel the pre-cum emerging from my cock. That unbelievable feeling of you half asleep, me slowly fucking your mouth, my right hand combing your hair back, tiptoeing slightly closer, placing my palm on that pretty cheek, my fingers wrapped around your ear, moving my hand in slow circles.

I can almost feel my cock through your skin as I'm swaying back and forth. You must be awake. I can feel you pressing down those lips around my cock.

I can feel the flat of your tongue moving across the underside of my gong. I wonder if you're even wet. I wonder if you're even turned on, because fuck if I'm not.

I find myself taking my right hand and placing it slowly behind your head as I start thrusting harder inside your mouth, pulling myself back, watching my legs slightly pulling across your lips, feeling the suction of yours around my head before pressing back inside. Your face cover. I can tell there's a small smirk on your face.

I can suddenly see your hips. They're twitching much like mine has been. You're almost doing this.