I sat on the bed beside you, gently stroking your cheek. You murmur softly and I saw a soft smile on your lips.

“Come on,” I said. “It’s time to get up.”

You groaned and tried to shimmy further under the sheets. You refused to open your eyes until you smelled the coffee. Slowly you opened your eyes and a broad smile crossed your face when you saw the mug in my hands.

You sat up, letting the sheet fall to your waist, and took the coffee from my hands. As you took your first sip, murmuring your contentment, I take in your body.

I love the look of you first thing in the morning - eyes half closed, hair all frizzy - natural. Beautiful. I don’t often let you sleep with close on. Sometimes I want you in the middle of the night and the time it takes to undress you is infuriating when I’m in that mood.

So, I was able to run my fingers over your bare skin and it was my turn to murmur in contentment. You lowered the mug and looked up at me. I saw the question in your eyes. Did I want to take you right then?

I smiled a resigned smile. “I wish I had time. I have to go into the office this morning.”

Your eyes darkened and your bottom lip popped out in a little pout. I couldn’t help but laugh. I brushed my hand over your cheek and you nuzzled your face into my hand.

“I’m going to take you out tonight,” I said, and the switch from pout to unabashed glee made me laugh again.

“Really?” You asked. “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” I answered. “It’s a surprise. You be good today, get your chores done, and I’ll take you somewhere really nice tonight.” I kissed you in the forehead as I stood. “Finish your coffee and get up. I’ve laid out your clothes and your schedule is on the kitchen table.”

You groaned an impetuous “Yes Sir”, but it was half hearted and I just smile at your early morning grumpiness.

I left you to get my things together for work. When I came back to our room you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth. Still naked. Still beautiful.

I stood in the bathroom doorway to watch you. I like the way your ass jiggles when you brush your teeth. When you bent over the sink to rinse your mouth out I stepped in behind you, pressed myself up against your ass, and ran my hands up and down your back.

You stood and leaned back into me. I slid my hands around to cup your tits. Your purred like a kitten as I teased your nipples. You pressed your ass against me, ground yourself against my dick in rhythm to my hands.

“I fucking love playing with this body,” I whispered into your ear.

I slid one hand down your stomach and between your legs, feeling your warmth and your wetness.

I let my fingers slid to either side of your pussy lips, gently massaging as I held your body tight against me. I ran one finger gently over your clit and between your lips, heard you gasp as your breath caught in your chest.

I took my time, letting my finger barely graze your clit. Slow and teasing. You tried you push yourself into my hand, grind your pussy against my finger, straining for more contact, but I held you firm against my body.

Slowly I slid a finger inside you. I love feeling inside you. I slid my finger out and traced it over your clit again. And again.

The fourth time I slid two fingers inside you, cupping your pussy, and letting the heel of my palm press against your clit. I worked my fingers inside you, massaged your clit with my palm. Gradually I increased my pace, smiling as I watched your face in the mirror.

You had your head leaned back on my shoulder, your hands behind my back, clinging to me for support. The way it made your body arch was an incredible work of art.

Five minutes and I could tell from your breathing you were getting close to the edge. I increased the pressure just a bit and rolled your nipple between the fingers of my other hand.

“Can I cum,” you asked.

I ignored you, kept my attention on what I was doing.

“Please,” you gasped. You were close. So close. “Can I cum, Sir?”

I stopped. Pulled my fingers from your pussy, wrapped both arms around your body and hugged you tight.

The look of betrayal on your face when you looked at me through the mirror did all kinds of things to me. I couldn’t hide my smirk as I kissed you on the cheek.

“The next time you cum, I want you to cum on my dick,” I said.

A wicked little smile crossed your lips. You slid your hands behind you, grabbed my dick through my pants. You gave me that questioning, doe eyed look through the mirror - the one you know I can’t resist.

When you started unbuckling my belt I grabbed your wrists. I kissed your cheek again and said, “I have to get to work, and you’ve got to get started with your day. Exercise first and then I have breakfast already laid out for you.”

I heard your frustrated muttering as I left the bathroom. The pleasure of it got me through the morning.