I woke thinking of you asleep next to me. I just know you always look so sexy even when you’re just lying there, not even trying to be. Your pretty face. Your lips. Your ass. Your thighs. Just, you.

I’d like to imagine in a moment such as that, with us, there is no wondering or guessing. No hoping or wishing. You’re mine.

So my hand slides down the back of your panties until curving under you so that my palm is cupping your pussy. You’re so warm and soft. You stir awake as I’m massaging you and kissing your neck, and you begin moving your hips so you’re grinding into my hand—always ready for me.

Once I feel you’re nice and wet for me, two fingers slide inside of you. I love finding out that you’re even more soaked than I thought you were. Your cum feels so good. Warm. Creamy. Your pussy is so soft.

Your hand slides down the front of your panties to find your clit, and your head turns back to me so we can lock our lips together. Moments later and your breathing is playing that rhythm I know so well. I break our kiss while my other hand wraps around you and finds your throat as I whisper into your ear.

Cum for me.

My hold around your neck tightens a little. My leg, now wrapped around you, flexes against you tightly, holding you in place. You’re not squirming away from me.

You're so close... fucking cum for me.

And you do. Because you’re good for me. I tell you so and how proud of you I am that came so nice and hard for me as my soaking wet fingers slide out of your pussy, and my middle finger slooowly slides into your ass. Feeling you open up for me, my finger soaked and filling you, I can’t get enough of exploring your body. Taking control of you. Pleasing you. I tell you to bring your fingers from working your clit up to my mouth so I can taste you. You know how hungry I always am for you; never not wanting as much of you as I can get.

I suck every bit of your cum off your fingers that I can.

You’re so fucking good.

My finger slides out of you before I slip my shorts off and turn you by the shoulder so that you’re on your back. I shift up and climb on top of you, my thighs on either side of you, straddling your face. My hips move so that my cock finds your mouth and you open gladly for me. Of course you do. You always do.

Slowly, I’m fucking your mouth, your pretty eyes looking up at me. It’s not rough. It’s slow and gentle, but with moments where I make you take me in the very back of your throat. In those moments, I pull out of you to let you catch your breath and slide my cock over your face allowing you time before you’re ready again. It’s not done in a rough way. It’s—in a way that few probably understand though we do—done intimately. Softly, I’m painting your face with my precum and your spit. Making sure you’re covered in the same manner and with the same concern as I would when pulling the covers over you while you’re napping.

My cock slides back inside of your mouth. Your mouth always feels so good and you always look so fucking pretty looking up at me with my cock in your mouth. That look of affection and submission and trust.

My hips begin speeding up. My fingers finding your hair. You know I’m getting close. All the signs are there — my grip on you locking, my cock swelling inside your mouth, my thighs tightening, my moans for you in a deeper register.

And then I release everything I have into your mouth. All that cum. Throbbing inside of you, pulse by pulse. Struggling to even keep myself up right, laughing as my sensitivity increases and those endorphins fill my brain, always somehow still surprised at just how amazing it is to cum for you. How well and hard you make me cum. How good you are for me.

I climb off of you and softly kiss your forehead while you’re running your tongue over your cum-covered lips.

You’re so good for me.

I settle into you nice and comfortably. Not beside you, but between your thighs; I haven’t had enough of you yet and you cumming against my mouth with your hand on the back of my head is one of my favorite things. I want you to go about your day constantly thinking how good my mouth felt on your pussy; to have those intrusive thoughts while you’re with your family of how good my tongue felt against your clit. Working you. Massaging you. Owning your pussy with my mouth. I want you wet for me all day, Joyce.

Your panties are pulled to the side for me and my arms are wrapped under each thigh. Fuck. Your pussy is just… I love it. It’s perfect. Just the smell of all your cum waiting for me is enough to drive me wild for you. That first lick is always so, so good. Long and slow. Tongue flattened wide against you, trying to taste as much as I can all at once; so fucking greedy for you. How can I be both getting exactly what I crave in this moment yet still desperate for it? For you.

And you feel it, that greediness. You feel it in the way my tongue explores you and how it plays and rolls along your skin. How I massage your clit, slow yet steady. Firm yet tender. A hand pushes from underneath your thigh, lifting it up so I can get a better angle as well as deeper into you.

My tongue, flat and wide, now against your ass and my other hand finds your clit. Now you’re close for me. I love feeling your asshole move as your pussy contracts and your hand now pushes more pressure on the back of my head, pulling me tightly into you.

Your moans are everything. Somehow soft but loud, slutty but sweet. They’re perfect and they’re all for me. Your whole body tightens. I feel it. The tension and locking of your muscles. And then that wave that makes you completely release, followed with quick, short pleasurable jolts of sensitivity and pleasure. I hear you giggling and I place one last, soft kiss just above your pussy where your skin is always so soft and tender.

I cuddle beside you and your arms wrap around me. The light is breaking into the room more and more and glistening on your cum-covered skin. Our fingers interlock and I smile at you, telling you how fucking pretty you look this morning.

Good morning, baby.