The sun poured in through Tony’s large bedroom window in the morning. He hadn't pulled the curtains the night before. I had a feeling Tony regularly woke up with the sun. His calm and meditative aura was of someone who worked out and walked his dog before most of the city even woke up.

His body surrounded me; I was his little spoon. As I batted my eyes open, I wiggled my toes and stretched my appendages. Tony had a powerful bicep wrapped around me, his large hand was resting on my soft stomach. The last thing on my mind was self consciousness. Every part of both of our bodies was supple in this moment, all our muscles were fully relaxed.

Tony hummed a good morning “Hhmmm” in my ear. We were both hovering in the state between sleep and awake. The morning sun was so warm that he cast off the covers, allowing our skin to bask in the light together. I wished I could have taken a photo of this exquisite moment of intimacy to keep forever.

I placed my palm over Tony’s hand to reciprocate the cuddle in the laziest way. I was blown away by the sex we’d had last night, I would need some time to recover physically from that ride. I lay in his arms, refusing to be the first to move.

I was about to drift back asleep when Tony’s dog Akita jumped up in the bed. It was such a delightful surprise we both laughed. Tony swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up to give Akita proper attention before following her to the kitchen for food. I heard him put on a pot of coffee as I slipped into his ensuite for a shower.

My core was sore was as I stepped into the shower. My muscles were stiff, recovering from being drained the night before. My pussy tingled with tender spots from the stretching and pounding it had received. The warm water soothed my raw folds. I gingerly washed around them, scrubbing Tony’s ejaculate out from my crevices. I soaked my hair and wiped off my makeup with his body wash, excited to spend the day smelling like his woodsy scent.

I felt like a new woman stepping out of the shower. I wrapped myself back in the robe Tony had lent me during the night and joined him in the living room. I limped slightly and took small steps, knowing any major movements would send aches through my body, especially between my legs. This small inconvenience was a small price to pay for the indescribable thrill of Tony obliterating my pussy last night.

“Good morning,” he purred, his deep voice made my heart skip a beat. He offered me a coffee in a hand painted ceramic mug. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and boxers, looking delectably casual.

Tony must have noticed me limp slightly as I nestled into my favourite plush loveseat. “How are you feeling?” he asked with slight concern.

“I feel amazing. Just a little sore, but it’s fully worth it.”

“Oh dear,” he sympathized. He stepped forward and leaned over the chair, propping himself up over me with his hands on either arm rest. He kissed my forehead and nose.

“Do you want me to take a look?” he asked cheekily. He puffed his chest and examined me in a playfully authoritative “the doctor is in” trope. My sex throbbed with arousal mixed with mild pain. It was a confusing and intriguing feeling, and I couldn’t resist Tony’s offer.

I put my coffee to the side to answer Tony’s question. I untied the robe and flashed him my bare physique. He got down on his knees in front of me, uncrossed my legs, and effortlessly lifted my calves up on his shoulders. We made affectionate eye contact and he beamed at me reassuringly from between my legs before turning his face to my junction. I trusted him, his sexual intuition had never been wrong so far.

Tony’s warm breath felt amazing as it soothed my clit. He didn’t waste time messing around, he placed the faintest kiss on my slit. My nerve endings exploded with a mix of pleasure and pain. Tony’s plump lips kissed delicately along each fold, finding every tender spot and treating it to a gentle caress.

I couldn’t tell if he was seeking atonement for causing me pain, but I was grateful for whatever motivated him to go down on me in that moment. I realized Tony couldn’t bare the thought of my last moments with him being in discomfort, no matter how trivial.

Tony pulled at my labia with the warm, wet softness of his inner lips. This made any soreness dissipate like fog clearing in the hot sun. My stretched out slit pulsed in a dull throb, which Tony eased with his pillowy lips. He kissed my sensitive opening. I flinched slightly from an initial pique that shocked through my body, but his creamy kiss was the best pain relief I’ve ever experienced. My breath slowed and deepened as I was subdued by his oral skills.

I leaned into the high back of the loveseat, once again melting in his presence as I ran my hands through his salt and pepper hair. I moaned with relief. Tony transitioned from his tame kisses to light, broad licks. He showed incredible restraint, ensuring to ease me into every movement so as to not hurt me in the slightest.

He continuously ran his limp tongue ever so slowly from the bottom to the top of my pussy. With each lap, he considerately lingered for an extra second on my clit, until eventually he focused most of his attention on my sensitive nub.

I was dripping with juices and audibly moaning with each exhale by now, giving Tony the signal that his efforts were working. He was still barely stroking me with a feather touch. I could handle more, so I placed my hands around his broad shoulders and pulled his frame closer into me, forcing his face firmly into my cunt. Tony’s day-old stubble scratched an itch on my inner thighs I didn’t even know I had.

“Yes, yes, YES,” I affirmed, letting the words out in moans and breathy gasps.

Tony understood and upped the intensity. He switched between quickly flicking my clit with a pointed tongue and mouthing my crevice with his silky vermilion.

Tony’s hands held me around the hips so he could feel my physical reactions as my torso bucked and convulsed. The tiniest caress of his tongue on my pearl made my entire body wriggle uncontrollably.

My body tensed, ready for release. Tony suctioned his lips on me, suckling the bit he knew would make me scream. He was getting to know the nuances of body, remembering the hot spots and anticipating what I wanted.

“Don’t…. stop….” I managed, on the edge of cumming.

His tongue kneaded my clit as he continued to suck my lower lips. I whimpered with delight as my cunt quivered. My hips grinded into his face. I burst with a head-splitting orgasm. Every sensation – pleasure, pain, lightness, tingles, aches, relief, bewilderment, joy – washed over me at once in the most complex climax I’d ever experienced. My voice raised into a wail that surprised even me.

I held Tony’s head in place as I crested. He drank my nectar up, lapping his tongue methodically around my twitching crevice and intensifying my orgasm with his continued caresses. I clung to the height of my satisfaction for a fleeting moment.

Tony placed one final kiss right on the pool of moisture between my legs. His work here was done. I was blissfully sedated. I engulfed myself back in the cozy housecoat, curled up in a small mound in the chair. We both went back to our coffees so we could start our days. I hoped Saturday mornings together would become a tradition.