Oral in the Morning

This morning she surprised me
Naked from last night
I opened my eyes to her hands, her body
Already on me

I answered her kisses
Found the perfect curve of her hip
The opulence of her end
Muscled into the deep flesh
While I pulled her nipples into my mouth

She slid through the blankets
Pale and dangerous as a snake
She teased me
I threw off the blankets to see her face
Her eyes looked up at me
Tongue flick

Oral in the morning
A nice way to wake
She held my gaze as she ran a tongue
Up and back and down
I grabbed her chestnut hair
Wanting more, but
Slowly

Languidly she started
A little at a time
Like she might stop, lose interest
Any moment

But she warmed to the task
Both hands starting to work
Firm on the shaft and playful with my balls

“You learn that from your other lovers?”
She took a few licks before:
“Maybe.”
And then she took it all in
Each plunge a thrill of tongue and lips
Squeezing, finding new nerves

My ass tensed
I grabbed her hair again and thrusted
Faster
Our breath came swiftly
My stomach, legs, arms all tensed

Everything focused on the in and out
The straining tensity building
My mind emptied
Sharp intake of breath

The edge of about to then
the certainty
Vigor bucking my whole body
filled with
warm ardor, ecstatic release

She took it neat and smiled her accomplishment
In the afterwards I pulled her up and stoked her
Stupid grin on my face
“You still like me best?”
“I do—” she said, climbing onto my chest
“Use that tongue for more than silly questions”
And she sat on my face