A morning snack

I’m happy to listen as she starts with soft kisses along my lower abs, tracing the v where muscle meets hip. Her tongue flicks out and I twitch a little from the tickle. She works her way inward, placing kisses on the base of my shaft, then along the underside, following the thick vein that’s pulsing under her lips. Every touch makes me twitch, and precum beads up at the tip.

When she finally reaches the head, she wraps her lips around the very tip, flutters her tongue over it a few times, sucking down what’s bubbled up and humming like it’s the best thing she could have for breakfast. Then she looks up again, holding my gaze, and takes me into her mouth.

Fuck.

The warmth of her mouth is immediate and feels good, but it’s the look on her face as she does it that’s overwhelming. Her lips seal around me tightly, showing off just how soft and plush they are. Then she sinks down. There’s no rush in what she’s doing, but she manages to take half my length down her throat on the first pass. Her tongue stays pressed flat against the underside, dragging along the sensitive ridge on the way down and then as she pulls back up. The next time she sinks down, she makes sure to go even deeper. The look on her face says she’s savoring it, moaning softly around me so the vibration shoots straight to my balls.

I know I’m supposed to just be relaxing, but I can’t help grabbing a fistful of her hair. I watch in awe as her full lips stretch around my girthy member. Her lips look even plumper than they did last night, and I’m guessing they’re swollen after all of her efforts. The flush on her cheeks and the wild, messy hair somehow that makes it hotter. She doesn’t have the same polished look she did when we went out last night. This is the Sofia I’d catch glimpses of when I’d deliver food to her, the version that wears comfy clothes around the house and chases after her kids. She looks raw and real and hungry for me.

With the teasing done, she starts a steady rhythm. Up and down, swirling her tongue, hollowing her cheeks on the upstroke. Sofia clearly means business now, and one hand wraps around the base she’s not focusing on with her mouth, stroking in time with her bobbing head. The other cups my balls, rolling them gently, then tugging. Saliva drips down my shaft, making everything slick for her working hand.

“Jesus, Sofia…” My voice is wrecked. “Your mouth…”

She pulls off, slurping at the tip for a second, and stroking me firmly with her hand as she catches her breath. A thin string of saliva connects her lower lip to the head of my cock.

“You like watching your cock disappear down my throat, don’t you?” she asks, breathlessly. “Do you want me to take it all, papi? Do you want to see my lips stretching around my new toy?

All I can do is groan and nod my head yes.

“Good.” She grins with a single huff of a laugh.

When she takes me back into her mouth this time, though, she takes me down to the root. I feel the head hit the entrance to her throat, then the constricting squeeze as she gives one little twist and my head pops past. In seconds I feel the clenches of her swallowing with her nose in my pubic hair. She gags just a little, and I can see her eyes watering as she tries to look up at me, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she holds her ground for several seconds, until the thick saliva that’s building starts to seep out of the corner of her mouth. Pulling back and wiping away the spit to use it as lube for her hand, she starts bobbing with gusto.

The sounds are nothing more than obscenely wet slurps, accompanied by her enthusiastic moans and my ragged breathing. My hips start to lift off the bed on instinct to push as deep as I can, providing shallow thrusts she eagerly meets. Her free hand grips my thigh for some amount of control, and the grip of her other hand tightens as she works me harder and faster.

In no time, I’m dangerously close. The pressure builds low in my spine, preceding my balls tightening in her palm.

“Sofia… fuck–I can't–”

She mumbles something unintelligible around my cock in encouragement, but the meaning is clear enough. She looks me straight in the eye, gripping my cock and balls. One more deep suck with her tongue pressing hard against the underside, and I lose it.

I cum with a choked groan, jerking my hips while I release everything that’s built up since last night into her mouth. Pulse after pulse, it’s hot and thick. Just like last night, she never flinches, but takes every drop, swallowing greedily, and milking me with her lips and tongue until I’m shuddering and overly sensitive.

When she finally pulls off, with a final string of cum connecting us, she licks her lips, looking smug and satisfied. I’m still catching my breath, when she kisses my jaw. Lying along my side, she drapes a thigh over my legs, and we lie there. She looks at me with a smile, clearly pleased with the effect she has on me, and how fast she can push me to orgasm when she tries.

Closing my eyes, I take a second to regroup while Sofia scratches light circles over my chest. I could almost go right back to sleep after that when I hear her giggle and feel her hair move. I open my eyes and see her looking down my body once again.

“I must’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in my twenties. Does that thing ever go down?” she asks, incredulously.

“Well, it’s not like you lying on me naked is really helping at all,” I tell her honestly with a grin and a shrug.

Reaching down, Sofia squeezes my erection as if she’s double-checking just how hard it actually is. It’s practically as hard as it was before she started. With an over-the-top sigh, she sarcastically proclaims, “Fine, I guess I can suffer through some morning sex.” Then she gets a big smile, kissing my chest, and swings her leg over me fully to try again.

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