Amy [ Slow Burn, Day 3 ]

Dawn's light filters through my windowpanes, but the first sensation in my conscious, waking mind, is not sunlight. It is a warm, aromatic musk in my nose, and a touch of warm velvet on my lips. My eyes flutter slowly, a thick cock in my focus.

By now, I recognise the meat in front of me, and the taste as I lick my lips, and the crown, confirms it. My eyes flutter up, and I smile at Amy as she rolls her hips, and slides into my mouth. Amy sighs, smiling. “Morning, my little sunshine slut.”

I moan softly around her cock, unable to talk with her in my mouth, but it doesn't matter. Her fingers stroke into my hair until she cups the back of my head. I roll my tongue around her cock and suck quietly, still laying on my side, still covered.

Amy lets out a low coo of contentment, a symphony of satisfaction that fills my ears. It's her happiest sound, and one that I know well, but haven't heard as often as I'd like. Her hips sway forward slow, not so much thrusting in as simply gliding.

As soon as her crown breaches my throat, I swallow on it. She sways, only, until her smooth jewels come to rest delicately against my chin. I hold my breath on her cock, looking up at her and letting my eyes do the smiling that my lips cannot.

I focus on her, and she looks down into my eyes as she lets me hold my breath on her meat. For a moment, neither one of us moves, before she slowly slides herself back, freeing her meat from my throat. I breathe her in, her scent flooding in.

“I told your parents I wanted to feed you breakfast in bed,” she tells me, “They said they liked the idea. You've been good. You deserve to, occasionally, get to eat in bed. They're having breakfast already. The twins will come in when I come out.”

I moan soft, rolling my tongue around her crown before she slides herself to the hilt once more. Her sway is slow, delicate, taking her time to let me enjoy her meat. I nurse lovingly on it, swallowing repeatedly until her nuts touch my chin again.

Amy purrs with arousal, yearning, but she restrains herself. For a few minutes, it is just the two of us, Amy's hips pumping slow and sweet, until her cock starts to pulse. She resists, and she edges herself for several minutes, to feed me a bit more.

Her eyes remain focused on mine, her hips rolling. I can feel Amy pacing herself, ensuring I always have ample air, and I'll not need to hold my breath long on her. I appreciate the warm, sensual way she is approaching feeding me, this morning.

For about fifteen minutes, Amy rides my mouth, until her cock starts to pulse. She pushes herself in, then draws herself a bit back, looking down at me, beaming bright. “Do you want to drink it or do you want me to holster myself completely?”

I wriggle a little, sliding one arm out of the blankets, between her legs. I bend my arm and cup one cheek of her ass, as she isn't removing herself from my mouth to let me talk. I cup her cheek, and pull her toward me gently. Amy nods, smiling.

“All the way in it is!” Amy answers, swaying forward until her balls touch my chin. She holds my head steady, then eases her feet closer to my bed, and bucks her hips, hard. Her jewels slide into my mouth, my throat conforming to her shape.

I swallow around her meat, caressing her jewels with my tongue. I focus my eyes on the simple trapezoid of flawlessly-groomed, dark brown hair, right in front of my eyes, and her soft skin. I swallow rhythmically, working for Amy's milk.

Amy holds still, cupping the back of my head and purring, receptive to my service as she feeds me. Only when the pulsing ends, and I've swallowed a few times more, her hips retreat from my face. She strokes my cheek, and I remain in my bed.

“Okay. I'll send the twins in, now,” Amy says, bending down and kissing my temple, “I love you, slut.” Then she turns and walks out. I'll have to get up, eventually, but this whole breakfast in bed thing? Damn. It's nice! I am definitely liking this.