A morning blowjob!

When Clay sleeps, the lines all smooth out of your face. Worry lines, age lines, even the laugh wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, disappear into pale softness. I was pressed against his back, asleep, my chest against his spine, my left arm flung over his waist. I wake hours before Clay would, if left to himself. Oh, but I am too cruel to let him sleep. I slide my hand down until it curls around his penis, soft in the morning sunlight. I wait, breathing softly on his neck, too softly to wake him. Soon, warmth of my hand and gentle pressure combine to begin to make him hard; a slow, delightful stiffening. Gentle, so gentle this must be. I don't want Clay to wake until I'm ready.

Now comes the difficult part. I must climb over Clay without waking him, and find a comfortable place halfway down his body, somehow without falling off the bed. He haves edged his way almost to falling off himself, so this is difficult. I must nudge Clay over, so slowly, hoping he will not wake or roll over into an imossible position. I am lucky this time, and he makes room for me, grumbling in his sleep.

He is still hard. My right hand slips down to cup his balls, hanging cool and loose in the morning. My tongue darts out to taste him, salty-sweet. I will know the taste of any man. He is somehow sweeter than any of my other lovers. I run my tongue up and down his hard length, flicking gently at the tip, caressingly lovingly at the base. My teeth close softly on his cock, and I wonder if he wills wake. But no, he sleeps on. Good. My mouth encircles his tip, squeezing gently, and traces of salt liquids linger on my tongue.

I begin to slide up and down, so softly. My right hand slides into his, above my head, over his heart. His heartbeat is getting faster. As I lick and suck and nibble, I begin to wonder if it's time to wake you. Now, as I rub my cheek against his cock? Now, as I run teeth along its length? Now, as I suck him so hard, go down so far, that I can feel him against my throat, and I am filled with his mimber.

And as Clay begins to clench muscles in his sleep and moves against my face I decide it is time, and raise my head only long enough to say his name clearly. "Clay!" Then he is awake, and his eyes lock briefly, startled, on mine before I dive back on him, my mouth plunging over his hard heat, over and over until the shock of waking is past and he is building and building towards the finish.

And there is no more need to be gentle, and suddenly Clay is slamming into me and cumming wildly, and I must swallow and swallow again until he is finished. He reaches down then and draws me up towards him, pausing only to kiss me briefly and say my name "Jen!," before sliding down to do the same to me. We are so beautifully matched; body to body. And my heart is pounding as his mouth encircles my hard clit, as he begins working my cunt. His mouth on my pussy, my heart in his hands.