A morning meal

"Feed me"

It's a nice quick way to wake up, and she seems to like it, too. She almost jumps onto the bed and straddles my shoulders, her delicately coiffed pussy looming in my sight. As she leans back, I take her hips in my hands and move her flower to my lips. I begin to lap at her entrance, the first contact drawing an sharp breath from her chest. After circling once, twice, I dive in, penetrating her strong, but yielding, boundary and tasting the warmth within. Pressing her vulva against my face, she begins to gyrate slowly.

But the day is young. I lift her lithe hips from my face and she complies, sitting to one side to allow me to stand. As I put on my robe and head to the bedroom door she follows -- she must want her breakfast.

I go through the usual morning routine -- coffee and an egg for me, a bowl of cereal in the kitchen for Lydia. When she's done she pads off to her bathroom. I finish my breakfast, clean up, and get dressed. I have a surprise in store!

I hope he wants me to feed him; I feel empty and a little dry and he always warms me up. He does! Trying not to seem too eager, I climb on top of him and hover my sex over his face. As I finish getting in position, he holds me and pulls me closer. Then his tongue touches me, the touch I was lusting after. Deeper, and it's like he's scooping out my essence. I can hardly hide my arousal and my body wants to push down against him but I hold back, while he delicately probes me.

Before it's begun, he's finished and up and out of bed. Which means breakfast! The cereal fills me up and, as I always do after eating, I head to my little bathroom to pee and clean myself up. I hear him moving around the house, making the kind of sounds that usually mean he's leaving, so once I'm done I position myself near the door so I can see him off.