You stirred gently as the morning light spilled through the curtains, your legs stretching instinctively—until you felt the heat of my mouth between your thighs.
I was already there, slowly kissing my way up, breathing you in like my first dose of oxygen for the day.
I let my lips trail over soft skin, letting my tongue move in teasing circles, never rushing—just savouring.
You moaned softly, your hips lifting slightly in invitation, and I held you there, arms wrapped tight under your thighs as I buried myself deeper.
Your taste, your warmth, the way you whispered my name like a plea—it was better than any alarm clock.
I didn’t stop until your hands were tangled in my hair and your thighs trembled around my head.
Only then did I finally look up at you, lips slick, grinning against her skin.
“Good morning,” I said. “Ready to really wake up now?”

I wanted to feel every inch of you waking up under my mouth. Your breath hitched as I teased my way closer, my hands firm on your hips, holding you steady. My mouth found you—warm, soft, already beginning to respond. I tasted you gently at first, like a slow sip of something forbidden. You sighed, hips shifting, body rising into it. I looked up at you and smiled against your skin, then dove back in, deeper, slower, wetter. Your fingers tangled in my hair, your thighs began to tighten around my shoulders as I worked you over with a steady rhythm. I knew exactly how to build that pressure—slow pulses of my tongue, just the right flick, a pause to breathe against you, then deeper again. You gasped when I sucked, when I flattened my tongue and pushed you toward the edge without letting you fall. Then I pushed two fingers inside you, curling just right, and your whole body arched. I didn’t let up—faster now, rougher, until you were moaning my name, back bowed, thighs trembling. I held you there, mouth locked on you, until I felt the wave crash through your body. But I wasn’t done. I pulled back just long enough to slide up over you, my cock hard and pressing against your soaked entrance. I didn’t ask. I didn’t wait. I pushed inside, slow at first so you could feel every inch, and then all the way, deep and full. Your nails dug into my back as I started moving, your breath ragged, body still pulsing from the orgasm I gave you with my tongue. Now I was fucking you—slow and deep, then harder, hips slamming against yours, every thrust driving you higher. You wrapped your legs around me, pulling me deeper, tighter, until all I could hear was the sound of your moans and our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. You wanted to be ruined this morning.
And I was here to make sure of it.