Morning Bliss, Her Morning Delight

The sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, painting golden stripes across the bed where my wife, Jessica, lay sleeping. It was a Saturday morning, around 8:30, and against all odds, I’d woken up before her. A rare occurrence, considering she was the rock of our family, taking care of our three amazing kids while I was away on business. She was a force of nature, a whirlwind of activity and love, always there to cook, clean, and keep us all afloat. It felt good to be the one initiating something for her, a small gesture of appreciation for everything she did. I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and headed for the shower. The hot water washed away the remnants of the previous night, leaving me feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day. After shaving, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and, without a shirt, made my way back to the bedroom.

Jessica was still lost in slumber, her breathing slow and even. I felt a surge of desire as I gazed at her perfect features. It was a primal urge, a deep-seated need to connect with her, to lose myself in her embrace. I decided to surprise her with breakfast, knowing that her favorite was turkey bacon, cinnamon rolls, and sunny-side-up eggs with fresh fruit. I whipped up the meal, pouring my heart and soul into every step. As I prepared her plate, I placed a small, velvet box on the tray, filled with her favorite diamond ring. I wanted to give her something truly special, something that reflected the depth of my love.

I carried the tray into the bedroom and gently woke her with a soft kiss on her forehead. “Good morning, my baby,” I whispered, my voice filled with adoration. “Oh my, you didn't have to…” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering open. "Ah, that's baloney, I did have to babe. You cook for all of us most of the time, the least I could do is cook you breakfast," I replied, giving her a playful nudge. She took a bite of the turkey bacon, followed by a sip of orange juice, her eyes widening in delight. We watched a little television together, enjoying each other's company. When she finished her meal, I helped her clean up, my hands lingering a little longer on her skin. “I’m so full, thanks babe. I love you so much,” she said, her voice soft and sincere. I leaned in and kissed her forehead again. “Yea I just wanted to do a little something for you but this is just the beginning for the day,” I teased, picking up the tray and bringing it to the kitchen. I cleaned up the mess, savoring the moment, and then headed back to the room.

As I entered, I saw her ripping off her sweatpants with a swift, confident movement. She pulled off my boxers with a playful grin, revealing my cock, which sprung out at her, almost hitting her in the face. “I’m gonna suck your dick so good until you cum in my mouth,” she declared, her voice filled with anticipation. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, her touch sending shivers down my spine, and began to lick down my cock to my balls. “Mmm, it's so thick,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “Yes, I know babe, suck my dick, Jess, suck it good!” I exclaimed, letting out a low groan as I clung to her long hair. She slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed her pussy, her movements becoming more urgent, her eyes locked on mine. She lowered her head and began to suck on my balls, her tongue exploring every inch of my flesh. I let out a moan, lost in the pleasure, holding onto her tight. She licked up my shaft, then kissed the head, her lips leaving a trail of moisture on my skin. She gave me a handjob while sucking on my head, her fingers twisting around my hard cock as she bobbed her head up and down, intensifying the sensation. I pushed her head down, and her beautiful blue eyes met mine. My breathing grew faster, and I knew I was on the verge of climax. She squeezed my balls, her grip firm, and said, "Cum in my mouth." I released my hot cum in her mouth, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. She swallowed it all, savoring the taste, and then bent down, flicking her tongue over the head of my cock. “Fuck baby, ahh,” I cried out, unable to contain my pleasure. “I couldn't let it go to waste, baby.” She opened her legs, and I inserted my fingers into her pussy, her muscles tensing around my hand. Her pussy was soaked, and she thrust her hips to meet my fingers, her body writhing with pleasure. I bent down and licked her sweet clit, my tongue tracing every curve and crevice. I flicked my tongue over her clit multiple times, teasing her into submission. She started moaning, her voice a desperate plea for more. I knew she was close to the edge, and I pushed her further, intensifying the sensation. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, and she cried out, “Ahh, Tyler, so good. I’m gonna…” “Yea, that’s right, say my name, Jess.” Her cum ran down my fingers as I continued to pump my fingers in and out, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. As she finally finished, we held each other close, lost in a shared moment of ecstasy. "Oh baby, what was inside the box?" she asked curiously, her voice breathless. I got up to retrieve the velvet box for her, handing it to her with a loving glance. "I hope you like it, baby girl," I said, kissing her head, my semi-erect cock poking her in the stomach. I gave her a lingering kiss, then retrieved the box from the kitchen, returning to the bedroom to continue our passion. As she put on her new diamond ring, her eyes sparkled with joy. “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” she whispered, hugging me tightly. She gave me a big hug and kiss, her heart overflowing with love for her husband. The sun continued to stream through the window, casting a warm glow on our bodies as we lay tangled together, lost in the afterglow of our shared pleasure.

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