Sunlit Slumber's Secret

He was laying so quietly in bed, the late morning sun streaming through the white curtains, casting a warm glow on the bed. The blue sheets were tangled on one side, riding low on the other, hinting at a restless night. He was lying on his back, his head turned slightly to the side, exhaustion etched onto his features. I knew he’d just finished a brutal shift as a fireman, one filled with danger and relentless exertion. As I stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, observing his peaceful slumber, a wave of affection and desire washed over me. He was magnificent, a sculpted masterpiece of muscle and strength. His dark brown hair, thick and slightly tousled, framed a face dominated by deep, dark brown eyes that held a captivating intensity. At almost six-foot-three, he possessed a commanding presence, his broad shoulders and powerful frame a testament to his demanding profession. I’d missed him terribly during my recent travels, the week before having been consumed by work. Now, back home, he was once again in my arms, and the longing within me intensified. He had the most incredible body, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it.

As I watched him sleep, a slow smile spread across my face. I wouldn’t need to wake him, not yet. The thought of what awaited him was already sending shivers down my spine. Gently, I unbuttoned my red cotton panties, tossing them onto the bedroom chair. Naked, I moved towards the bathroom, eager to indulge in my own preparation. He always appreciated the way I smelled after my morning ritual, a delicate blend of citrus and vanilla infused with my favorite body lotion. I proceeded to apply it liberally, rubbing it into my skin, focusing on my arms, breasts, stomach, and legs. A little extra lubrication between my thighs was essential. The scent of orange and mango filled the air, softening my skin and preparing me for the pleasure to come.

Returning to the bedroom, I slipped back into bed beside him, sinking into the warmth of his body. My own heat quickly rose, mirroring his. Sliding my hand down his chest, I stroked him gently, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. His muscles tensed slightly as my fingers moved down his stomach, brushing against the base of his thick, hard cock. He was semi-limp, but still impressively large and powerful. With the lightest touch, I began to stroke him, moving my hand slowly and deliberately over his sensitive skin. As he continued to breathe deeply, his eyes remained closed, lost in the depths of his unconsciousness.

Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I pumped him firmly, watching as his erection gradually intensified. I relished the feeling of his muscles contracting and expanding beneath my fingertips, the gradual building of his arousal. My own pussy began to swell with anticipation, growing wetter and wetter with each stroke. After a few more rhythmic thrusts, he was completely hard, a monument to male power, standing at full attention. I carefully pulled the sheet back, revealing his full form, his erect cock a captivating display of masculine beauty.

Crawling down to eye level with his hard cock, I lowered myself onto the bed beside him. Using just the tip of my finger, I teased and stroked his head, running my fingertip along the delicate skin beneath his foreskin. As I neared the base, his rod twitched involuntarily, a sign of his mounting excitement. Still, he remained lost in his sleep, oblivious to my growing desire. Continuing my slow, deliberate caress, I continued to tease him, my fingers lingering just beneath his head. Wrapping both hands around his shaft, I began to stroke him, twisting my hands in opposite directions. His breathing became more labored, but he remained steadfast in his slumber. My hands moved up and down, creating a rhythmic massage that heightened his arousal. Needing a little more stimulation, I slid my tongue down and around him, savoring the sensation of his warm, moist skin. My fingers moved more freely over his velvet skin, and he responded with subtle tremors. His cock was throbbing in my hands, a testament to his burgeoning pleasure.

Circling the base of his cock with my fingers, I slowly slid my lips down over his head. He tasted salty, a sign of his arousal. Using my tongue, I feathered light licks over him before pushing my mouth down over him, deepening the sensation. As my mouth engulfed his cock, my fingers moved down and cupped his balls, feeling the weight of his sac in my grasp. Gently squeezing him, I watched as he continued to breathe steadily, lost in his dreams. Wrapping my lips tighter around his shaft, I began to suck on him slowly, pulling gently and rhythmically. I could feel his arousal intensifying, his muscles clenching involuntarily.

I could feel him stirring in his sleep, a faint twitch in his muscles signaling the beginning of his awakening. Lifting my mouth away, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft again, continuing to stroke him with increased vigor. Up and down my fingers moved over his body, a sensual massage designed to heighten his pleasure. My tongue flicked across his balls, adding another layer of stimulation. As I saw his eyelids flutter open, he groaned softly, his eyes focusing on me with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. He thrust his cock into my hands, a clear signal of his desire.

“Time to wake up, sleepy head,” I said, my voice a soft whisper, as I lowered my mouth over his cock again. As my mouth moved down on his rod, he pushed his hips up, engaging in a frenzied dance of pleasure. He moaned as my mouth twisted around him, a primal sound of pure satisfaction. As my tongue played with the tip of his cock, his hand grasped my hair, pulling me closer, and guiding my mouth down further. With his hand on my head, he continued to push me, deepening the penetration. I could taste his pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock, a salty, potent elixir that ignited my senses. I sucked harder, savoring the taste and the sensation.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, the words a desperate plea. I understood perfectly, and without hesitation, responded to his command. Slipping him from my mouth, I sat up and quickly lowered my pussy over his hard cock. My pussy was so slick, his cock slid easily up inside me. I moaned as he pushed all the way in, thrusting his hips up to meet the downward push of my hips. His hands grabbed my hips, holding me steady as he continued to push, filling me completely.

I rode him hard, taking his cock deeper and deeper, feeling the rush of pleasure surging through my veins. Leaning forward, my breasts swung over his face, a tantalizing display of feminine allure. His mouth caught my nipple and he sucked hard on the tender nub, intensifying my pleasure. I pushed down on his cock, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly. I moaned and tightened my pussy around his shaft, preparing for the inevitable release. He thrust his hips up, burying his cock deeper inside me, and I felt my body tingle with anticipation. His hands continued to grasp my hips, holding me steady as he pushed again and again, filling me completely.

I collapsed on top of him, his eyes closing once more as he slipped back into a deep sleep. I smiled, watching him sleep, knowing that this was just the beginning. I loved waking him up, watching him awaken to my touch, and experiencing the joy of his arousal.

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