Morning Wood Reverie

The first rays of sunlight sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets, and I stretched, a languid movement that sent shivers through me. Saturday mornings were sacred, a refuge from the week’s relentless demands, and this one promised to be particularly decadent. I felt Brian’s warmth beside me, his arm a comforting weight as he held me close, both of us still lost in the drowsy haze of sleep. As I shifted slightly, adjusting my position, my backside nestled against his morning wood, a silent invitation that sparked a delicious shiver. It was always a thrill to be greeted by that powerful presence in the morning, a potent reminder of the pleasures we shared.

Instinctively, I reached out, guiding his hand upward, cupping the sensitive flesh against my breasts. The touch was deliberate, a clear signal of my desire. He understood immediately, responding with slow, deliberate caresses that worked their way from the delicate curve of my nipples to the edges of my areola. He started teasing me, a playful dance of anticipation, his fingers tracing the skin, making my nipples firm and then hard, a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure to come. I reciprocated, shifting slightly, offering him a chance to slide his shaft into my waiting embrace. It found its place just below my clitoris, a perfect fit, the head nestled comfortably against my most sensitive pleasure point.

A strange synchronicity took hold, a rhythmic exchange of touch and sensation. My fingers danced lightly across the underside of his shaft, applying gentle strokes with my nails as he, in turn, caressed my breasts, mimicking my movements. Each brush, each caress, sent shivers down my spine, fueling the growing heat within me. A small movement, a subtle shift in my hips, and the head of his cock pressed firmly against my clitoris, intensifying the anticipation. We were lost in this intimate dance, a symphony of lust and desire, each touch a step closer to the inevitable release. I could feel the warmth radiating through my body, a signal that the moment was drawing near.

With a deliberate movement of my hips and a guiding hand, I prepared myself for the inevitable. As my body tensed, anticipating the explosion of pleasure, Brian moved with effortless grace, sliding into my wet, eager vagina. He only penetrated a few inches, but the sensation was overwhelming, a primal wave washing over me. I continued to play with his balls, exploring the sensitive landscape beneath his skin, while he reciprocated by teasing my nipples, each touch igniting a fresh wave of desire. The anticipation built, a crescendo of pleasure waiting to be unleashed. Then, without thinking, I uttered the first words of the morning, a breathless declaration of my intentions, “I’m cumming!”

Brian, caught off guard by my sudden outburst, responded with a playful tug on my nipples, amplifying the sensations. The result was an immediate, powerful surge of pleasure, a release that sent tremors through my entire body. From my curled toes to the top of my head, I experienced an intense wave of ecstasy, each contraction a testament to the intensity of the moment. It was exhilarating, overwhelming, and utterly divine.

I knew I needed more, a deeper connection, a more profound exploration of pleasure. With a gentle movement of my hips and a touch of guidance, I led him deeper into me, my body arching in anticipation. As he penetrated further, I kissed his beautiful cock, a silent expression of gratitude for the pleasure he had just bestowed upon me. Then, lowering myself onto his glistening shaft, we simply luxuriated in our intimate connection, lost in the shared pleasure of the moment. I rocked my hips gently, feeling the heat building within me, an insistent call to action. Finally, with a surge of energy, I uttered my second word, “Clit!”

Brian’s thumb instantly mirrored my earlier movement, replicating the sensation with the same masterful precision. The results were just as intense, with quivering legs and muscle spasms rippling through my abdomen. Each wave of ecstasy washed over me, an intoxicating experience that left me breathless and completely consumed by desire. It was a sensation unlike any other, a testament to the raw, primal power of human pleasure.

Recognizing the need for a more complete release, I continued to kiss his beautiful shaft, my tongue tracing the ridge of the head, teasing his frenulum. I then took him into my mouth, fully intending to give him a thorough morning blow job. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and power. But then, Brian broke the silence, uttering his first words of the day, “Dez, I want to cum in your pussy. Reverse cowgirl!”

Of course, I welcomed the invitation, eager to indulge his desires. With his hands gently holding my hips, he guided me onto his shaft, the anticipation building with each passing second. We paused briefly, savoring the moment, cherishing the deep connection between us. Then, he lifted me slightly, exposing the sensitive skin just below the head of his cock, blending seamlessly with my own folds just below my clitoris.

I took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of his arousal, and engaged in a few slow, deliberate kegel squeezes, while Brian moaned in appreciation. He lowered me again, revealing his glistening shaft, a sight that sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. The view was truly breathtaking, a testament to the beauty of the human form. It felt amazing, an explosion of sensation that left me breathless and yearning for more.

He sighed contentedly as he caressed my ass, a clear indication of his pleasure. I knew he was enjoying the view just as much as I was. Then, he began thrusting, guiding my ass up and down with increasing speed, a rhythmic dance of pleasure and control. As his cock filled me with his warm cum, I rubbed my clit a little, adding another layer of sensation to the experience. The combined sensations sent me over the edge again, into another intense orgasm. The last few drops of his cum were released, a final burst of pleasure before we returned to the quiet intimacy of our shared space. It was an amazing way to spend a lazy Saturday morning, a perfect blend of lust, desire, and exquisite pleasure.

As the heat subsided, I leaned back, resting my hands on his knees, feeling the lingering warmth of his body against mine. We simply enjoyed the afterglow of our shared experience, lost in the quiet comfort of our connection. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intimate pleasure of our bodies intertwined, a perfect embodiment of the joy and passion that defines our love. The audio file for this story is available in the Ignite playlist, find it HERE and on the Ignite Content page in the Main Menu. Not an Ignitor yet?

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