Morning's First Blush

The insistent drumming of rain against the windows wasn’t enough to drown out the slow, deliberate rise of my arousal. My man, Daniel, had just risen from bed, his movements slow and heavy as he shuffled towards the small bathroom down the hall. The sheer act of his getting out of bed, a daily ritual that had become a silent signal to me, jolted me awake, pulling me from the depths of a restless sleep. We’d been tangled in the sheets for hours, lost in the comfortable rhythm of our bodies, but now, the shift in energy, the subtle change in the atmosphere, demanded attention. After I took my turn, a languid stretch and a slow roll onto my back, we lay there for a while, basking in the shared warmth of our bodies, before the inevitable pull of the day began to tug at us. He needed to get ready for work, and I, despite my desire to prolong the moment, knew it was time to move on.

But this morning felt different. There was a simmering tension, an unspoken need that hung in the air like the scent of rain-soaked earth. Usually, Daniel was a creature of habit, predictable in his movements and routines. This deviation, this quiet insistence on his need to leave, piqued my curiosity, and a strange, exhilarating thought began to take root in my mind: what if I didn’t just let him go? What if I seized this opportunity to indulge in a little playful teasing, a little bit of stolen pleasure before the demands of the day consumed him?

As he disappeared down the hallway, I pulled the covers back, revealing the pale expanse of the bedroom floor. The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic backdrop to my thoughts. I found myself drawn to the small reading lamp on the nightstand, its soft glow casting long shadows across the room. Flipping through a magazine, I stumbled upon an article detailing various morning rituals, filled with stories of passionate encounters and forbidden desires. It was a guilty pleasure, a descent into the world of fantasies that both thrilled and intimidated me.

As I read, I began to gently caress my breasts, feeling the sensitive skin beneath my fingertips. First, I worked slowly along the outside of each mound, tracing the curves and valleys with a light touch, teasing the edges and eliciting a shiver of anticipation. Then, as my body responded to the escalating pleasure, I progressed to running a finger across each of my nipples, watching as they rose and swelled beneath my touch. Finally, I brought my fingertips to the center of each nipple, pressing down firmly, feeling the sharp, intense pressure building within me. My breath hitched in my throat, my heart pounding in rhythm with the rising heat. I turned on the light, a deliberate act of defiance, letting him know that I was awake, aware, and waiting.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Daniel entered, shedding his damp clothes and pulling out a towel to hang on the back of the door. The scent of his sandalwood cologne filled the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that simultaneously soothed and aroused me. As he bent down to retrieve his work clothes from the closet, his back was to me, and I had a perfect view of his arousal. The sight of his erect cock and hanging balls, still wet with morning dew, sent a jolt of heat through my veins.

“Nice view,” I murmured, my voice husky with desire.

Without turning around, he replied, “You have a good eye.” He crossed the room to the side of the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the proximity. I leaned over, my body pressed against his, and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pleasure to come. As he reached for his shirt, I pulled back, gently but firmly, and sucked his cock into my eager mouth. The taste of him, the salty, primal scent of his arousal, was intoxicating.

“Is there time?” I asked, my voice a low, breathless whisper.

“I always have time for this,” he replied, his voice thick with lust.

With a silent signal, I began to work my way up and down his shaft, my tongue tracing the contours of his flesh, teasing the head and drawing forth moans of pleasure. Occasionally, I would tease the head with my tongue, exploring every inch of his sensitive nerve endings. Holding the back of my head, Daniel groaned as he pumped in and out, his muscles contracting with each thrust. The heat intensified, spreading through my body, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

Soon, he moved to the bed, finding a more comfortable position, and leaning back against my body. This allowed him to have better access to play with my clit, finger my pussy, and play with my ass. (It always helps bring him to climax when he does that, and I’m certainly not going to object!). As he did so, I arched my back, pushing myself deeper into his embrace, savoring the sensation of his arousal against my own.

“I could do this all day,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

But we both knew our time was short. As he continued his ministrations, I squeezed his balls, intensifying the rhythm and heightening the pleasure. My body throbbed with anticipation, and I could feel the familiar surge of hormones building within me. Finally, as he reached his peak, I felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over me, culminating in a glorious, earth-shattering orgasm. A mouthful of his cum, thick and warm, filled my mouth, a sweet, salty reward for our shared pleasure.

Before I could fully savor the experience, he leaned in for a kiss, tasting the remnants of what he’d given me. The contact was electric, igniting a fresh wave of desire within me. Then, he had to leave.

As he gathered his things, I retrieved my purple vibrating dildo from the bedside table. The smooth, cool plastic felt good in my hand, a tangible reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. I began to caress my hard clit with the dildo, watching as it swelled and pulsed beneath my touch. The vibrations intensified, sending shivers down my spine, and soon, I found myself lost in a world of intense pleasure, unable to resist the urge to bring myself to orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming, a release of pent-up desires that left me breathless and trembling. What a great way to start the day, I thought, as I collapsed back onto the bed, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied. The rain continued to fall outside, washing away the remnants of our encounter, but the memory of our shared pleasure would linger long after the storm had passed.

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