waking your handsome hubby up with a sweet treat (very consented for!!)
your head dips, nostrils flaring as you suck in deep breaths of depleting oxygen. you’re trapped between the sweet space of simon’s thighs and your thick comforter. it smells faintly of your candy-like perfume n the sweet musky scent of your sleeping husband.
your fingers creep up his thighs, the tips playing in the bushy hair as you stare down the pretty length of his cock. simon always had a bad problem of waking up to a nice morning wood, which of course is why he had you… duh!
your mouth waters, tongue dragging up the underside of the pretty muscle (ik it’s not a muscle shut up idc) before laying the sweetest of kisses along the tip.
his legs shudder up slightly, before they’re relaxing. simon’s stomach lifts n falls in soft breaths, mind in the deepest of slumber as you play round with him.
your lips part and you slowly sink your mouth down onto him, careful to try and hold off from waking him. it was almost a challenge to you truthfully. see how far you can get him before he’s dripping down your throat, a race to get him to finish before his eyes are fluttering.
your tongue swirls, careful not to splutter round not only the girth but the length of this man. your clit throbs with every inch, fingers desperate to slide down n rub one out.
you can’t help the moan that vibrates through his cock, his back arching up ever so slightly till you can hear the faint whimper that echoes in the silent air.
everything bout this made your skin run hot, flesh crawling in pure lust. it drove you mad, mouth lifting and sinking till his sounds become more prominent, till his legs begin to bend up round your head.
he was getting close… to waking up… to that sweet edge of release… you didn’t know which one but you kicked it up into overdrive.
you wanted to wake him up with his salty, sweet seed drooling from the edges of your lips. your eyes pricked with tears as you began to take him down to the back of your throat, lips creating a seal round his balls before you’re pulling back up n working up a rhythm.
“b-baby… fuuuuck,” is the last thing you hear before you’re being blinded by the rising sun and the handsome, groggy face of your sleeping beauty.