Summary: you and your girlfriend having a good morning đđ
The morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, catching the dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Youâre still half-lost in that warm, fuzzy space between sleep and wakefulness. A pair of arms are wrapped around your waist, holding you close against your girlfriendâs chest. You feel the gentle pressure of lips touch your shoulder, warm and lingering, followed by the soft exhale of a breath that brushes across your skin.
âBuenos dĂas, baby,â Miko murmurs, her voice low and rough with sleep. Her arms remain wrapped around your waist, holding you close while neither of you seem eager to leave the warmth of the bed.
You smile, still half-asleep. âMorning.â
Your girlfriend chuckles, nuzzling into the curve of your neck, the ends of her hair tickling your shoulder and making you squirm. Her hands, still resting on your waist, begin to moveâslow, deliberate, exploratory. One palm slides up your stomach, fingers splaying across your ribs, while the other drifts lower, tracing the line of your hip bone through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts.
âMm,â she hums contentedly, tightening her arms around your waist. âEstas calientita, mami.â
Her hand on your stomach slides lower, fingertips dipping just beneath the waistband of your panties. Not pushing, just resting there, a question waiting to be answered. Your breath hitches, and you already know whatâs going to happen next.
âPuedo?â she asks, her voice barely a whisper.
Never assuming. Never pressurizing.
You nod, your throat suddenly dry.
Miko kisses your shoulder again, softer this time, and then her hand moves. She slips beneath the elastic, her fingers trailing through the fine hair below your navel, down, down, until she finds the warmth between your legs. Her other hand gently massages your breast, and you sigh blissfully at her touch.
Her touch is featherlight at firstâjust the pads of her fingers grazing over your folds, exploring the shape of you through the wetness already gathering there. Her fingers move with deliberate slowness, spreading your folds apart, stroking along the slick, sensitive flesh. She teases your entranceâjust a hint of pressure, a single finger dipping inside before retreating, leaving you aching for more. Then she returns to your clit, tracing small, tight circles around it, never quite touching the center directly. The sensation is maddening, a building pressure that coils low in your belly.
Now sheâs hovering above you, her hair falling like a curtain around your faces, her eyes dark with desire. She watches your expression as she works you, her fingers moving in a steady rhythmâcircling, pressing, sliding through your slickness. You gasp softly at her touch, her finger sliding into your pussy, the burning stretch sending waves of ecstasy through your veins.
You arch back against her, your hand reaching down to cover hers, guiding her fingers to exactly where you need them. She lets you, following your lead, pressing just a little harder. The first direct contact with your clit sends a jolt through you, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan.
âVickyâŚâ you whimper, eyes fluttering close as you surrender yourself to your girlfriend.
Your panties are pulled down and discarded, followed by the tank top that has been holding your tits hostage. Miko circles one of your nipples with the tip of her tongue before drawing it fully into her mouth, suckling gently. Your hand threads into her hair, guiding her, as the ache between your legs intensifies.
âPlease,â you whisper, not sure what youâre begging for.
Miko kneels between your legs, her hands resting on your inner thighs, pushing them apart gently. She takes a moment just to look at youâyour slick, glistening folds, the way your body trembles under her gaze. Her breath hitches, and she licks her lips.
âBeautiful,â she murmurs.
You gasp at the sudden contact of her tongue press flat against your throbbing clit. She swirls her tongue around the sensitive bud, alternating between soft flicks and firm pressure, reading your reactions like a map. Her tongue is soft but insistent, licking into every crease and curve, exploring you as if she has all the time in the world. She laps at your inner lips, sucking gently, drawing them into her mouth before releasing them with a soft pop. Then she moves lower, dipping her tongue inside you, fucking you with it in short, shallow strokes that make your hips buck.
âEres mi adicciĂłn, mi amor⌠no puedo parar,â Miko whispers against your skin, voice raw with desire.
Her fingers join, three now, pumping hard while she hums against you, the vibration sending shocks through your body. It's overwhelmingâthe wet sounds of her mouth, the stretch of her fingers, the possessive grip she has on you.
You canât help but crane your neck to see and the sight makes your breath hitch. Mikoâs eyes are rolled back, nose pressed against your public bone, her pretty pink lips connecting with yours, and her cheeks move as she sucks on your clit.
âFuckâŚâ you whimper, your fingers tangling in her hair, pulling and twisting, urging her on. When you moan louder, she presses harder. When your hips try to lift away from the intensity, she eases off, circling gently until youâre settled again.
Her tongue never stops. She licks your clit from the side, from below, in long, flat strokes that cover your entire vulva. She hums again, the vibration traveling straight through you, and you cry out, your fingers tangling in her hair.
âYes, papi⌠yes,â you moan, and you feel her smirk against your skin. The delicious pressure coils in your tummy, and your thighs begin to tremble as your breath comes out in ragged gasps.
Miko groans against you, the sound muffled, and her pace quickens. She laps at your clit in quick, hard strokes, then slows down, dragging the flat of her tongue over it in a languid, torturous circle. You pull her hair, pressing her face deeper into you, her nose brushing your folds as she sucks your clit into her mouth one last time.
âCome for me,â she murmurs, the words vibrating against you.
âVicky!â you cry out, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure ripping through your core. She doesnât stop, doesnât pull awayâshe rides it with you, her tongue gentling as you come down, licking softly, soothingly, until the last tremors fade.
Miko lifts her head slowly, her lips swollen and slick, her eyes hazy with satisfaction. She crawls up your body, settling beside you, her hand resting on your still-quivering stomach.
âGood morning,â she says, a lazy smile spreading across her face.
You can only laugh, breathless, and pull her into a kiss, tasting yourself on her lips.
