Sweet Morning Lovin’
Bo Chow x Grace Chow
Warnings: smut, 18+, cunnilingus, light biting, cvm in pants
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The sun had just barely risen, with Grace waking up from the light peaking through the curtains. Letting out a soft yawn as she stretched out beneath the covers. Bo, however, was awake already, getting dressed. He was nearly prepared to go to work. He had his usual trousers on—the suspenders hanging loosely against his sides, along with a white tank top. The man turned his head towards his wife after hearing the sound of their sheets rustling and her soft yawn. “Mornin, baby..”
The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he walked over to the bed and laid right beside her. Pulling the sheets over himself, and tugging her against his chest and pressing soft kisses against her bare neck. Of which, Grace scoffed at. Turning her body slightly to grab his face and capture his lips with hers. “Mhm…mornin.” She groggily spoke. Bo’s eyelids fluttered in surprise at the action, but he didn’t reject it. He softly kissed Grace back, resting his hands over her waist. Turning her around so she was facing him properly. Grace’s hands rubbed over his waist, her fingers snuck beneath his top, now feeling his soft skin.
Bo’s breath hitched against Grace’s lips at the soft touch of her fingers. Only slightly pulling away to catch his breath. Before doing the same and letting his hands slide beneath the soft nightgown she wore. Bo’s lips met Grace’s again—firmer, this time. Setting a fair pace for them both. His lips parted slightly, inviting Grace’s tongue into his mouth. Grace chuckled lowly against his lips and let her tongue slip into his mouth. Their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths while the hold they had on each other only got tighter.
Bo managed to pull away after a few minutes, a string of saliva still connected them before he started kissing down Grace’s neck again. Gently pushing her flat against the mattress and holding her waist tightly, however not firm or hard enough to hurt. “Eager, ain’t ya?” Grace teased. Of which, Bo merely chuckled, nodded his head and went back to heatedly kissing her neck and chest.
Lightly biting and sucking at the soft skin of her chest and collarbone. Not daring to mark her neck—since they did still have work. Bo lifted up her nightgown, going lower and lower with his kisses. His hands now soothingly rubbing over Grace’s body before stopping at her hips and gently spreading her thighs to make room for himself. While Grace simply laid back and relished his touch with a subtle smirk on her face. Bo looked up at her expectantly, his fingers hooked around the waistband of her undergarments. “May I…?”
Grace nodded her head and let out a heated sigh at the sight of him between her legs. Sure, it was a familiar sight, but she sure as hell wasn’t tired of it. After getting the permission, Bo slid her underwear right off. Letting them pool at her ankles as he continued to trail kisses from her abdomen to her pubic area. Then pressed a soft kiss against her swollen clit, earning a soft sigh from Grace. His hands softly rubbing the inside of her thighs, while his lips gently suckled on the sensitive bud. Letting out a warm huff as he pulled away for a split moment. Now using his tongue to glide over her pussy, earning a soft moan from Grace. Her eyes shutting in bliss as she pressed her head back further against the pillows. Her hand raising up to fist his raven hair.
“Mm…use my mouth, baby. It’s alright…”
Her chest heaved at the deep pleasure he was giving her. Incredibly aroused by the feeling of his hot tongue against her…Bo’s saliva mixing with the wetness of her vagina. One of Bo’s hands raised up to take one of Grace’s, softly squeezing her hand as he ate her out. Practically making out with Grace’s pussy while she moaned and panted above him in response. Her hips subtly rocked back and forth against his face. The soft bump of Bo’s nose nudged just perfectly against her clit, bring more pleasure to the woman above him. Bo watched her expressions closely. Despite all the years and these kinds of shared moments, he always wanted to gauge the best reaction out of her. It stroked his ego a little, knowing she always liked having this done for her. He watched closely as his lips found her clit again, lightly biting it just how she liked.
“Shiiit….ah, Bo—you know we got work soon…” Grace sighed, with her back arching off the bed and her hand harshly tugging at Bo’s hair. Bo didn’t let up, however, he was determined to make her feel good. He’ll worry about work later. A muffled moan escaped him at the pull of his hair, his hips subtly grinding against the mattress to relieve himself a little. His pants were a bit stained with sticky precum, but he didn’t care about that. Bo didn’t bother trying to talk, he was solely focused on bringing his wife pleasure. His hands raising up to hold her hips, guiding her to buck into his face.
Every grind against the mattress just made Bo whine and moan needily into her pussy. The vibration from Bo’s muffled moans in between her legs just made it all the more pleasurable. With his tongue swirling and lapping up her wetness, like a starving bee sucking up the smallest bit of nectar. She could feel a new intense heat pooling just below her stomach, feeling that tight knot inside her. She knew she was close—and Bo did, too. He could hear the way her breathing quickened and how hard she gripped his hair, along with the way her chest rose and fell.
His hands squeezed her waist to encourage her—to not hold back. He hummed against her, trying to stir her on and have her reach her peak. The pleasurable wave finally crashed into Grace, releasing all over Bo’s mouth. Her thighs twitched around his head as she moaned loudly. Panting and shaking after reaching her orgasm. Bo waited it out, softly rubbing her thighs to try to calm her down from her high. He then pulled his face away once she finally caught her breath. Grace had let out a soft breathless chuckle at the sight of the lower half of Bo’s face absolutely glistening. She watched Bo shift to sit on his knees, her gaze involuntarily peering down at the sizable dark patch in the front of his pants. Seemed like he enjoyed this as much as she did.
