There really is nothing finer that waking up to a face between my thighs.
My husband works nights, so he often makes it home just in time for my alarm to go off. I sleep light, so I usually hear him come in the front door. And when he quietly enters the bedroom, strips, and joins me in bed, I roll over to accommodate his entry. He slips in beside me, curls himself around me, his hand sliding up my shirt or nightgown to fondle my breasts. And then somehow, and usually quite quickly, he rolls me onto my back and dives in for a little taste of the goods.
But, oh how good he is at it…..kissing the insides of my thighs, around the lips, above, teasing and avoiding the one place he knows I want him to go.
When he does graze his tongue across my clit, it usually makes me shudder. I’m sensitive in the morning and it doesn’t take much to get me going. And since he’s been at work all night, and usually reads my posts before coming in, he’s pretty ready to get the deed started as soon as possible.
Morning sex isn’t long and sensual for us. It’s a release… For me, it’s a way to slip into my day – followed by a good cup of coffee and a little conversation. For him, it’s a way to unwind – followed by a glass of wine and sleep. But for both of us, it’s a way to connect our lives intimately in the face of barely intersecting schedules.
Thankfully, he doesn’t work every day, and eventually, I get to sleep with him at night, like normal people. That’s when we break the bed and when he keeps me up half the night fucking.
But, I’m not complaining.