Morning Sex

I listen to your soft breathing
imagining that you are whispering my name.
You, still in your sweetest dream that you will never remember.

I yield to the Sun,
and let him kiss your eyes before I do.
My lips gently graze each eyelash, and you stir.

Our lips meet, and part.
Our tongues begin to dance like we did the night before.
I hear the softest of moans, and I feel your hand on my wrist.

You guide me to your breast.  
You fill my hand and I can feel your firm nipple tickling my palm.
I feel your heart beat.  Faster. Harder.

My manhood begins to throb.
you graciously slide your hand below.
And then you kiss your way down my body until you reach what you desire.

I feel your warm, wet tongue orbit my head.
Then heat engulfs my rod as you devour it.  Deeply.
I almost can't stand it.

I then lay you on your back, grab your hips and pull you into me
I massage each breast, pulling ever so slightly as I thrust into you.
Your moans become louder as your pleasure becomes more and more aroused.

As I feel you start to tremble I move my fingers down to your clit.
I caress it, alternating between hard rubs and soft flicks.
I feel you tighten around my cock.  You scream and I explode.

We both thrust now, the last hard and deep grinds.
We lay there without saying a word.
Lost in satisfaction and silence except for our heaving breaths.

And as I got up to get ready for work,
I reached the bathroom door and heard you giggle,
"Good Morning"