It’s a lazy Sunday morning–we eventually have to get up and do THE THINGS. But, for now, while it is still cool in the house, we lazily snuggle.

I can feel you twitching as I gently stroke you under the covers. You may be not raring to go yet, but your cock sure is.

I shimmy my underwear down and lay on my back. You look at me, questioning.

“Yes, you may give me O’s.”

Grinning, you toss off the covers, offending the cat who ends up on the floor. Quickly you grab the wand and settle yourself between my legs.

I close my eyes and relax into the sensations. There’s something about first thing in the morning that feels just a bit more decadent.

As you bring me crashing over the edge time after time, I can feel you moving around, adjusting. I finally open my eyes and look at you.

“A little uncomfortable there?”

You know better than to ask so you pause. “Maybe, just a little.”

I smirk. “That’s unfortunate. This morning is all about me.”

You nod. “More?”

I stretch. “No, thank you. Maybe later. “

I see a glimmer of hope in your eyes, but you keep quiet. You snuggle down with me for a few minutes. As I stroke your arm, I giggle just a bit.

Cautiously, you ask, “What?”

“Oh, nothing….just pondering a few new game ideas.”