Saturday Morning

A little overcast, quiet out this morning. A few birds I can hear through the open bedroom window help me wake up. I shift slightly with my stretching, and I can feel the warmth radiating from you body, still, smooth, breathing quietly.  Most of your covers are off, haphazard across random parts of you. I can see most of your boxers, and the happy trail that leads my eye.

Ah, from the bulge that draws my attention, I see it's morning in your sleepy mind, too. I review the situation.  How asleep are you? How much can I get away with?

I begin by *barely* grazing your skin as I nuzzle closer. You sense me and shift as well, putting your arm around me as I curl into you. As you move, I adjust one hand, resting it on your thigh. I gently caress your leg, right at the hem of your boxers.

Eyes closed, you make a happy sound and breathe a slow, relaxed exhale.  I glance at your face - a sleeping angel with a healthy dose of devil - and make my own happy sound. Decision made, imma make your day a good one.

As I continue caressing your thigh, I tease it a bit further from its counterpart to give me greater...access. I slide two fingers under the bottom hem of your boxers, just touching along the angle of your thigh crease. I can feel your muscles twitch from the unexpected contact. I trace down your crease, heat increasing,  to find your balls. So under appreciated. I graze my finger tips along your sack, moving more of my hand up your shorts so I can cup them. I stay awhile to play.

You sigh heavily. Mmmm, it's working. Morning wood is a full on oak tree now, hard, long, thick, and strong. I move my fingers to the base of you. Tiny strokes, just my fingertips,  feeling the heat emanating from your cock, calling me. With your last deep sigh, I move so I can encircle the base of your cock with my fingers, squeezing a bit, stroking, then opening my hand to feel the length of you with my palm, gently converting the details of what I feel into a visual in my mind. I feel a surge of warmth in my pussy, picturing your cock and feeling its heft.

I want more. I wiggle out from our sleepy side cuddle. I sit up in bed, and taking the waistband of your shorts, move them down, freeing your cock. You're awake but still in a morning haze, but your cock? Yeah, he's a morning guy, ready to rock.

I sit back on my haunches and assess the options. Morning BJ? Hand job? Ride 'im?

I can't decide.  What do YOU think I should do next?