A warm morning and I wake late, the sun on my bed, feeling lazy. I slide a hand down my front, feel my breasts through the cotton night gown, spread my legs a little. I'm horny in a vague way and think about fapping, conscious that I also need to go to the loo.
I circle a hand on my belly, feel the pressure inside, slip fingers down over my mound, press there as well, mind drifting back twenty years to another sunny morning It's a Saturday in spring and the sun through the curtains warms the bed, wakes us. Leo rolls towards me, spoons, an arm going around my waist, his morning glory against my buttocks. I can feel the heat of his cock through my nightie and he presses, nuzzles sleepily at my neck.
In a moment, his hand finds my breasts, cups one then the other, tweaks a nipple. He humps against me a little, hugs me closer, bites an ear lobe, mashes a soft breast. It's nice and I kiss him back, suck on his tongue, feel for his cock and stroke it lightly, loving its thick pulsing length in my hand, tease the foreskin back and forth.
Anyway, I'm happy to blow him and push back the quilt, kneel between his spread legs. He sighs when I take him in my mouth, stretched lips pushing back the foreskin, tongue wiping pre-cum from his slippery knob, teasing the piss slit, and he puts a hand on my shoulder so I slide down the first half of his shaft. I pull back up then keeping lips tight, slide slowly back down, his shaft straining with the pressure, blood pulsing in the thick vein. Halfway down then back up, slowly down.
I cup his balls, squeeze a little as I suck up and down. I get into a bit of a rhythm, one hand on his balls, the other firmly holding the bottom half of his shaft, mouth sliding up and down the top half.
