I wake up as the sunbeams in through the white curtains. I feel the good feeling in my body instantly. Yesterday was probably the best day of my life.
I’ve been seeing this woman, Jane, for about three months. Not only am I the luckiest man on the planet to have a beautiful woman like Jane look my way, but I’m also lucky because she is the sweetest, most caring, and most intelligent woman I know.
Yesterday we had a lovely, home-cooked dinner at her place. I had especially been looking forward to the day because we had agreed that I would stay the night, enabling us to enjoy a bottle of wine or two.
Somewhere beneath the “don’t drink and drive” I think we both were finding an excuse to spend the night together.
It’s another thing that makes Jane so special in my eyes. We didn’t have a careless hook-up, we waited. We have gotten to know each other and gotten close. Finding that unique emotional bond.
Don’t get me wrong, we have had many evenings on hers or my sofa, making out like teenagers, grinding against each other. But last night was the first time we had sex, and it was absolutely mind-blowing.
As the images of her on top of me flash before my eyes, the bobbling feeling shoots straight to my groin and to my already full-on erection. It brings attention to the fact that I’m lying on my stomach. My cock protests over the tight space between it and the bed, and I roll onto my side.
Then I hear Jane shift behind me. Her body rolls over and her fingers run up over my back as she mumbles a blissful ‘good morning’. I turn my head, turning my body slightly towards her. Through the morning haze, I see a cute smile on her lips, and her dark, curly hair is a tangled mess of cuteness.
As I take in the heavenly sight next to me, my cock stirs awake anew with a longing for her. Embarrassed, I roll back onto my side, away from her. She seems a little puzzled by my move, but I try to save face by reaching a hand back and pulling her arm around me.
Luckily, she snuggles up to me without any questions. Her fingers trace caressing circles on my chest, sending a wake-up call to the butterflies in my stomach. Her soft and warm kisses trailing across the top of my back distract me as her hand glides down over my chest and stomach.
But as it gets close to the waistband of my boxer briefs, I grab her wrist with a small yelp.
“I-I don’t think I’m in a very presentable state,” I mumble, embarrassed.
I feel her move, and she rests her chin on the slope where my neck becomes shoulder.
“I think you’re precisely in the state I want you to be.”
Her tickling and seductive voice travels in through my ear, waking up my brain and sending delicious thrills down through my body. She signals to continue, but doesn’t do so before I willingly let go of her wrist. A few tingling kisses along my neck make me surrender quickly.
As her fingers continue down south, something about it feels different. As if my cock needs to wake up as well. Satisfying stretch and yawn included. Even before her hand dives into my boxer briefs, the sensation has grown bigger than I have ever experienced before. My entire body is buzzing with jittering electricity and my skin is burning where she touches me.
Her fingers reach around my cock with extreme delicacy, but it feels like a powerful impact, making me gasp for air and hold onto the pillow for ground control. As she slowly strokes me, I involuntarily gasp simultaneously as a loud groan rumbles from my throat.
Pleasure forces my head back against her shoulder and she isn’t late to use the opportunity to trail soft, warm kisses along my neck, making my toes curl. My legs stretch, muscles flex and my hand around the corner of the pillow twists it in knots. This is what I imagine it feels like to be touched after years without that sort of affection.
“Breathe deep,” her alluring voice sounds in my ear as I gasp for air. “Relax your body.”
“Everything is so... sensitive!” I exclaim breathlessly.
I feel her smile against my neck and the tip of her tongue trail along my jawline and she kisses me on the soft spot below the ear.
“It’s an estrogen and testosterone thing,” she trails unimportant. “You’ve never had morning sex before?”
I shake my head as the ability to speak is momentarily out of order. It’s as if this information makes her playful and her hand moves more tantalizing and teasingly seductive. She only pauses shortly to push my boxer briefs down and I fumble to kick them off.