*49 #Morning

 

July 18, 2017
Tuesday

 

The lucid edges of morning nudged persistently at his unconsciousness.  Then again, maybe it wasn't morning itself, but her messenger who was goading Jon into a new day.  A heavy gaze weighed on him, making it too uncomfortable to sleep.   

 

Eking one eye open, he found just enough light to provide a clear vision of probing blue irises, sleep flushed cheeks and hopelessly tousled hair.  Morning's messenger faced him, lying on her side in a position that mirrored his, and she looked way too happy to be awake.

 

He re-sealed his eye and muttered thickly, "Thought you were supposed to listen to me breathe, not stare at me like a psycho."

 

"I'm multitasking," she returned easily and without a hint of embarrassment. 

 

“Lucky me.  What time is it?"

 

“Just after seven.”

 

On the average day, he would be stirring by now, but they’d had a late night. 

 

After arriving at their new mutual understanding, her stomach growled and reminded him that he hadn’t eaten, so they’d ordered pizza and salad from Umberto’s.  While awaiting its delivery, the polished off half a bottle of wine and they talked about things of no importance.  He was tempted to grill her about Pierce’s latest visit and would’ve if he hadn’t been so enamored by her easy smile and relaxed posture. 

 

All it had taken was for Jon to assure he’d back again, and Teddi let down all her defenses.  She was more at ease than he’d ever seen her, confident yet without the need for control she displayed in the boudoir.  She was a radiant Doc/Cookie/Gypsy blend, and not wanting to spoil it, he pushed Pierce to the back burner in favor of a movie. 

 

That’s how they ended up watching a Godfather marathon until tipsy Teddi fell asleep with her feet in his lap. 

 

He let her snooze for a while but, eventually, her warm cookie scent became too much to resist.  A light stroke – or ten – on her bare instep roused Sleeping Beauty, and luck was on his side, because she awoke feeling frisky.  Her Gypsy aura surfaced and led him to the boudoir for a heated encounter, during which neither of them spoke.  It was their bodies doing all the talking until the sweat had cooled on his skin. 

 

Curled against his side, she broke the silence with a mumble that she was too tired to move.  Jon wasn’t in any shape to go seeking out a different bed, either, so he pulled the bright blankets up over them while she rolled away for the lamp switch.  A pat to her ass, and he was out as fast as the light.

 

Until now.

 

“Christ, woman.  We just went to sleep.  Why are you awake already?”

 

“Partly because your snoring is that bad.”  He cut her a lazy glare but got nothing for the trouble other than a cheeky grin.  “Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.  The truth is that I’m awake worrying.  You have to take your social media presence seriously, Jon.”

 

If she expected him to give a rat’s ass about Twitter before he’d even had a cup of coffee, she was sadly mistaken.  All he had to offer was a disinterested grunt that earned him a chastising poke in the gut. 

 

“I really thought the promise of dark, kinky sex would entice you into getting with the program, but that clearly isn’t working.  I’ll either have to start hounding you with hourly reminders or ask David for some insight.”

 

Jon released a heavy breath that could be considered a laugh.  “Dave’s insight isn’t gonna get you jack shit.  You’ll get much further with dark and kinky.”

 

“Yet you still haven’t done something as simple as making a Twitter post.”

 

She really seemed to be bothered by the whole thing, so Jon decided to relieve her of the misery.  Stroking a hand along the slope from her hip to waist, he sighed.  “Look.  If I apply myself, it’ll take about two days to figure out the shit you want me to know.  The Hall announces nominees in October, and since it’s only July, that leaves plenty of time.  So, relax.”

 

“It would be easier to apply yourself now and get it over with, don’t you think?”

 

God, she was a persistent thing.  Was this what he had to look forward to with her?

 

“You always this hard on a guy first thing in the morning?”

 

"May I remind you that you’re the one who wanted to sleep here?” 

 

Even without having had his first sip of caffeine, Jon's mouth twitched with amusement.  Sass and persistence were a hell of a lot better than insecurity, so he didn’t regret his choice in the least.  It didn’t stop him from pretending to be surly as he rolled onto his back, though.

 

"Ride my morning wood and I might do it again tonight."

 

"You're charming in the early hours." 

 

Jon must be a sick bastard, because the wry sarcasm warmed his insides.  She was sexy when she wasn’t busy being self-conscious, and he reacted to it instantly.  Throwing the colorful covers down to his thighs, he let his stiff dick bob freely in the muted room. 

 

"I'm horny in the early hours." 

 

In truth, it had been a long time since he'd woken with such an eager hard-on, much less anyone willing to take care of it. 

 

"I feel like a concubine being commanded to service the king's needs."  There was no displeasure in the complaint.  In fact, she was already on top of him and impaling herself with a soft purr.  "Does His Majesty agree?"

 

He agreed that there was nothing quite like being sheathed in the humid pussy of a bold woman.  She'd always taken control within these four walls, but there was a different kind of confidence in the roll of her hips this morning.  Entitlement was evident in the way she palmed the spot where their groins met.  Possessiveness fueled the fingers ruffling their combined pubic hair.  She might call him king, but she was the one establishing ownership. 

 

"A concubine would already be jumping on me like a pogo stick," he observed through eyes slit with pleasure.  Harsh fingers flexed into the curve of her ass, and he used them as an anchor when delivering a sharp buck.  "You're sitting there like the fucking queen, waiting for a royal invitation."

 

That didn't do a damn thing to make her move faster.  She just looked down her nose and commanded regally, "Touch me."

 

"Touch you where?"  He grazed the hand still resting at their juncture before pushing it authoritatively aside.  His own wedged into the crevice where man and woman melded, burrowing until it found satin slickness. 

 

"Here?" His other hand lifted to seize a dangling breast and clutched hard enough to draw a gasp.  "Or here?"

 

Her only response was a slow rise and fall of her ass as she finally deigned to fuck him.  The separation allowed him to zero in on her clit, and Teddi inhaled swiftly before bouncing against his bent fingertip as willingly as she bounced on his dick. 

 

"Good girl," he murmured, reveling in the steady friction that had her mouth falling open and eyes falling shut.  With a fierce pinch of her nipple came the demand, "Show me how shameless you are."

 

Heavy lids now pried open to lock into his gaze.  Her one unfettered tit jumped with each collision of flesh, and she clamped it into a firm grip, kneading while he man-handled the other.  Two nipples were tweaked mercilessly by two different hands as the heat at her center grew hot enough to scorch. 

 

"There's nothing... I wouldn't do for pleasure," she panted, her inner muscles hugging him like a scalding vise.  The flood of her arousal was the only thing that kept him from being burned, and he was drenched in it.  "To you, for you or with you."

 

Jesus Christ she was beautiful chasing after an orgasm like a starved nymphomaniac.  Sweat beaded on her forehead.  The same sweat that dotted his chest.  That trickled down his throat. 

 

"Are you sure?  Nothing?" he taunted, getting off on her flush of exertion and greedily sucking pussy. 

 

"Nothing." 

 

Jon abruptly released her, holding both hands in the air.  "Then stop."

 

She regarded him languidly but didn't alter her pace. The only thing that changed was the position of her left hand as it went from tit to clit, and she rubbed herself with the same tenacity as she rode him.  "That's pain, not pleasure."

 

"I said 'stop'."  

 

Unyielding hands circled her waist, rendering Teddi immobile against him.  He should be embarrassed by the streak of sadism that swelled his cock against her physical struggle, but there was no room for remorse.  This was one of the dark desires she claimed to know about, and his balls proudly filled with the power of control.

 

But he wasn’t ready to let it overtake him yet.  There was more to be had.  Boundaries to be pushed.  A brazen woman to domineer.

 

"Sit on my face while you suck me off."

 

When relinquishing his grip so she could move, he was almost disappointed that there was no push of resistance.  There was nothing but ready willingness to obey, which meant Jon’s next breath was ripe with the scent of sweet, musky heat.  Being nose-to-nose with the most decadent part of a woman went a long damn way toward easing his disappointment.

 

He eagerly pushed his tongue into the satiny crevices, bathing in the same flavor that coated his cock.  The same flavor she was devouring with gluttony.  Thigh muscles clenched next to his ears as he submerged himself in the treasure chest nestled between her legs. 

 

There was as much to drink as there was to eat, and he lapped with the same fervor that she used to swallow him deep.  So deep that she gagged, and the strangled gasp for air had Jon groaning against her clit.  She’d unerringly staged a favorite illusion – that his size was impossible to take without choking.

 

The helpless gurgle of an airway clogged by his girth was aphrodisiacal, and Jon bent his knees, digging heels into the mattress to lunge for another dose.  While she sputtered valiantly, his tongue snaked into her dripping opening to devour another favorite love drug. 

 

Suffocating himself in the steamy slit, he French kissed it with passion.  For each slick trip she made over his aching hardness, he circled her entrance.  For each muffled cough, he licked deep inside.  God, he wanted to give way to the pleasure, but there was just as much pleasure in denying himself.  Possessing the twin saunas of her mouth and snatch was a heavenly hell that he couldn’t bear to leave. 

 

His bottom lip dragged over the pink pearl of her clit, reveling in the beating pulse that was going crazy there.  Sharp teeth scraped over it and then bit as her fingers began devilish maneuvers.  The Gypsy brazenly molested everything that that sat between his legs, and she did it with such wicked purpose that he had no choice but to retaliate. 

 

Hard forearms anchored around quivering thighs, holding her captive to his sucking, swirling, slurping torture.  Over and over, he lashed every hidden nerve ending until his tongue was raw and Teddi was as starved for the finale as he was.  She gave up all pretense and swallowed him hard, fast and deep. 

 

Being snugged in her throat while she ground against his mouth was all he could take.   

 

His ragged scream of orgasm was lost in her womb and hers rattled his flesh as giving and receiving collided.  His heart stilled for a painful beat, in which there was nothing but silence and Nirvana before all hell broke loose inside him. 

 

He shook with the impact of a nuclear bomb and was rendered helpless by the explosion.  All he could do was ride out the wave, convulsing against the body that quaked in his grip, while one lucid thought rose from the carnage.    

 

Morning sex should’ve been a bigger part of my life.