Mornings

You’ve crawled out of bed, not really a morning person, the need for a pee and a shower uppermost in your head, not noticing me lying there , hard as I watch you, your nipples crinkled from the cool air, your cheeks flexing as you move to the bath, my cock hardening, thinking of following you. As you climb into the shower, I sneak to the other toilet and release the pressure building in my bladder, the wine from last night seeking its escape.(hehe)  I quietly open the curtains, careful to let no water escape and drench the floor or hit the guest towels, there for display, not for guests to use. (not many males understand) and reach around you to cup your breasts. You start, not having realized I was there, but then press back against me, your ass squeezing my hard cock, as I start to wash you, The soap slides over your skin, as I cleanse your neck and shoulders and work down your back, to those cheeks I adore, being sure to clean between them, thinking my tongue may be toying there later. Down your thighs, and  the back of your legs to your feet, lifting each to clean the bottom and let my soapy fingers slide between your toes, before turning you to work my way up, my hair and beard dripping from the water, hands stroking your skin, caressing and cleaning, your legs slightly spread, inviting  my fingers to clean everywhere, to fluff you soft fuzz, and tease your lips as they slide over you, pinching your clit and stretching your lips as they roam, your arms over your head, leaving you open to me. I move further up, to play with your breasts and those nipples, soaping and rinsing before taking each in my mouth, the freshness and firmness of them making my cock pulse with need for you.  You neck draws me to it, my mouth tasting and teasing the sweet flesh, as your mouth tips upward, letting the water stream down over you, your eyes closed, feeling the touch of my mouth and the soft steady caress of the water as it runs through your hair and down your back. Your legs open and you press my head down, down, where you want my tongue, where you need my lips, my teeth. I let you guide me to you, my mouth watering with the memory of your taste, my tongue eager to be inside you, to explore once again, to feel that slight roughness, to swallow the fluids you so generously give, my hands cupping your cheeks, holding you to me, as my tongue delves inside before moving to take your clit between my lips and suck it so deeply into my mouth, feeling your moans and your hands clenching my head as you spasm for me there in the shower. Mornings are not so bad after all. Smiles.