The Morning Alone

I felt him stir. As usual, I pull his warm body closer to mine.

"Babe, I need to go," he mumbles groggily.

"No," I protest. "Stay with me today." He defiantly removes his body from my embrace.

"Mmmh!" I jump up and hug him tight, pressing my face into his rippled abdomen. They seem to be more pronounced now, I proudly noticed.

Just a few months back, he was just a tall, lean jogger. But being my boyfriend has made him step up his fitness game. A hundred push-ups in the morning and weights in the evening, his body was really beginning to shape up.

"Babe," he laughed. "You have to let me go!"

"Nope.." I pouted. "Call in sick," I suggested naughtily.

"You know I have to impress them at this fellowship."

"You already do," I whined. "I watch you everyday, and you're obviously the best fellow in the program."

"And I have to keep being the best," he states bluntly.

"But I'm not going to work today," I continued whining. "Don't you want to stay in bed with me?" I asked, eyes twinkling.

He leans down to kiss me, and I return the kiss closed-mouthed, for fear of driving him away with my bad morning breath.

"You know I do, love. But duty calls."

"What if I do you a deep morning favor," I asked devilishly.

He pauses for a moment. Even in the darkness, I could imagine his intrigued expression.

Giving him no time to hesitate, I quickly lower his boxers. Wetting my lips, I take in his ballooning cock head. He lets out a restrained groan, much to my delight. It's always good to know that I can still please my man at any time.

Holding his body close, I pull myself further down his length. I have always admired the distance it travels down my throat. He places his hands behind my head, slowly guiding me deeper.

I fight my reflexes to choke, as I finally reach his hilt. Holding my throat open, I perform a few gulps with both my lips and my throat. I can feel him tensing up, but I decide not to let up.

I position myself once more to take in his fully grown member. Slurping up and down his full length, I lower one hand to massage his balls. Switching hands, I stretch up to graze his abs and tease his nipples.

His breath grows ragged, and his balls tighten. From the way he begins to thrust faster and harder, I know he is close.

"Babe, I'm so close," he moans huskily. I purse my lips closer as he continue to thrust into my wet mouth.

"Babe.. babe," he continues groaning. "Ah .. fuck!" he shouts as he shoots jets of hot cum into my mouth.

"Mmmh," I strive to keep his load from spilling out the corners of my lips. I wait for him to finish spasming, before I get up on my knees and show him the hearty breakfast he has fed me.

He wipes the corner of my leaking lips proudly, as I make a show of swallowing his warm milk. "That's hot," he beams with pride. I lower myself again to lick clean his softening dick.

"Now, I'm going to work like the champion you have made me," he says, as he leans over to smack my ass.

Then he pulls up his boxers, and turns to the bathroom to get ready for his work. And all I can do is stare at his long, lean back walking further away from me, waiting until I see him return to me later that evening.