The Best Part of Waking Up
Sometimes it begins from behind the remnants of my dreams, the soft touch of cool fingers sliding around my balls and ass and already stiff shaft, or cool wet lips drawing me to awareness as they gently pull me to erect. Sometimes it’s a sleepy nudge or physical innuendo from me causing Ava to sir into action. Sometimes I am wide awake and fully aware that Ava’s sleeping body is about to become my playground. However it begins, I go to work every single morning with the smile of a man who’s cock has been well loved.
Ava’s schedule has changed to where she and I are able to share our mornings again. For quite a while she’s had to get up and leave long before I would ever consider becoming conscious, even for a blow-job, so assisted forays into morning lust were reserved mostly for the weekends. That rarely stopped me from taking care of myself once I was awake. Whether I was quick with my just hands or took some time and worked a dildo inside myself before masturbating, I rarely had a morning where I didn’t cum at least once.
Now, every morning since Ava’s schedule changed I’ve been treated to a soft, slow, drawn out blow-job; lips an mouth gently working me to a climax, or a gentle, meticulous hand-job; covering Ava and myself in the rewards. Sometimes I begin things when I turn over from sleep and move Ava’s hands to my cock or gently move her head as I slide up so that her mouth doesn’t have as far to travel. These times she is immediately receptive and willing. More often Ava has begun before I’m even awake, so that the endings of my dreams find themselves shifting into sensations that wake me in time to see Ava’s head moving up and down.
