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Melanie had always been a heavy sleeper. She worked a far later schedule than I did, leading to a predicable night owl lifestyle. Mel was many things, but a Morning Person…was not one of them. Combine these two traits and I can and have played video games (Assassin’s Creed 3!) while she was sleeping a few feet away and she didn’t even budge. So over time I had become, in her words…her Sexy Alarm Clock. She lay next to me, her long black hair billowed as usual around her face. The morning light was dim—it was nearly winter, and the days had been getting shorter. Yet even in the cold she rarely wore much to bed, and today was no exception; a silk green top and….nothing else. It showed her curves nicely, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her steady breathing called attention to her considerable cleavage—I’d honestly never asked her what her bra size was, and I didn’t care. Her breasts were the softest, most sensitive pillows I had ever seen. I had learned how to tease them, knew exactly where to touch to make her shudder. The sight of it upgraded my morning wood from "renter" to "long-term tenant." Houston, we are All Systems Go, I thought as I stretched under the covers in preparation. We are Go For Launch. (Yeah, I like space.) I rolled on my side to face her and began, as usual, with a kiss to her forehead. I ran a hand down her body, enjoying the warm smoothness of the silk, feeling the contrast where the fabric met her skin, tracing the soft rise of her hips. Down, down down….then moving in ever so slightly to her inner thigh. I traced her outer lips with my middle finger, rubbing it gently up and down her pussy. Nobody likes a rude awakening, and I had learned to take my time in getting things going. Up and down, up and down….I slowly applied more pressure, using two fingers, then three to massage her pussy. It only took a few seconds for Mel to notice my efforts. She let out a soft sigh, first one, then a continuous, rhythmic panting as I massaged her. That was my signal to Turn It Up a notch, so I gently slid my middle finger inside her. Her gasps went up about a half-octave from there, increasing as I added my index and ring fingers. With my other hand I moved up under her top and stroked one of her nipples, feeling it harden beneath my touch. Mel was wide awake now, and wet. "This needs to come off," she whispered breathlessly as she pulled her top over her shoulders. Now in her full naked magnificence, she lay back down as I bent down to continue the task at hand. As I was fingering her, I moved up to take her now-hardened left nipple in my mouth. I had learned (by happy accident!) Mel really likes her nipples played with. Okay now, I thought, gently…..I grazed her nipple gently with my teeth, enjoying the gasp I received for my effort. Now came the tricky part: I worked my jaw, almost like my teeth were chattering, nibbling on her nipple with intermittent pressure. Her gasps became full-own moans by this point, making me (if possible) even harder. We both knew what was coming next. I moved down her heaving body, planting my head between her thighs. Mel moaned softly as I ran my tongue over her, tracing letters of the alphabet on her wet pussy lips. I moved up, searching, searching….ah. I closed my mouth over her clit and sucked rhythmically, kneading it with my tongue. Her moans became full-own cries as I grazed her clit with my teeth, giving a teeny tiny bit of pressure on it—that was all it took. As she approached orgasm it was a bit difficult to hang on, but I kept biting and sucking away even as she arched her back in a wordless, orgasmic cry. Finally I had to stop for breath, rolling off her. "My turn," she said, pushing me onto my back. She kissed me, biting my lower lip as she pulled away, then covering me with kisses and she moved down my body. "And…you’re overdressed," she continued with a smile as she pulled off my boxers. She ran her tongue up my shaft, deftly flicking the precum off my head with her tongue before taking me completely in her mouth. She sucked with slow, deep, even movements, moving her hand down my shaft as her head bobbed up and down. As she worked, sitting on all fours over me, I ran a hand down to her soaking pussy. Mel moaned as I fingered her, even as she continued sucking me. She was so wet I could practically fist her, and I knew she was ready. I felt myself approaching orgasm, but the festivities had barely begun. "I’m sorry baby," I gasped, "but I REALLY need to fuck you right now." Mel laughed as she rolled onto her back, and I fished out a condom. She gasped when I entered her, and I began thrusting slowly, deeply into her soaking slit. She ran her long nails up my back, which really got me going. I responded by biting her earlobe, taking care not to leave any…lasting marks. Her cries got so high I wondered at times if dogs were the only ones who could hear them. Very few coherent words were spoken; we had both laughed about people calling out their partner’s name in bed—both of us could barely remember to think straight In The Moment. I kicked things up into high gear, pounding her hard. "Yes.....YES….oh GOD, YES" she gasped as I railed her wet pussy with all my strength. But all good things must end. "You wanna be on top?" I asked breathlessly. "I thought you’d never ask," she responded as she climbed on top of me. I let her take control, smacking her perfect Apple Ass as she rode me. As she rode me I buried my face in her heaving tits. I grabbed both with my hands and pushed them together, thus enabling me to get both nipples in my mouth. Her cries got, if possible, even louder as I nibbled at them. She ground her clit against my cock, enjoying the sensation until she convulsed in another orgasm. "Get on all fours," I told her after she collapsed against me. I knelt behind her as she obediently prepared for doggy style, bending her legs to allow easier entry. I held her hips and she ground into me, impaling her wet pussy on my eager cock. I resisted the urge to go faster and instead fucked rhythmically, deeply, thrusting my hips. Holding her hip with one hand, I pulled her long black hair with the other, forcing her head up. Now there were no words at all….just screams of pleasure. "I’m close, baby…" I finally panted, pulling out and yanking off the condom. "Can you finish me off?" Mel didn’t even say anything, still slightly breathless herself, and plunged down to once again take me in her mouth. This time there were no long motions—she sucked me hard and fast, moving her hand up and down my shaft. While I’m not as…vocal…as Mel is, I had learned she likes hearing my appreciation for her good work. "That’s it, baby, right there," I gasped as she swirled her tongue around my head. "That’s it don’t stop DON’T STOP DON’T STOP OOHHHHHHHH—" The rest of the sentence was incoherent, as my hot sticky load burst forth into her waiting mouth. Now I was the one shouting as she swallowed every drop of my cum, continuing to suck me even as my body shivered from my orgasm’s aftershocks. Finally I collapsed back onto the bed, Mel curled up against my chest. It was, we reflected, the very best way to start the day. WhyYesThisIsFake