Looking at the figure laying in bed I saw a beautiful petite body framed by the early morning light entering from a pair of windows with drawn curtains, with face hidden by pillows in an effort to escape waking up for a few extra minutes. The sensual curves of her body made all the more apparent by the sheet covering her, rather than obscured. Slow, deep breaths gave motion to the exposed back as it rose and fell in rhythmically. A part of me marveled at her for awhile and I had to fight the urge to tuck part of her hair back behind her ear. Instead as gently as possible I disentangled myself from the sheet, and kissed her once on her exposed neck, and before pausing at the door. She stretched a bit in her sleep, and a soft sigh of contentment met my ears.
	Walking quietly down the hall, my morning ritual unfolded: coffee pot, cleaned and ready, was filled and started in a slow brewing process; two mugs taken down and set on the countertop; and eggs, bacon, and toast cooked, all while I was on autopilot. There’s something about the smell of breakfast that no matter when you encounter it, your body can’t help but compel you to wake up. After shutting off appliances, I made my way back down the hall, pausing briefly outside the bedroom door. She was still asleep but had managed to roll enough so that her face was framed exquisitely by the ever growing sunlight. Enough to take your breath away, I thought absently.
	With a smile I headed into the adjacent bathroom. There was nothing overly pretentious about it: I am after all still a man, in spite of the slightly softer side I try to hide with some difficulty. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was struck by how “youthful” I looked in spite of how I might have felt otherwise in my mind’s eye. The saving grace being that I continuously sported enough facial hair to demonstrate that I wasn’t much of a child then. Blue-green eyes peered back at me and showed every bit of the morning fugue my mind was slowly extricating itself from. Stifling a yawn I quickly proceeded to brush my teeth, then stripped off the simple t-shirt and boxers I’d been wearing. I turned and opened the shower curtain, turned on the water and let it slowly build up to an acceptable warmth before closing the curtain and switching on the shower spray.
	Then, as I found myself truly beginning to wake up I heard a bit of mischievous laughter from outside the bathroom, just as a light switch was flipped. The soft padding of bare feet entered the room, barely audible over the cascade of warm water. Again there came that girlish laughter as she opened the curtain to admit herself, before coming it behind her. Even in the weak morning light barely visible through the half closed door, she found my body in an instant. Our arms enfolded and her legs wrapped around my waist, finding a comfortable balance. In an almost primal way, that first tasting of her, as first lips then tongues met stirred me. It was all I could to do make myself come up for air. 
	“And good morning to you sweetheart,” I said a bit breathlessly. Isn’t it funny how your fight to say a thing aloud when your heart and mind scream things at you? “Did you sleep well?”
	I could just see the grin on her face that in my mind was best described as ferocious (and damn how I loved it). I felt the play of her lips against my ear and then a playful nibble. With the earlobe still in her teeth she managed a purring “Uh huh” even as her fingers glided over my back, tracing my spine from my neck downward.
	From the warmth of the breath against my neck I began to have that uncontrolled shiver of pleasure. In seconds blood traced pathways through me, leaving my heart pounding a staccato beat and my sex growing hard. Playfully I pulled back and said, perhaps a bit weakly, “What about breakfast?”
	She laughed then and another flashed another one of those grins that caused me to skip heartbeats. “Dessert first; breakfast later.”
	Lithely she bran to position herself better, so that my sex couldn’t help but feel the warm moist heat beginning to radiate from her own. Losing myself in long passionate kisses, I hadn’t even the sense of mind to turn the water off as I carried her to the bed room. Water dripped off onto first linoleum, then hardwood, and finally carpet and bed sheets as I laid her gently down upon the bed. For the briefest of moments I paused and looked upon this vision before me: petite body, with short hair plastered with water to her cheeks that had turned pint from internal heat; beautiful breasts with fully erect, pierced nipples; and eyes that have a come fuck me look upon them.
	As I positioned myself above her, with my arms braced to either side of her head and knees placed besides her hips, I let myself give in again to that side of myself that instinctually knew what to do. Passionate kissing was followed by a trail of kisses down to her left breast. With the gentlest of tongue flicks, I evoked a small moan of delight, which became something of a gasp when I took the nipple to my lips and gave an exceptionally nibble (so as to not hurt my teeth upon the jewelry in the piercing). Some more kissing followed as I proceeded to do the same to that of her other breast. 
	“God I want you,” was my often muttered mantra as I proceeded to move ever downward, pausing briefly to kiss her stomach, which had always been a very sensual place in my mind.
	As I hovered over her by then wet and waiting sex, I diverted playfully to the left to kiss her inner thigh and appreciated the mild shudder that followed. I felt her fingers quest through my short hair until she found a grip firm enough to direct me back. Her thighs then came to rest on my shoulders, as I held them gently but firmly near to the object of my attention.
	Heart beating fiercely, I lowered myself even further, allowing my lips to caress those of her sex, which nearly glowed from the sheen produced by both the water and her own internal spring. Licking my lips, both to taste the essence of her and to further ready myself, I savored the sweetness of her, which further hardened me. Then, slowly, I began to use my tongue on her already swollen lips, and was greeted with the loudest moan thus far, followed by her beginning to pant as her grip tightened further on my hair.
	She managed a moan that sounded much like, “Ooohh… Mmm.” Proceeding a bit further with my tongues explorations, I entered beyond her lips, feeling at once a near blazing internal heat as my tongue’s length reached its zenith, and the piercing brushed dancingly against her clitoris. All words with meaning escaped her, and instead her breathing became my gauge to her reactions. The taste of her flooded my senses as I proceeded to go about relishing her sex with great attentiveness, tongue and moth working to great effect (as evidenced by her lustful moans and cries). It wasn’t long before she came and came again, the grip on my hair only wavering after the third time she had climaxed. 
	Shifting positions so that I lay beside her on the water and sweat soaked bed, I paused to rest to catch my breath, my member as erect as possible. She rolled gently to face me, her lips finding mind and a bitter-sweetness that came from the mingled flavors of sweat, saliva, and her own essence. Holding her against me I felt the flushed heat that escaped her naked skin. “I adore you,” I said all too breathlessly.
	She gave me that smile of hers again and said, “I know.” Hardly the most earth shattering proclamation, but to my ears it was heavenly. After perhaps another five minutes of passionate kissing, she leaned over to my ear and whispered, “Your turn.”
	Her kisses traced a path from lips, to neck, and down my chest, each one sending an almost electric jolt down my spine. As she reached my still hard member, she proceeded to run her tongue from base, down the shaft, to tip, using her tongue to excite me further. Already pre-cum had begun to well up in response to her efforts, and a spasm of delight rippled through my entire body.
	With care she wrapped her hand around my member, bringing it first to her lips to kiss, and then slowly to her breasts, with the odd sensation of the piercing against the sensitive flesh causing me to moan slightly. My free hand caressed her cheek and made known that this was more than simple lust. After a few moments she drew back further, legs straddling my knees so that she had an unimpeded path to my erection. 
	Still gripping the shaft, she proceeded to lick her lips and then leaned over to take the head into her mouth. My eyes caught the curve of her spine along with the veil of her hair before they were shut and rolled slightly back. The pure sensation, the pure intensity, as her tongue and moist heat of her mouth proceeded to take my member in, inch by inch. How indescribable, as I felt the pressure of her beginning to suck in earnest. A wordless something, more akin to a grunt than real language, escaped me. She began then to add a rhythmic bobbing as she continued, the effect of which caused me first to gasp, then to pant.
	She then paused after several moments, withdrawing slowly, with tongue and gentle sensation of teeth sliding along the length. She swallowed the mingled blend of saliva and pre-cum, then worked her way forward until she was perched right over my glistening member. “I want you inside me,” she said huskily. “I want you to cum in me.”
	And with that her hand reached down and grabbed my erection, and inch by inch, I entered her; the moist heat was stoked high again, and the pleasure of it all was overwhelming. I placed my hands upon her lower back as she took the whole of me into herself and we because one. Lips and tongues entered once more into a sort of sacred dance as with each rise and fall of her hips my member slid further in and out in a pounding in sync with that of my heart.
	On and on we kept at it for an unknown amount of time, until she came again, which in turn caused me to pick up my pace. In and out, panting and moaning together, I built closer and closer to climax.
	My heart beating furiously, I said in a nearly breathless grunt, “I’m about to cum.”
	“Cum in me,” she purred, then pounding, pounding, pounding. She tightened the muscles that surrounded my member, then moaned an exquisitely throaty sound. “Cum in me!”
	Then like pure white noise, I climaxed, the floodgates opened as I ejaculated a torrent of cum insider her as she climaxed in time with me. Her sex squeezed the shaft over and over, milking my own completely until I could cum no further. I collapsed back from the sheer power of it all as I held her to me and kissed her as passionately as ever before, lingering upon her lips as shudders ran the length of both of our bodies. In her taste I found a completeness, and in her eyes I saw a rapturous delight I was certain was mirrored in my own.
	Pausing for a moment, she huskily said to me “I adore you.” I kissed her again before replying.
	“I know. Let’s go get some breakfast.”