Before the Alarm

A short story in two parts

Part 1

In my dream you didn't waste time with hello. You pushed me back on the bed, pulled my dick out and went down on it fast, your mouth hot and your tongue doing that thing I still can't explain — flicking under the head, then flat and wide down the shaft, then back up, quick, quicker, like you were trying to win something.

I lasted maybe twenty seconds. I came in your mouth with my hand on the back of your head, and you swallowed and laughed at me for being so quick, which should have been embarrassing but you were already crawling up to kiss me, so I tasted myself on your tongue instead of being embarrassed.

"You owe me," you said against my mouth. "That was the appetizer."

I got your shirt off and took my time with your breasts. That was the payment plan. I sucked one nipple slow while I rolled the other between my fingers, and you moaned the way you do when you don't think you're being loud — little sounds punched out between breaths, your back arching up off the mattress to push more of you into my mouth. I switched sides and you pulled my hair, not gently.

Then I kissed my way down your stomach, spread your legs open, and started with two fingers first, gentle, sliding in slow while you got wetter around them. You grabbed my wrist.

"Baby, please," you said. "I want you to suck my pussy. Stop being polite about it."

So I stopped being polite. I put my mouth on you and ate you like I'd been starving all week — tongue flat, then pointed, fingers still working inside you, your thighs clamped around my ears so everything went quiet except the feeling of you shaking against my face. Half an hour. You came three times, you told me later, though I lost count because you kept pulling me back down by the hair every time I came up to breathe.

When I finally surfaced my dick was standing again, hard as it had been at the start. You reached down and guided me in yourself, holding the base while I slid into you gently, all that wetness letting me go deep in one slow push.

Then you said, "Turn me over. I want it from the back."