A Morning to Remember: Waking up to a Hard Cock

LadyParfume

LadyParfume, Virtual Papi

The first light of dawn painted our room in soft, gold and grey hues, the world outside still hushed and asleep. I stirred to the familiar warmth of his body beside mine, the steady rhythm of his breath a comforting melody against the silence. My fingers traced the gentle, strong lines of his chest, feeling the quiet power that rested there. I shifted, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his skin, tasting the faint, clean scent of him and the lingering echo of our shared dreams. A slow, deliberate path of kisses followed, each one a whispered promise against his awakening form. I felt the subtle tension coil within him, a sharp intake of breath that was my only warning. The solid, heated length of him pressed insistently against my cheek, a silent, potent plea that made my heart flutter wildly. This was our sacred, private language, a conversation spoken only with touch and trust in the fragile morning light. A profound, aching tenderness swelled within me, a wave of emotion so fierce it stole my breath. In this quiet space, we were the only two people in existence, bound by a connection that felt both beautifully new and eternally ancient.