Angelo
I wake in a wash of warm sunlight over the bed, the scent of citrus and clean linen surrounding me, and in the first few moments, when I don’t yet remember the worries of yesterday, I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time. There’s a pleasant arousal humming through my blood, my c**k hard against my thigh. I sink back into the pillows, anticipating the warm caress of my wife’s lips and tongue over the length of it, the same pleasure I’ve been spoiled with every recent morning. I’ll come in her mouth this morning, I think, in those last half-asleep moments. And then I’ll make her come with mine.
It’s only when I don’t feel anything that the surprise of it wakes me up. Rosalia enjoys our morning routine as much as I do, and I’m startled to find that not only is she not between
