#mickey pearson

A slight tickle between your legs made you shift some, only slightly disturbing your light slumber. You started to change positions, turning onto your side but were blocked by something broad, then a hand settled on your hip and gently pushed it back down. Ray. A tired smile spread across your face and you ran your fingers through his soft hair as he kissed along your thigh. "Good morning to you too, babe," you said with a hum, resting your arm over your eyes to block out the sunlight. "How'd you sleep, love?" He asked in his gravelly morning voice, looking up with his eyes while his lips stayed on your thigh, nibbling a small love bite on the soft skin. "Well I was enjoying a nice dream, and then I felt something tickle, and then I woke up with you between my thighs," you summarized with a tired, sarcastic smile. He chuckled softly "it's my day off, I just wanted my favorite breakfast, baby. Can you blame me?" "You could have waited until I was awake to eat," you countered. "What can I say? I'm a starving, starving man," he said with a shrug, grazing the soft skin of your inner thigh with his teeth.

He nuzzled his cheek against your thigh softly, making sure his beard rubbed against the gentle skin; he grinned at the pleased hum you emitted. "It's not often I get a day off, my love. So, may I have my favorite meal of the day?" he asked politely while his thumb slowly worked between your petals, his hazel eyes gleaming with joy and just a hint of leftover sleepiness. "How can I deny that face?" You asked as you reached down to cup his cheek, lightly tracing your thumb along his jawline.

"You can't," he said proudly before licking a painfully slow stripe up to your clit, circling the nub slowly with his tongue. Your eyes fell shut as hums lazily fell from your lips with each slow swipe of his tongue; the gentle motions didn't seem to go with the scratchiness of his beard on your sensitive lips as he dove further into you. One of his hands squeezed your thigh softly and the other reached up to cup your breast, carefully tweaking the nipple between two of his fingers. His low chuckle at your soft, pitiful moans sent vibrations to your core. "Fuck Ray," you mumbled as you lazily tugged his hair. "So sweet, love,  like nectar from the most divine flower in the garden," he purred seductively with a smirk. His eyes darkened at the whine you let out.

Raymond made brief eye contact with you and when he received the small nod, he buried his face between your legs. His tongue longingly laps at your cunt and his eyes fall shut as he sets his lazy pattern of teasing you enough to get you worked up before calming down; he chuckles when you whine to object or pull his hair impatiently. You sigh in relief when you feel his tongue dip into your entrance, slowly thrusting the muscle into you while the hand on your hip moves to cover your mound, his thumb rubbing relaxed circles over your bud to match the relaxed thrusts of his tongue. The orgasm that washed over you is subtle, your muscles all simultaneously clenched and your back arched off of the mattress. You tugged his hair slightly and let out a shaky exhale. By the time your muscles were relaxing and your eyes fluttered open again, he was laying next to you on his side, his gaze watching his thumb play with your clit.

"C'mere," you muttered with a dazed smile, already pulling him on top of you and kissing him lovingly. The hand tangled in his hair held him to you as you kissed, humming the taste of yourself on his lips. Without so much as pausing, he positioned himself over you and pushed his member into you. He wrapped your legs around his waist and thrusts slowly, his hand cupping your jaw as he briefly pulling his lips from yours, resting his forehead against your own "I love you, babe, so much." "I love you too Ray," you said, promised as your eyes met. He slowly rutted his hips against yours in a way that had his pelvis grinding against your mound with each movement, sending bursts of pleasure to your center. He leaned down for another kiss, though it was only brief before he cupped your breast and took the hardened peak into his mouth, suckling slowly and humming against the bud.

Gradually, he rocked his hips faster yet still at a relaxed pace, like he was in no hurry to finish. A mixture of quiet moans and hums left you as he rocked slowly, the slight curve of his member brushing against the best spots inside of you. His breathing came out in soft huffs of air as he looked between you, watching his length enter you repeatedly, transfixed on the sight. "You feel so good, Ray," you mumbled; your brain still wasn't awake enough to actively think of something witty or clever to say. "And you always do, my love," he returned.

Again, your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair again, holding him there and anchoring yourself to him as you felt another climax nearing. You rocked your hips against him a few times before one of his hands came to hold your hips down. "Now be patient, love," he chastised, blowing on your nipple he'd be lavishing with attention and chuckling at the full-body shiver the small action caused. "Wanna cum, Ray" you muttered with a soft, barely audible moan. "Not yet, angel," he hummed back, before his lips attached to the nipple he'd been ignoring, giving it the same lavish attention. "Please," you begged softly. He held a finger out in front of you in a motion that meant 'wait'. You held back a small whine at the gesture. Moments later, his movements felt more rigid, needier but not quite urgent.

"Go on, love," he urged just before pinching your clit. A surprised moan-yelp leaped from your throat and you moaned his name as you came, your arms tightening around him and holding on for dear life. When you eventually came down, your head fell back onto the pillow beneath it and your entire being relaxed at once. You felt his muscles tensing beneath your hands as he came, a broken moan sounding as he threw his head back, holding your hips flush against his until his climax subsided. Panting some, he collapsed over you, using his forearms to keep his weight from crushing you. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, kissing the skin softly. You loosened your legs from around his waist and brushed some hair out of his face with your hand, moving with him when he rolled onto his back. "What's gotten into you this morning?" You asked curiously as you folding your arms over his chest, resting your head on them. "I know you've got a bunch of boring meetings today, thought you might like to think of me between your legs so you don't die of boredom," he said with a yawn and a surprisingly goofy grin. "So you used your beard to mark my thighs?" You asked with an amused grin. "And your breasts, not that anyone else is gonna see it, though," he said proudly. You rolled your eyes and shook your head with a chuckle "you're lucky I like beard burn, Raymond." "I'm lucky for more than that, love."