I would love to wake up to your kisses. Your tender lips grazing my cheeks, just above my beard, and kissing me. Waiting for me to finally wake up and, at the first sign, teasing my skin by dragging your nails down my bare chest.
Getting on top of me, straddling me, and bending over to kiss down my chest. One kiss at a time while you scratch my skin with your nails.
Reaching my lower abdomen, I lift the cover to watch you, just to see what you're doing. Your hands work at my boxers, pulling them slowly down as you kiss lower, every bit that you uncover. Teasing yourself as much as you're teasing me.
Your breasts passing over my hard bulge, driving me crazy for you. I run a hand down to comb my fingers through your hair, feeling your lips reach the base of my cock.
Being the tease that you are, you'd pull my boxers even slower, dragging the waistband the length of my shaft, bit by bit. Your lips following on, only making me harder and my tip wetter. It becomes obvious as you pass the waistband over the tip, wiping some of the precum away. I'd be hard and turned on enough that it wouldn't even matter. You'd see my tip coated with precum again almost immediately.
You slowly, warmly, gently plant your lips at the tip and I moan with a, "fuck" escaping my lips.
I want that good morning.