I always enjoy the last warm days of summer knowing that the nights of sleeping totally naked are precious, numbered and coming to a close. Soon the cold weather will force my husband and me to bundle up each night before bed. So it is with a heightened sensitivity to the significance of the moment that I savor each of the still-warm September mornings, seizing all of the erotic opportunities that come with the freedom of nudity. While there is always pleasure in cuddling up with your husband to keep warm during the winter months, for me it doesn’t match the charged, fresh feeling of waking up completely naked in the summer light next to a man with an erection.

My husband, Scott, and I are still young newlyweds, and virtually no morning passes where he doesn’t wake up with a nice inviting hard-on for me to suck and play with. During the past summer months, I’ve gotten accustomed to tickling his cock with my tongue just moments after I wake up. It is such an immediate reaction, so natural. In fact, there’s nothing I enjoy more than sucking Scott’s cock while he’s still asleep, using the pressure of my mouth to gradually bring him out of his sleep.

I remember the excitement I felt the first time I took his cock in my mouth while he was still sleeping. I woke up early one Saturday morning. When I rolled over, I saw Scott lying flat on his back with his cock straining toward his navel. It looked so delicious just resting there, hard, on his belly. It would be a shame to let this healthy erection go unattended, I thought. So I bent down and quietly slid my tongue over his smooth cockhead, wondering how long it would take him to realize what I was doing.

I carefully circled the tip of his cock with my tongue and lightly continued down his thick shaft. I felt his stomach quiver slightly as I reached his balls, and I looked up to see that his eyes were still closed. I giggled at my own mischievousness.

I sucked his balls into my mouth and started gently massaging his cock with my hand. I knew that Scott always enjoyed this when he was awake, so I wondered if he would enjoy it just as much in his sleep.

Then I started paying careful attention to every inch of his cock, slowly gliding up and down to feel it all. His thickness stretched my lips, sending me onward with a charged sense of purpose. He tasted so good, so morning-fresh.

The excitement was getting to me now, almost as if I were stealing a few moments from Scott’s most private time. I felt the moisture between my legs grow, and I sucked faster. Reaching down with one hand, I dipped it into my wet slit and fingered myself, matching the cadence of my hand to the rhythm of my mouth on Scott’s cock. The synchronized motions made me stroke more urgently, more purposefully.

Suddenly his hips were rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm, and I felt his hands pressing my head down. He was awake! I sent my mouth over his cock with longer and deeper strokes, increasing the pace until we were both moving frantically against each other. Scott ran his hands down my spine, giving me a tiny chill, then let them rest on my asscheeks, his fingers bouncing lightly in and out of my crack. I was intent on pleasuring Scott to the fullest, having him just lie back and enjoy my actions within the languid climate of the early morning. His movements told me I was doing just that.

When I felt the first quivers of his orgasm, I locked my hands onto his hips to ride all the way with him. He moaned as I kept the pressure on his cock with my mouth. And he released forcefully into me, his come shooting down my throat with energy renewed by a satisfying sleep.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling up at him, the taste of his come still heavy in my mouth.

“What a great way to start the day,” he sighed.

Since then, my husband and I have taken full advantage of the warm weather, pleasuring each other first thing in the early mornings. Scott seems as much addicted to this summertime ritual as I am. We feel it’s the most natural thing to do.

It’s hard to let the morning pass without Scott’s fit body inspiring me to touch and suck. And it’s just as often that I’ll wake up with Scott’s sweet tongue buried between my legs.

I often tell my husband that he has a magic tongue, because he always finds just the right rhythm and pressure for my mood. In the morning, he usually starts licking my pussy slow and easy. (He knows I need to wake up gradually or else I’ll be cranky all day.) And the warm feel of his tongue pressing hotly against my clitoris just brings me out of my sleep with such a lazy rush of desire. In minutes I am squirming uncontrollably against his face, urging him on by pulling his head farther into me. It is then that he’ll pick up the pace, his tongue whipping and his lips working furiously until I am convulsing with a powerful orgasm.

My husband and I have found that there’s nothing quite like being pampered by the hands and lips of your lover. Especially when they’re lying naked and waiting in the morning.