Rise & Shine (Audio Script)

Stories

“There’s my beautiful wife.”

“Good morning, baby.”

“Well, good morning, handsome.”

I turn my head, trying to catch his lips, but he takes advantage of the opportunity and drags the rasp of his beard across my neck and jaw before dropping a kiss to my exposed throat.

“Feeling amorous this morning?”

“Maybe….”

“We haven’t even had coffee yet.”

I shift in his arms so I’m leaning against his chest, and grab the steaming mug of coffee I made for him.

“Have I told you that I love you yet today?”

“You have, but I always love hearing it… and I love you, too.”

We stay like that, both drinking our coffee and taking in the slow wake-up of the world around us.

I can’t believe this is real life. This slow, peaceful, perfect morning couldn’t get much better.

The sun is slowly waking up too, bathing the trees in this gorgeous orangey-pinkish glow that I always forget about when I haven’t seen it in so long, and I turn my head to tell my husband, to make sure he sees it too, but before I can say anything—

He pulls back and I turn with him to chase the familiar heat of his mouth, needing more of his coffee-flavoured kisses to complete the perfection of this moment.

But I can’t reach him when he presses forward, pinning me between the railing and the heat of his body behind me.

I’m held there, his hands bracketing my hips and his lips just out of reach as he begins to kiss me again.

“My love…”

He continues kissing me in all my most sensitive spots as he shifts, tipping his hips forward until I feel the hard length of him pressed against me as his hands move over the soft loose fabric of my sleep shirt.

The wonder I felt at the rising sun is now turned inward, bathing my body in sensitive delight in the wake of his touch..

His lips… his hands… everywhere he touches feels brand new, awake and alive in a way that makes my heart race.

“I love kissing you here… And here… And especially here…”

I respond without thinking, my hips tipping back into his as every kiss is punctuated with a lift of my shirt until, with the final kiss on that sensitive spot below my ear, his hands are beneath my shirt and he’s cupping my breasts.

“Babe… what are you doing?”

“Showing my wife how much I appreciate her, how much I love and crave her every single day.”

He massages my breasts as he speaks, squeezing them softly, and it makes me swoon a little at the blatant desire in his voice. I get swept up in it and reach back, slipping my hand between us to lightly palm him through his flannel pj pants.

“And how much is that, my darling husband?”

“This much.”

His words are punctuated by the flex of his hips, pressing his hard cock into my hand as I grip him, stroking so his flex becomes a thrust and tease.

“Let’s go inside, baby, I want you to show me more…”

“Hmmm, no.”

“No?”

“No. Let’s stay right here, I want to show the world how beautiful you look when I’m loving you.”

With that, he steps back, and I turn to watch him, to ask what he’s doing but before I can say anything, he’s on his knees, gently parting my thighs.

“You can enjoy your view, and I’ll enjoy mine.”

In one smooth motion, he’s pushed my silk panties down and pressed his mouth to my pussy lips, sucking and licking along the slit before parting them with his tongue.

“Oh wow… this is… mmm, oh… the sexiest sunrise I’ve ever… oh, do that again.”

He does, swirling his tongue around my clit before dragging it down to my entrance and licking inside.

He continues licking my pussy, his tongue working me with diligent focus as I plunge my hands into his hair to massage his scalp.

“OH, yes.”

The feel of my husband’s mouth is an incredible tease as he flicks, licks and sucks me just the way I like, it’s so good, almost perfect and I arch my back, pressing my hips because I want more.. I need more..

“Spread your legs for me, baby. Mhm, put your leg here, okay? It’s okay, I’ll make sure you don’t fall. But I need more of your sweet pussy, and I need you to spread these thighs for me.”

I’ve never seen him like this, his eyes dark and hungry as he implores me to lift my heel and brace myself on the railing.

But I want him to keep eating me out so I do as he asks and spread my legs wide with my foot on the railing so I'm fully open to him with the morning sun warm on my slick, bare pussy.

“Perfect, baby. You’re so perfect.”

He drops a kiss on each sun-kissed thigh…

And then, devours me like a man starved.

His tongue swirls as he sucks, his skilled mouth working me hard and fast as if he wants this climax to hit me before our coffee goes cold and the thought would make me laugh but

“Ohhhh god, yes.”

He sucks one labia into his mouth as he tongue fucks me, and I lose track of anything except the overwhelming pleasure of his mouth.

Ohh, it’s so good. He’s always so good, but it’s never been like this before.

I’m dizzy with need, somehow overstimulated and desperate for more as he licks, sucks and fucks my pussy like he needs my pleasure to live.

And I don’t want him to stop, I want to feel like this forever as the pleasure rises inside me, warm and radiant like the sun on my thighs as I pull his hair, pulling him harder into me as I begin to rock my hips into his face.

“Yes, please, keep… just like that, don’t stop, please.”

His hands at the back of my thighs move up, gripping my ass and spreading me wide for him as he sucks hard, his tongue swirling and

“Ohhh, yes, oh my– oh, baby, I’m going to passion—”

My fingers card through his hair as I catch my breath and stare down at him with adoration.

“I never love my husband more than when my passion is dripping down his chin, his face soaked with how well he loves me.”

My pussy pulses, body shivering in the aftershock of my climax as he peppers kisses over my pussy, my thighs, and the soft wet curls between them.

But as I look down at him, I can see how much he loved devouring my pussy too.

“Babe… what are you doing?”

“Showing my wife how much I appreciate her, how much I love and crave her every single day.”

He gets to his feet, his wet, swollen mouth hovering over mine as he moves his body between my spread thighs.

I reach between us, dipping my hand into his pants to bring his dick out as he kisses me.

“You know just how to make a man feel appreciated for his efforts, baby… but you’ve gotta stop or I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweet girl? Making me passion like a teenager from my wife’s hand around my cock?”

I would like that, and he knows it.

But I’m greedy, desperate for more of him in a way I can’t describe, and I think he knows that too.

His hand covers mine, and together, we give his throbbing dick one more stroke before he threads our fingers together and he spins me around so I’m facing the view.

“Look at that sunrise, baby. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

I nod, my hips wiggling as I try to press back into him, but his hand runs up my spine, pushing my sleep shirt up, up, up until he’s tugging it over my head.

“The sunrise is the second prettiest thing out here.”

My cheeks flush with adoration and arousal as he grips my shoulder gently and lightly pats my ass.

He presses me forward, holding my ass in place until I’m bent over, leaning against the railing to support myself as he grips my hips, his fingertips massaging gentle circles into my skin as he seems to get lost in the view.

I can feel the heat of his cock against my ass and desire swells inside me until I’m wiggling with need.

“You’re a greedy little thing this morning. Already had one climax and it’s not enough for you… But it never is, is it, baby? And I can’t leave my beautiful wife wanting.”

He leans forward, soft kisses trailing up and down my spine as I feel him reach down and grip his own cock, giving himself a couple of strokes.

His free hand roams my body, from my hip to my ass, then around to flare across my stomach before he finds my breasts and pinches a chest.

“Oh, yeah, more…”

And so he gives me more, with one quick shift he’s lining up with my entrance and sliding into me, his cock spreading me wide open for him as he fills me.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet for me. You feel so good.”

My pussy clenches in response to his praise.

“You like it when I talk to you, don’t you, baby? You want me to tell you how good your sweet pussy feels…”

“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes, oh please don’t stop.”

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… ever felt… ever claimed like this. Your body is a temple and being inside you… filling you like this… it makes me feel like a god.”

His hands are everywhere, playing with my chest, kneading my hips, and my skin is on fire as he slams into me, hard, fast, rhythmic thrusts that drive my need and with every thrust, I want more.

It’s so good, he feels so good, I can’t get enough of his skin on mine.

“I want to feel you, I need to-”

We move in sync as he pulls me close so he’s pressing me into the railing, and his chest is flush against my back, and he’s kissing my neck as he rolls my chest in time with his hard, rolling thrusts.

His kisses against my fevered skin drive my need higher as he thrusts into me and my hands cover his on my chest as I grind back into him, so desperate to drive him over the edge just like this.

“Play with your clit for me, baby.”

His words spark in my blood, adding to the heat pooling in my belly as I let go of the railing and reach between my thighs, fingers finding my slick, swollen clit.

“Ohhhhh yes, that’s it. Just.. what…”

“Just what you need isn’t it, baby? That’s it, play with your clit… I’m so close, I want you to passion with me.”

And I don’t know if it’s the sun on my skin or the perfect fit of his body in mine as he fills me but I’m mindless to anything but pleasure.

“I’m so close, baby, I need you to… passion with me baby, passion with me, right now, I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up baby, passion with me, now.”

His words, his cock and the morning sun are a trifecta I can’t resist.

I feel the first hot pulse of his passion as I fall apart.

“Mmm, wow… that was…”

I trail off, breathless and wide-eyed in awe as I turn my head to catch my husband’s eye.

“It was perfect, baby. Just like you.”

The soft, open look on his face takes me by surprise, and I turn, feeling him slide out of me as I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek into his chest.

I hug my husband, listening as his thunderous heartbeat slows to a steady rhythm as familiar as my own.

“I think I could be convinced to be a morning person if they always started like this.”

“Me too, baby.”