The light dripped through the shades, and poured over the contours of your figure - highlighting the places my hands and tongue love to tread. The amber glow of your hips, your thighs, your lips - inviting me to breakfast. I am famished, but not for long.

Delicately tracing your peaceful visage with an eager finger, you stir with a sleepy grin. I press my forehead to yours, we rub noses and loose a soft giggle and a tranquil sigh. We know what day it is, and what we’re going to do about it.

“Good morning, my love.”

Sounds of delight as our lips delicately touch and curl into devious smiles. Our eyes lazily open, and you see the intention in my gaze.

I’m going to devour you.

I’ve made this journey southerly countless times, but I never hesitate to marvel and appreciate the majesty of your natural beauty. The elegant ridges of your neck, your perfect peaks and voluptuous valleys - the loveliest landmarks on my pilgrimage to your perfect pussy.

A trail of kisses, licks and bites mark a path for my hands to follow - the aroma of your divine ambrosia fills my lungs and stokes a flame poised to engulf us both. I configure you into a shape conducive to my desire for consumption. You, my prey, willingly succumb.

I can see your anticipation in the shimmer of your nectars, the glistening of your lips inviting me to drink. My hands grip your thighs, and I spread you before me. Your pulse quickens under my thumbs as my tongue traces, and parts your petals.

You writhe and twist into elegant shapes as your back arches, your arms outstretched - your fingers intertwine my hair as I speak truth to your power. Your moans, gasps and whimpers - a symphony, composed to the timing of my touch, my taste. We are enraptured.

Together, my fingers, my teeth, my tongue - they pull from within you an orgasmic, electric shudder. Our hands find each other in the ripples of soft cotton and clench as you cum on my lips, your legs locking around my neck as you pull me into your depths - swallow me whole.

Your skin is aflame as I drip your ecstasy from my chin - I draw what feels like my first breath and gaze at this beautiful mess we've made. You let out a sigh perforated by a giggle, and I am pleased, sated for now.

"So, is it too late for French Toast?"