Best Morning Call

We are sprawled across the hotel sheets when the first light slips through the curtains. Ivy hates mornings and fights the day like it's enemy ground, yet she keeps one knee hooked lazily over mine. I feel my need pulsing between my thighs before the alarm even rings. My fingers know her heat already, sliding to circle her clit while she mutters and stretches. The movement rouses her just enough that her mouth finds my cunt without looking. Her tongue is languid at first, licking up the slick I have for her, then it grows greedy. She settles above me, cunt wet and warm against my open mouth, facing my feet so I cannot escape. Her hips grind slow circles while my lips seal around her clit and suck. The taste is rich, faintly musky, the same salt I crave on my tongue every sunrise. She moans into me; the vibration shoots straight through my core. All I need is the weight of her sitting on my face and the sight of her eyes glancing down between her own spread thighs. One slow suck from her mouth and a heartbeat of pressure from her hips and I break, coming hard with her taste flooding me. Best wake-up of the whole damn trip.