It had been weeks since they were together. She was hungry, starving for him actually. The aroma was heavenly as the long, thick object of her desire enticed her. It was warm, swollen and the juices oozing from it made her salivate. As he held it for her, her lips moving closer, salivating ever more as she parted her lips, her tongue exiting her mouth. The tip of her tongue just lightly touching the moisture laden tip and tasting the sweet, savory nectar leaking from within this luscious object, she let out a low moan.
It was warm, slightly salty yet sweet and savory all at the same time. She let out a slight moan as she relished the flavor. Her tongue circled the tip, and then slid down the length. She parted her lips to allow it to enter her watering mouth. It lay along her tongue as she savored the taste and the texture.
She wrapped her lips around, slightly sucking it, tongue undulating along its length, coaxing more of the delicious nectar from it. Looking into his eyes, seeing his desire, she smiled at him. She moved closer, her hands moving down his back and squeezing his buns.
Her lips wrapped around, she took nearly the entire length into her mouth, looking up at him, watching his face for any reaction. He smiled back at her with a glint in his eye. She opened her mouth so he could see as she flicked the tip, circled the length, lapping up the juices still leaking from within. Her hands caressing his body, their eyes locked. She again wrapped her lips around and moaning as she sucked and moved it in and out between her lips.
This is the way it should be every morning she thought, yearning for the day when they would finally be living together. They should/could/would start every morning like this.
With a wicked glint, she looked back up at him, smiling, with her lips still encasing nearly the entire length, moaning with the pleasure of the morning. She moved up toward his lips, kissing his chest along the way. Kissing him deeply, he could taste the sweet/savory flavor on her tongue. Her hands caressing his back and moving lower, sliding under the waistband of his briefs, feeling the softness of his skin. Pulling each other closer, their bodies pressed together, the heat building between them.
She whispers:
“I love you Baby, but the other sausages are starting to burn,” and she took the sausage from his hand and devoured it.
