There's a meow accompanying this smothering, and as my hands lift upward to wipe my face, I feel Morris.
The position he's sitting in clearly helps me process that it is his whole entire asshole on my mouth.
I bolt upright immediately, spitting profusely.
"Seriously Morris!" I spit again, wiping the hair out of my mouth, crinkling my face.
Turning to my right, Lincoln is lying down on his stomach, his head facing right in my direction, but his eyes are clearly open, or at least half-lidded, with a big toothy grin on his face.
"Did you put him on my face?" I half-laugh in outrage because as mad as I want to be, it is funny.
"Nope. Did that all on his own. I saw one he crawled up there."
"And you didn't think to remove him when he put his fucking asshole on my mouth?!"
"Your mouth was wide open too hahaha." Lincoln bellows with laughter, burying his face in the pillow, cracking the hell up.
Shoving him hard, which makes him laugh even harder, I stand up, swinging my legs over the bed to rush to the bathroom to wash out my mouth with soap and then follow it up with Listerine before brushing my teeth and then repeating the process about three times.
"Fucking nasty!" I say, still hearing Lincoln's laughter getting louder and louder.
"I don't understand what is so funny to you," I call out from the bathroom in the hallway.
Heading back into the bedroom, I see him doubling over, his knees pulled up to his chest on his back, cracking up. Lincoln is shirtless with only his red boxers on, funny enough, the ones that I had given him a long time ago. They're still in great condition, although a little faded.
Unable to help myself from laughing, I launch on top of Lincoln and tickle him. It didn't escape my notice that his morning wood is stretching under the constraints of his red boxers.
My hand wraps around his dick and pulls. "You think it's funny," I say, laughing.
"God don't like ugly. All the torture you put me through, that's what you get."
"You're such an asshole, Link."
"Why does that bother you? Clearly you like assholes since you had one all the way in your mouth for breakfast."
"EEEEWWW! YOU—" I trail off, slapping him on the shoulder and then giving him another slap on the belly.
He grabs my wrists, still laughing, and rolls over on top of me. I try to kick him, laughing myself.
Lincoln counters by letting himself fall flat against me, burying me under his weight, no longer holding my wrists because he doesn't need to.
"You made sure you washed out your mouth good, right?" he asks, a giggle escaping him again.
"Fuck you." I smile, and despite myself, I'm unable to stop smiling.
But the one thing that helps me stop is when he puts his lips on mine, his tongue burying itself under mine before sliding over to cover the top.
My tongue presses against his as our lips close and open around each other's. I am now fully awake, and so is my pussy, as my walls clench in anticipation. Lincoln and I used to have morning sex all the time when we dated and when we were married.
I can feel Lincoln trying to be slick, pulling down his boxers so his meaty dick can rest on my belly.
I know he's been masturbating, although not coming. He's not shied away from that fact to the point where he will sit with his door wide open or on the living room couch, stroking himself when he knows that I am going to walk in and see him.
I had gone over one of the times when he was on the couch and sat between his knees to suck his dick, only to stop when he was about to go over.
"Like I said, you have no self-control," I tease him, my voice light but laced with challenge.
"Do you not want me to come ever again?"
