I woke before he did. He was clearly exhausted, and I smiled to myself remembering his face from last night. I moved to get out of bed, and he caught me, taking me by surprise. He pulled me back to him. He growled into my hair as he said, “mine.” I giggled at his possessiveness as his hands began to get lost along my side, over my hips, down my pelvis. My giggles quickly becoming moans. He wasn’t working to make me cum, simply to make me want him again.
“Can I ask for something?” He whispered into my hair. I wouldn’t have told him no in a normal situation. Now with his fingers teasing me it certainly wasn’t even a question. I whimpered an acknowledgement. “You can say no, of course, but I haven’t had a blow job in–”
I jumped and turned my body around. This man had given me so much pleasure. His noises were so stimulating I wanted to see what else I could coax out of him. In every sense of the word.
I was not disappointed. Neither was he.