The first thing I felt was warmth—wet, sinful warmth that wrapped around me in the best possible way. I groaned softly, still heavy with sleep, but the haze was quickly lifting. Then I felt the slow drag of your tongue, teasing, deliberate, pulling me from the edges of unconsciousness into a blazing awareness.
My eyes flickered open, and there you were, kneeling between my legs, your mouth moving with a hunger that made my pulse quicken. The sight of you—hair messy, eyes full of mischief, your lips stretched around me—was enough to make me harder against your eager tongue.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” I muttered, my voice rough and low, still thick from sleep.
You didn’t stop, didn’t even look up at first, but the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sucked me deeper. Your hands gripped my hips, steadying yourself as you moved, your nails pressing into my skin just enough to send sparks through me.
I let out a groan, my hand tangling in your hair, guiding you at my pace now. “Look at you,” I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction. “So desperate to wake me up like this, so eager to be good for me first thing in the morning.”
Your eyes flicked up to meet mine, wide and full of submission, and that look—so perfectly needy—sent a surge of heat through me. I tightened my grip in your hair, pulling you closer, forcing you to take me even deeper. The soft gagging sounds you made only fueled the fire, your body trembling with every deliberate thrust I gave you.
“You love this, don’t you?” I growled, my voice sharper now as I pushed you further. “You love being my little toy, waking me up with that perfect mouth of yours.”
Your muffled whimper was answer enough, the vibrations of your moans pushing me closer to the edge. My free hand gripped the sheets, my body tensing as I thrust into you, harder, faster, until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
The release came like a flood, and you didn’t pull away. You took every last drop, your lips wrapped tightly around me, swallowing like the good girl I’d trained you to be. When you finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, your cheeks flushed, and the most satisfied smirk crossed your face as you licked me clean.
“Good girl,” I muttered, my breath still uneven as I pulled you up into my arms. My hand gripped your chin, tilting your face toward mine, and I kissed you deeply, tasting myself on your tongue. “But don’t think I’m letting you off easy. You’ve got me wide awake now.”
Your laughter was soft, teasing, but the way you squirmed in my lap told me you knew exactly what was coming next.
“On your back,” I ordered, my voice low and commanding as I pinned you beneath me. “It’s my turn now to take what’s mine.”
And as my hands roamed your body, teasing every inch of you, I made sure you knew waking me up like that had its rewards—and its consequences.
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