Tristan
“Are you watching me sleep, Miss Andric?” I fix her with a lazy squint and smile. She has an unruly mess of curls from sleep and my hands tangled in them last night, making her look dishevelled but stunning. Her breasts spill over my chest, intensifying the dull throb of my morning wood. Perfect. This is how I need to wake up every morning. I’ve been waking up to her most mornings since we returned from Wales a week ago.
She runs a finger down my chest to where the duvet has gathered around the V taper of my waist. “Guilty,” she whispers. “Looking like an Adonis when you first wake up is not a small feat. Well done.”
Bringing my mouth up to meet her sinfully beautiful one, I remember how amazing those swollen lips felt around me last night. I pull back, surprised. ‘You’ve brushed your teeth? She blushes. “I do it as soon as I wake up, then creep back into bed.” I chuckle as I study every line and feature of her face.
“What?” She smiles at me, confused.
“Nothing,” I murmur. “It’s just you take my breath away. Every morning, I wake up with you. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this.” My voice was hoarse with need and I wondered if I’d come on too strong. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away.
It was true though. The mornings that I wake up with her are the mornings that my stomach isn’t contorted with knots of stress.
Cheeks flushed, she stares at me, dazed, like my words come as a surprise. Can she not see how infatuated I am with her? “That’s such a sweet thing to say.”
I trail a palm down her jawline, her collarbone, her breasts and lower stomach, peeling the blankets off her as I do so. My fingers tease the delicate soft skin just above her clit.
She stares at me with those big blue eyes and pouty lips, mewling softly. Ready for me. Wanting me. Begging me.
Damn.
Her hips swivel, and she hoists a leg over mine, splaying herself open, on top of me. I tug aside the lace crotch of her pants and thrust two fingers inside her to find she’s wet already. Probably because she’s been rubbing against me all night, wearing nothing more than lacy underwear, getting us both worked up in our sleep.
Her lower stomach shudders in response as I plunge my fingers in and out of her opening. Damn, she feels amazing. I watch her face contort and her breathing become jagged as she arches her back and really starts to ride my fingers, her muscles tightening around them. She whimpers as my thumb finds her clit and I rub it in small teasing circles. Hers is a beautiful face that I could spend hours watching.
My cock throbs with anticipation, waiting for its turn.
“Please,” she moans. “Please, Tristan.” A blush crawls up her neck, telling me she’s close. I love it when she begs.
“Not yet, baby,” I manage hoarsely. “I want to taste you.” This morning I want to have her in the most intimate way a man can. I pull my fingers out of her wetness, and she groans.
She lets me pull her underwear down to her ankles. With small breathy pants, she wriggles out of them and pulls down the duvet so my cock springs free.
“You are so ready for me all the time, aren’t you?” I murmur.
Taking her hips in my hands, I lift her up in the air so that she’s straddling my waist. She squirms, attempting to level her entrance up with my cock but I lock her in a tight hold.
I smile wickedly. “You’re going up, not down. I’m going to spread you wide on my face.”
Her eyes pop wide. “I’ve never-” She stops when I push myself down and grab her legs so that she’s straddling my chest.
“Higher,” I say.
Elly tentatively inches forward so that her beautiful wet heat is directly above my face. With my hands around her thighs, I push her down on my face so that my tongue enters her. From above, I hear her strangled cries as my tongue pushes in again and again.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, her hands shaking the bedpost.
My hands controlling the tempo, I grind her back and forward across my mouth, my tongue lashing against her clit each time. She squirms and writhes above me, letting out little grunts and moans that send me wild.
“Good girl,” I grunt, thrusting my tongue relentlessly inside her like a man starving. Who needs morning coffee when I’ve got this to wake up to? “Relax, sweetheart. Let me give you what you want.”
She’s lost all the shyness that she had minutes ago and is now spreading her legs wider around me, squirming against my face. Her hips buck and jerk, telling me she’s close.
I vaguely hear myself mumbling about her how this is the best feeling in the world, how I’ve obsessed about her since I met her, how much I absolutely adore her and other truths I’ve never said out load, my words spurred on by her pleasure.
I hear her loud cry as her thighs shudder and she comes hard against my tongue. Exhaling heavily, Elly collapses on top of me, planting her entire body weight down on my face.
“Baby,” I choke, struggling to breathe as she smothers me.
“Oops.” She giggles, hoisting her hips up to release me.
Breathing deeply, I push her hips towards my aching cock. A gyrating Elly coming on my face has made me so wound up, I’m not patient enough to give her time to recover. I line my cock up against her drenched opening and slide it in. “Yes.” I groan as her muscles clench my cock.
Her breasts bounce as she takes control of the tempo, rising up and down.
“That’s it, baby,” I say, my voice thick with lust as she drives my cock in and out of her in quick motions. I’m not going to last.
How can I when those big blue-green eyes stare down at me with undeniable adoration? All I can do is stare right back with the same intensity.
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