I’d missed waking up with him next to me even more than I’d realized. More than that, it’s the first time I’ve woken next to him without the fear that he’d wake and instantly regret what we’d done, that the first words I’d hear from him would bewe can’t do this again,orI’m sorry, this was a mistake.
Last night had been the first time we’d been together without reservation, and this feels better still, a quiet confidence in the strength of what we have together that I’ve never had before.
It feels like a new day for us. We’re still on the run, and I’m sure we won’t be allowed to forget it for long, but I can’t help but feel happy in the here and now.
A wicked idea slips into my head as I watch him sleep. Slowly, so I can try not to wake him, I peel the sheet back away from his hips, biting my lip when I see that he’s mostly hard already, his cock twitching and thickening just from the brush of the sheet against his sensitive flesh.
Very gently, I reach out, circling my fingers around his shaft. He hardens instantly in my hand, his cock jerking upwards as I lean forward, flicking my tongue against the swollen head to catch the pearling drop of pre-cum, stifling a moan. I don’t want to wake him yet.
With slow, careful movements, I slide my fingers along his cock, lightly stroking him as I swirl my tongue around the tip, lazily bringing him to a full, thick, hard erection as I tease his cock. I can’t help but get a small, extra thrill from the teasing–he’s done it to me often enough, and now it’s my turn.
It takes him a moment to start to wake up, and I relish every second of it, enjoying watching his unconscious reactions. His fingers flex against the sheets as I run my tongue up the length of his cock, his hips jerking slightly as I wrap my lips around the tip, sucking softly as Max lets out a low, sleepy groan.
A moment later, just as I’m sliding down the first inch of his cock, my tongue fluttering against the soft flesh just beneath the tip, his eyes flicker open just a little.
A small smile flickers at the corners of his mouth, and he tilts his head back, relaxing under my touch as I slowly drag my lips and tongue down his cock and up again, enjoying giving him a slow and unhurried blowjob.
I can tell he’s trying to make me think he’s still asleep, although I can already see the tells that let me know he’s woken up. His body tenses under my touch, muscles twitching with pleasure as I lick and suck, pausing at the tip to swirl my tongue around, collecting the salty pre-cum there that’s dripping onto my tongue more steadily now.
As I lap it up, I suck a little harder, tightening my lips around him, and Max jerks, his back arching as a deep groan tears from his lips.
“Ohgod,” he moans, and I laugh, choking a little as I come up for breath.
“I knew you were awake,” I murmur, letting go of him for a moment as I slide my hands up his thighs.
“I can go back to sleep if it means you won’t stop.” His cock jerks towards my hands, visibly throbbing as more pre-cum slides down the shaft. “Fuck, that feels good. I want to be woken up every morning like this.”
“We can discuss terms.” I reach for him again, grinning wickedly as I wrap my hand more firmly around his shaft, now that there’s no worry of waking him. This time, when I start to slide down, I do so more confidently; the laziness is all gone as I twist my hand around his shaft in rhythm with my tongue and lips licking and sucking up and down again.
In a matter of moments, Max is shuddering underneath me, his hands fists in the sheets. “You’re going to make me come,” he groans, hips jerking as I slide down as far as I can, his cockhead pushing into the back of my throat. “I’m so close, Sasha–”
I don’t want to stop long enough to tell him that’s what I want, so I double my efforts instead, focusing on the spots that made him moan and twist in the sheets the most. I speed up, taking as much of him into my throat as I can over and over, feeling my lips stretch around the thick hardness of his cock, feeling him stiffen even more as he gets close to his release.
“Oh fuck–” Max’s hand touches my hair, his entire body trembling. “Fuck, fuck–Sasha–”
He groans my name, a guttural sound of utter pleasure as his cock throbs in my mouth, and a moment later, I feel the hot spurt of cum over my tongue. He comes hard and fast, filling my mouth with it, and I swallow convulsively as I keep sucking, enjoying the way he’s so clearly lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.
“Fuck–” Max shudders again, his cock twitching on my tongue as I taste the last of his cum, and then he slowly slips out of my mouth, his eyes still closed in utter bliss. “That was fucking incredible–”
Before I can catch my breath, the taste of his cum still on my lips, Max is sitting up with his hands on my arms. In one fluid motion, he spills me over onto my back, leaning over me with the same wicked expression that I’m sure was on my face earlier.
“Now,” he says in a satisfied tone. “It’s my turn to have breakfast.”
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Breakfast, for Max, turns out to be a drawn-out affair when it comes to me. He makes me come twice before he finally stops, looking all too pleased with himself, his mouth and chin wet from my orgasms. I feel a fresh shiver of desire as he licks me off of his lips, and I wonder to myself if I’ll ever feellessin lust with him.
I hope not.
“Shower?” Max asks, when he finally lets me up, and I nod eagerly. I feel sticky and sweaty after last night and this morning–in the best way–but a shower still sounds heavenly. Not just that, but Max and I have never showered together before.
It proves to be every bit as sexy and romantic as I could have imagined. With no one rushing us, we linger under the hot spray, washing each other’s hair and making out against the tiled wall with soap sliding down our bodies like teenagers with the run of their rich parents’ house–an experience I’ve never had, and one that I know Max never did either.
Under other circumstances, if my life had gone differently, I would never have thought to wait for one special person to have sex with. I’d never put that much weight on it. But now, after all I’ve gone through, the fact that I’m the only person Max has ever desired or slept with, the fact that he’d planned to spend his life in celibacy before me, makes me feel safe. There’s no wondering if he wants someone different, someone more experienced, someone less damaged. There’s no wondering if he feels trapped or fantasizes about what he had before. He’s mine and I’m his, in all of the ways that matter, and now that I know he wants to stay, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of me.
We linger in the shower for a while, and when we come out wrapped in towels, there’s the pleasant surprise of fresh stacks of clothes laid out on the bed for us. There’s a red bikini atop my pile, and I pick it up, raising an eyebrow at Max.
“I feel like this is a sign that we should have a beach day.”