hair stroking his skin, her mouth moving leisurely over his chest, adding another layer to his pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her, and felt like he was on top of the world.
***
Joslyn sat on the bed, one leg curled in front of her, and watched him sleep. He was pretty adorable, there on his back, one arm crooked under the pillow, the other splayed across his chest, the sheet riding low across his hips, giving her a glimpse of his pubic hair. Holding her breath--like that would make a difference--she lifted the sheet and folded it back to look at him in all his glory. .
Even at rest, his cock was impressive, thick and heavy against his thigh. She thought about the old wives' tale about the size of a man's hands. With Andrew it proved true.
Then, as if it knew it was being watched, it twitched and lengthened. Joslyn almost panicked and covered him back up before he woke and saw her staring, but another, bolder part of herself had another idea. Carefully, so she wouldn't disturb the mattress or the bedding, she stretched out beside him. She scooped her hair back over her shoulder and lightly kissed his shoulder. He made a sound in his sleep and she froze, but when he didn't wake, she continued across the cap of muscle, down his hard, smooth chest.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his penis stiffen and rise. She licked his nipple, no longer worried that she might wake him up, then continued down over those magnificent abs, the bulge of muscle above his hip bone, skimming her lips across his groin, just above his hairline. He tensed, and she knew he was awake, but she kept going, pretending she didn't. She curved her hand around his cock and lifted it toward her. She breathed in his scent a moment, musky, with a hint of her own scent mingled in. They hadn't showered last night, but fallen into bed and collapsed. Maybe they could take a shower later.
He made a sharp sound as she dragged her tongue over the head of his cock, savoring the texture against her tongue, circling and flicking and tasting the bead of pre-cum that appeared. Then she parted her lips around him and slid down, her tongue caressing the underside, straining to reach the base of his shaft. Her lips stretched, and he filled her mouth. He lifted his hips off the bed just a little, pushing deeper until she was afraid she might gag, so she pulled back. He curved his hand around the back of her head and pushed again, more gently, hitting the back of her throat. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and sucked deeply, dragging her lips up the length of him before sliding back down. He moaned and shifted and she moved faster, her strokes more sure, taking him as deeply as she dared, feeling his balls tighten beneath her hand.
"I'm going to come," he rasped, a warning, but she continued her rhythm and...
He filled her mouth in long, hot spurts and she swallowed, working her tongue along the bottom of his shaft as she did, draining every ounce of pleasure from him before finally straightening and looking down at him with a cocky grin.
"Your hair woke me up," he said, reaching up to stroke it back from her face.
"My hair?"
"Against my skin. Soft and sexy as hell." He blinked slowly, sleepily.
Sexily. Never a word she thought she'd use to describe Andrew.
And then suddenly he wasn't sleepy anymore. In one fluid move, he sat up, parted her legs and knocked her onto her back, looming over her, his hands braced on either side of her hips.
"So. My turn to play now?"
She tried to close her knees, impossible with his chest in the way. She squirmed as he leered down at her. "I want to shower first."
"Sounds like a plan."
And suddenly he was on her feet and she was upside down over his shoulder, her hair trailing the carpet as he marched out of the bedroom toward the bathroom.
"You always have this much energy in the morning?" she grumbled when he set her down next to the sink and turned on the shower.
He looked
***
Joslyn sat on the bed, one leg curled in front of her, and watched him sleep. He was pretty adorable, there on his back, one arm crooked under the pillow, the other splayed across his chest, the sheet riding low across his hips, giving her a glimpse of his pubic hair. Holding her breath--like that would make a difference--she lifted the sheet and folded it back to look at him in all his glory. .
Even at rest, his cock was impressive, thick and heavy against his thigh. She thought about the old wives' tale about the size of a man's hands. With Andrew it proved true.
Then, as if it knew it was being watched, it twitched and lengthened. Joslyn almost panicked and covered him back up before he woke and saw her staring, but another, bolder part of herself had another idea. Carefully, so she wouldn't disturb the mattress or the bedding, she stretched out beside him. She scooped her hair back over her shoulder and lightly kissed his shoulder. He made a sound in his sleep and she froze, but when he didn't wake, she continued across the cap of muscle, down his hard, smooth chest.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his penis stiffen and rise. She licked his nipple, no longer worried that she might wake him up, then continued down over those magnificent abs, the bulge of muscle above his hip bone, skimming her lips across his groin, just above his hairline. He tensed, and she knew he was awake, but she kept going, pretending she didn't. She curved her hand around his cock and lifted it toward her. She breathed in his scent a moment, musky, with a hint of her own scent mingled in. They hadn't showered last night, but fallen into bed and collapsed. Maybe they could take a shower later.
He made a sharp sound as she dragged her tongue over the head of his cock, savoring the texture against her tongue, circling and flicking and tasting the bead of pre-cum that appeared. Then she parted her lips around him and slid down, her tongue caressing the underside, straining to reach the base of his shaft. Her lips stretched, and he filled her mouth. He lifted his hips off the bed just a little, pushing deeper until she was afraid she might gag, so she pulled back. He curved his hand around the back of her head and pushed again, more gently, hitting the back of her throat. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and sucked deeply, dragging her lips up the length of him before sliding back down. He moaned and shifted and she moved faster, her strokes more sure, taking him as deeply as she dared, feeling his balls tighten beneath her hand.
"I'm going to come," he rasped, a warning, but she continued her rhythm and...
He filled her mouth in long, hot spurts and she swallowed, working her tongue along the bottom of his shaft as she did, draining every ounce of pleasure from him before finally straightening and looking down at him with a cocky grin.
"Your hair woke me up," he said, reaching up to stroke it back from her face.
"My hair?"
"Against my skin. Soft and sexy as hell." He blinked slowly, sleepily.
Sexily. Never a word she thought she'd use to describe Andrew.
And then suddenly he wasn't sleepy anymore. In one fluid move, he sat up, parted her legs and knocked her onto her back, looming over her, his hands braced on either side of her hips.
"So. My turn to play now?"
She tried to close her knees, impossible with his chest in the way. She squirmed as he leered down at her. "I want to shower first."
"Sounds like a plan."
And suddenly he was on her feet and she was upside down over his shoulder, her hair trailing the carpet as he marched out of the bedroom toward the bathroom.
"You always have this much energy in the morning?" she grumbled when he set her down next to the sink and turned on the shower.
He looked
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