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Good Morning
Warm. Soft. Wet.
My eyes flew open as I took a sharp inhale. His hands gripped my legs tighter and his tongue searched deeper.
"O-Oscar-" I managed to vocalise. The man between my legs did not offer a verbal response, but hurried his movements instead. Gasping even more now, I lowered my hands to his head, tangling my fingers in his hair and tugging.
Still gripping one leg, he took his other hand to join where his mouth was working. Tongue gliding over my sensitive areas, his fingers slid into me, slowly at first, then gaining some momentum as my moans told him he'd found the right spot.
He let a groan slip out as I yanked his hair once more, incapable of controlling myself. I could feel it building inside. I was close.
"Oscar, I-" I could not gather the words, the high was too strong and I could do nothing but succumb to the man under the sheets.
I heard him chuckle slightly, the vibration from his mouth only pushing me closer to the edge. I pulled the brown strands in my fingers again, urging him to carry on. He couldn't stop. Not now.
Letting out yet another moan and squeezing my legs together, half-suffocating Oscar, I cried out his name. And then I let go.
Slowly releasing his grip, he hovered above me for a few moments, taking in the sight below him. I directed my eyes to meet his, intoxicated by the way he looked: sweating, panting, hair strewn. I lifted a hand and ran it from his temple to his cheek.
"Good morning," he whispered, mouth curling into a smile.
"Yes, it is," I smiled back.
