The both of you had fallen asleep together for a few hours after the conversation, into the early hours of the next morning. You were a little wine drunk and sad, but Brandon seemed infinitely patient. Trying his best to understand that you were just processing old pain for a while. Happens to everybody, but not everybody could have somebody like him to help them get through. You watched his sleeping face in the near dark and softly touched his eyelashes. There was a gentle rhythm to his heart beat, his breathing that comforted you unlike anything else. This man...although he never had to, he took his time to make you feel alright again. Since he was pretty popular in Hollywood right now, the concern was definitely there. Many beautiful women wanted to be where you were right now, but to him it couldn't matter. As you are the most precious to him. He looked at you and made love to you as if it were only you that could exist. His hands and his body spoke praise of your existence where mere words could fail... was he even real?
You inhale his scent to be sure, and he only stirs slightly. Wrapping his arm around your waist now and he's making you smile. You figure it could be a good time to return the gift that he gave mornings ago.
You softly place his hand into your hair and lower yourself down beneath the blanket as he dozed quietly. His bulge sat limp in this state, and so you gently pulled down the boxers. Careful not to wake him just yet. For a few seconds you simply stare at it up close, then lick your hand to warm it. He was clean. Neatly trimmed, inviting. Your fingers slowly wrap around the veiny shaft, stroking it up and down to start with. Up and down, seeing the pink of the head exposed every time your hand went down. You lean your head forth and then slide your tongue against it, licking it up with meticulous attention. Tasting his skin. "Mmm.." You say softly, vibrating against him. You start to move your grip a little faster and take his length into your mouth deeper, bobbing your head as it grew harder in pleasure. Suddenly his grip tightened in your hair and you heard his moan, "don't stop y/n!" And you didn't. You slid your tongue around in circles, dragging it up the slit of the head and then slapping it using his shaft with little pulls. You spit and then lick it back up slow, tasting him. He pulled off the blanket and then you took his balls in your hand, playing with them. You lowered your head and he felt the back of your throat, making you gag just slightly but that didn't stop you. You drooled and Brandon bucked his hips up a few times, fucking your mouth which in turn made moisture build inside of your panties. "Huhhh.." You moan against him, making him lean his head back. "Fuck....!" He said, breathing shallow. And then he tensed, filling your mouth with his essence. You swallowed but didn't move from where you were near to it. He looked down at you with a smile,
"If people had woken up like I just did every morning...think Of how much happier the world could be," he mused and you crawled up. Lying on top of him and pushing your core down against it. "...Exactly," you said with a giggle and grinded slowly against him. Brandon bit his lip, aroused with a glowing in his gaze.
"...You wanna go again?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
Like the lovesick woman you are, you nod.
