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“Perfect. Thank you.” She leans close and plants a kiss on my lips. I roll onto my back, drawing my arm around her shoulder and bringing her with me so her head is resting in the nook of my shoulder.

“Sweet dreams,” she says softly and I can’t help but lie there and grin. They’re going to be very sweet dreams after that experience.

Chapter twenty

Mel

Iwake up around dawn, Alex snoring gently at my side. There’s a lightness in my heart and I can’t hold back my smile.

I ease myself closer to him and lay my hand on top of his where it rests on his chest. He breathes out a sigh, but there’s no other reaction. I stay still watching him for goodness knows how long.

The sheet covering him moves and my eyes widen as I realise his cock is hardening as he sleeps. I wonder if he’s having a good dream and what that might be. I control myself for all of three minutes before I lift the sheet and take a peek underneath.

His cock stands proudly to attention, pointing straight towards me. My tongue peeks out to wet my lips, as I remember how good it was to wrap my lips around it. I want to ease down below the covers, wrap my mouth around him, and wake him up in the most delicious way possible, but it’s a boundary we haven’t spoken about yet. So instead, I run my hand over his chest, smoothing across his ribs and abs, before trailingmy fingers into the line of hair arrowing from his belly button towards his cock.

He makes a wonderful growly moan right in my ear and reaches down to cover mine. He pushes me to his cock, using his fingers to shape mine until they are gripping him. I squeeze and get another rough moan. His hand remains, and when I hold still, his fingers tighten around mine.

“Hmmmmm.” He moves his head to kiss my cheek gently. His eyes are still closed and I wonder if it’s possible that he could still be asleep. Thinking he’s dreaming this rather than knowing it’s happening right now.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he rasps, telling me he’s awake.

I draw my hand up and down his length, just as I’d watched him do last night. There’s a sense of power, taking him in hand. His cock hardens even more under my touch.

I move down the bed, pulling the sheet over my head until I’m cocooned. I let my breath fan out over his hard length. His cock twitches. I flex my fingers, where I’m gripping him near the base. Another twitch. I place my flattened tongue against his shaft, licking upwards slowly to the tip, where I draw him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he growls from somewhere above my hiding spot under the sheets.

I let him slip from my mouth, noticing how his hips buck as if he's chasing my touch. “You like that?”

“Oh, yes,” he mutters, his voice low.

I draw his head into my mouth and suck hard, my hand pumping him slowly, as spit rolls down his shaft. His hands tangle in my hair at the back of my head and I give my own approving groan, so he knows I like it.

I love being in charge, but I also love it when he holds me in place, keeping me where he wants me. His hips thrust, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag.

This is not something I’ve done before. I’ve sucked cock, but never like this. I am desperate to learn what Alex enjoys, to bring him as much pleasure as he’s been bringing me.

I move in sync with his hip thrusts and work to relax my mouth and throat to take him as deep as I can. I am rewarded with his husky moans.

“Fuck, I want to come.” He tugs at my hair, similar to how he did last night. “Come up.”

I rise, emerging out from the sheets, with a pout on my lips. He’s watching me closely.

“I wanted to make you come,” I tell him.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice has a desperate tone that floods my pussy with arousal. “Get a condom.”

I grab one from where he’d thrown the box last night and go to hand it to him.

“I want you to put it on me.”

My eyes fly to him in surprise. “I haven’t… I don’t know what I’m doing.” A blush rises in my cheeks at the confession. This twenty-five-year-old must be realising I have no fucking game whatsoever.

“I’ll show you.” He beckons me with a finger. “Between my thighs, as you were. Rip it open.” I do as he asks. “That’s it, place it on the tip. Squeeze the end and roll it down.”

I’m concentrating so hard my tongue peeks out between my lips as my fingers roll the condom down the long length of his shaft.

“That’s it. Now get on your hands and knees.”

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