Page 110 of Family Bonds- Garrett & Justine

Her finger came out and hovered over his nipple, wanting to touch him but not wake him.

She was positive thatwouldwake him.

And if she was going to wake him, might as well do it in style.

Her hand was under the cover now, she inched it closer to his side, found his cock, and started to lightly touch him over his underwear.

It hadn’t taken long for him to react.

She smiled to herself over that thought, then put some more force behind her movements.

She was watching his face to see when he’d wake.

His eyes popped open in surprise, then he turned to look at her.

“Morning,” she said. “One part of you woke up before the other.”

“I see that,” he said. “Or feel it. What about you?”

“I’ve been awake for a bit and watching you. Do you want to join the party?”

“I’d be crazy to say no,” he said, turning on his side to reach for her, but she scooted back.

“Maybe I want to do a bit more work,” she said. “Do you mind?”

“Again, I’d be crazy to say no.”

She lifted the covers fast and then dove under them muffling her laugh.

Garrett lifted and pushed his underwear down and she helped him to dispose of them, barely missing a kick to the chest in the process.

It was dark under here and that was fine with her. She was almost embarrassed to be doing this and normally was when she engaged in the act.

No matter how comfortable she was with him, it was still hard to work up this courage.

She couldn’t seem to get past it or being watched. She wouldn’t have to worry right now.

Her fist wrapped around him, stroking from base to tip a few times, getting him harder, then she decided it was time to give him a taste.

Her tongue came out, licked the length of him, then back down.

She was positive he let out a groan but couldn’t tell with her head buried.

She opened her mouth and took him in completely, pulled her head back, and then dropped down for another taste.

After doing that a few times, she settled on playing with the tip of his skin, her tongue swirling around, her lips covering him, her palms moving up and down his shaft while she did.

He was almost wiggling around at this point and then the covers were pushed back fast, a cool breeze hitting her face and shoulders.

She glanced up quickly to see his face. “Thought I’d give you some air,” he said. “I know I need it. I’m sweating.”

She laughed. “Good,” she said. “Though it’s nice to have the privacy.”

“Do you need to be covered to do that?”

She wanted to say yes and decided that there was no reason for it.

It’s not like she only did it that way, just that she was more comfortable with it.

---