Page 1 of Christmas Sunrise
Chapter One
Christmas Eve
Marty
Iwake feeling wet and warm. On my dick. At first, it's unexpected, alarming almost, but then I relax. Because it's her. It’s Jenna. It's Jenna's mouth on me.
God, I love her mouth.
God, I love Jenna.
I hum as I stretch out my arms and legs and feel her shift under the covers to take more of me into her mouth.
"When I gave you blanket consent to do this, I didn't think you'd do it at least once a week," I mumble into the dark bedroom.
Jenna pulls off me. "I'd do it more often than that but I so rarely wake up before you," she says and then gets back to work. Her tongue snakes up the underside of my dick and her hand pushes my foreskin down so she can lick the sensitive head. When she takes me into her mouth once more, I can't stop my hips from thrusting. A long time ago I would have held back, but now I know how much she loves it and the noise she makes with her lips stretched around me only goes to confirm it.
"Yes, Jenna," I urge her on as she moves to straddle my legs, my cock staying in her wet, warm mouth. She grips my thighs as I thrust a little more.
"Remember to pull my leg hair if it's too much," I remind her.
She shakes her head with me still inside her and it probably shouldn't feel as good as it does. I throw the duvet off our bodies so I can try to see her better and, while the limited light in the still-dark room doesn’t give me much, it provides enough to find her face and slide my hand around her jaw. When I feel a few tears fall on my knuckles I want to reminder her again she can stop me.
“Jenna, I could just as easily come inside you. Aren’t you close to ovulating?”
Pulling off, Jenna’s voice is ragged and rough when she speaks. “I’ll do a test later, but right now I just want to taste you. Please Marty, give me your cum.”
“Fucken hell, woman,” I hiss, as my hand comes to the back of her neck and she sucks me back into her mouth.
It’s not that sex has become a chore since Jenna came off the pill – I don’t think Jenna or myself would ever let that happen – but we have had to be more strategic about when we do it and how we do it. So to have her saying this, throwing caution to the wind in an indirect way, only makes me more turned on.I thrust up again into her mouth and when her tongue dances over my frenulum again, I know I’m getting close.
“I hope you’re ready,” I say and her response is to bring a hand up to cup my balls. When that hand slips lower and applies pressure to my perineum, I push harder and deeper into her mouth. She splutters, chokes a little, and my dick gets deliciously soaked in her saliva, making it even easier for me to glide in and out of her mouth.
"Fuck, yes, Jenna. I fucken love you and your dirty mouth."
She practically purrs at the mix of praise and degradation, like she always does. Knowing she's enjoying it too, knowing it's likely making her wet as she squirms on top of my legs, has my orgasm hurtling towards me at an unstoppable pace. When it finally crashes into me and I erupt in her mouth, Jenna just grips me a little tighter with her lips. She doesn't take her mouth off me until my dick has gone still and I've stopped cursing my way through the blinding waves of pleasure.
"God, that was hot," she says but she surprises me when she doesn't slide up my body to sit on my face like she has done many times before after swallowing me. Instead, she lifts her leg off and goes to get out of bed.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" I reach for her, wrapping her up in my arms and the duvet.
"It's gone eight o'clock. The dogs need walking, and we need to get moving. We have a lot to do today." She lies back next to me but doesn't roll over to stretch our embrace into something else.
"Oh, yes, happy Christmas Eve, cupcake," I say, nestling my nose into her neck and hair.
"Happy Christmas Eve, Marty," she says but then squeezes the arm that I have around her, telling me she wants me to let her go.
"You're not going anywhere until I've made you come. Twice."
"Marty," Jenna protests. "The dogs. The shopping. You've still got to go to work. And then we have to get Jake from the airport."
"Screw ’em all. I want you dripping on my face." I hold her tighter as I shift my body, rolling her over me and onto her back.
"Damn, I wish you hadn't gotten so good at dirty talk," she says as I lie on top of her, between her legs. "And you don't really mean that. You love all those things. Our dogs. Your work. Even my brother."
I dip my head and growl in her ear. "Especially your brother's arse."
That earns me a quick swipe on my back but at the same time I feel her body melt a little.
