CHRIS

I never expected to wake up like this.

A sharp inhale left my lips as warmth—wet, soft, and unbearably slow—dragged along my cock. My muscles tensed, my body stirring not just from sleep but from the unmistakable heat of her mouth.

A groan rumbled deep in my chest as another slick stroke followed, my hips shifting on instinct. My head sank further into the pillow, and for a moment, I wondered if I was still dreaming.

Then I felt it again—her tongue, tracing the thick vein along my length then felt her slowly circling the tip of my cock with her hot tongue.

Fuck.

My eyes snapped open, and the first thing I saw was the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. The second thing—the only thing that mattered—was Sarah.

Half-hidden beneath the sheets, her head between my thighs, her hair a wild mess from the night before. Her mouth stretched around me, lips slick, tongue warm as she licked along my cock.

"Sarah..." I growled, my voice rough from sleep.

My hand shot to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she hummed, sending vibrations straight through me. My hips jerked in response, a low curse slipping from my lips as I clenched my jaw, trying to keep control.

Fuck, she was trying to kill me.

My other hand gripped the sheets, my chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths as I fought the urge to thrust into that sinful mouth of hers. I wanted to take control, to grab her jaw and make her take every inch, but the way she looked up at me through her lashes—those dark, mischievous eyes locked onto mine—had me completely undone.

"Look at you," I muttered, my thumb brushing over the corner of her mouth as she took me deeper, my cock throbbing against her tongue. "So desperate for me first thing in the morning, huh?"

She let out another hum of agreement, sending another wave of pleasure through me, my stomach tightening, my fingers digging into her scalp.

"Christ, Sarah," I hissed, my head falling back, eyes squeezing shut as she hollowed her cheeks again. "I don’t think I can last any longer if you keep sucking me in."

Her lips glistened with saliva as she pulled back slightly, swiping the back of her hand across them. Her gaze then dropped to my cock—dark, swollen, and straining—and a smirk tugged at her lips, satisfied with the way I had held back. Then, in a husky, low voice, she murmured, "Thought you wouldn't wake up till I was done. Good morning."

I let out a low chuckle, fisting her hair and dragging her up until she was straddling me, her bare skin flush against mine, her lips hovering inches from my own.

"Good morning to you too, Love."

Her face lifted. A lazy smile spreading across her lips like my simple words had just made her day. Then, she chuckled—soft, but unmistakably there. Something about her looked brighter this morning, lighter.

I searched her eyes, half-expecting to find regret from last night. I had prepared myself for it, for her to retreat like she always did when things got too intense between us. But after last night—after the way she woke me up this morning, her mouth wrapped around me like she had something to prove—I had a sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't run from this.

My hips jerked when I felt her fingers wrap around my cock again, a sharp groan leaving my lips. I leaned in, dragging my mouth along the curve of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her warm skin.

"You love torturing me, don’t you?" I rasped, my voice vibrating against her throat.

She laughed, breathless. "A little... but I want to finish what I started..." Her voice faltered as my lips traced the slope of her shoulder, then dipped lower.

"Hmm," she let out a soft moan when my mouth trailed reached her breasts. My tongue flicked against one of her nipples and her grip in my hair tightened, nails scratching against my scalp.

I groaned, dragging my teeth over her skin, savoring the way she arched into me.

I think I'm addicted to them.

"Finish what you started, huh?" I dragged my teeth lightly on her nipple and her body quivered in response. "Sounds to me like you just want to make me lose my mind first thing in the morning."

Her thumb grazed over the tip just to watch me react. My hips jerked up on instinct, a rough groan tearing from my throat as pleasure curled through me, hard and heavy.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips ghosting over mine. "You look so good when you lose control."

Fuck.

My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as I guided her down against me, dragging her heat over my length, teasing myself just as much as her.

Her body trembled, her lips parting, a small gasp escaping as she felt the hardness pressing right where she needed it.

"You like torturing me, but let’s see how long you last," I murmured, rolling my hips up, the friction making her whimper. "You're dripping for me, Sarah. You’ve been like this since you woke up, haven’t you?"

Her cheeks darkened, her nails scraping against my chest, but she didn’t deny it.

I smirked, gripping her jaw, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at me. "Say it."

She hesitated, biting her lip, and I could see the way her thighs tensed around me, her body already betraying her.

"I—" she exhaled sharply as I thrust up again, dragging myself against her swollen, aching core.

"Say it, love." My voice dropped lower, rougher, my control hanging by a thread.

Her eyes fluttered, her breath shaky. "I’ve been wet for you since I woke up," she admitted, barely above a whisper.

I cursed under my breath, my blood heating at the confession, my grip tightening on her hips.

"Then let me take care of you," I rasped, flipping her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as I pressed my body against hers.

Her breath hitched, her legs parting instinctively to welcome me, and I groaned at the feel of her bare heat against my skin.

I pressed my forehead to hers then leaned down, brushing my lips against hers—just enough to make her chase the kiss.

"Let’s see if you can still tease me when I have you screaming my name."

Then I thrust into her, slow and deep, savoring the way she arched beneath me, the way her lips parted on a silent moan before turning into something desperate and needy.

"Fuck," she gasped, her nails raking down my back, her body tightening around me like she was made for this—for me.

I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, my lips tracing the frantic pulse beneath her skin as I drove into her harder, deeper, pushing her toward that edge she was so eager to reach.

"Oh... fuck." I muttered against her ear, my voice raw. "Oh fuck, Sarah."

Her moans broke into whimpers, her body trembling under mine, and I knew she was close.

I lifted her right leg, pressing it high against the headboard, changing the angle, sinking even deeper, and she nearly sobbed, her fingers clutching at my shoulders.

I guess I'd be doing this position more often since it seemed she loved it.

That's if she wanted us to keep doing this and—fuck I hope she did.

"Chris—" She gasped, her face filled with ecstacy. Her eyes rolling to the back as her voice got louder at each thrust.

"That’s it," I growled. "Say my name."

She did—again and again, her cries filling the room, her body tightening around me as pleasure overtook her completely.

And I let myself go right after, chasing the high she had me craving since the second I woke up.

My release crashed into me, raw and consuming, like wildfire spreading through my veins. My grip on her tightened as I buried myself deep, groaning her name against her damp skin.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was our uneven breathing, the occasional tremor running through her as the aftershocks of her orgasm left her trembling beneath me.

I should’ve been satisfied. I should’ve been spent. But as I lifted my head, my gaze landed on her flushed face, her parted lips, her half-lidded eyes that still held that dazed, blissful haze.

And fuck, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of her.

I dragged my fingers down her thigh, gripping it possessively before guiding her leg back down. Her breath hitched as I kissed the inside of her knee, then lower, trailing soft, lazy kisses along her skin, tasting the sheen of sweat that still clung to her.

"You still want more?" she mumbled, her voice raspy, but there was a hint of amusement in it.

I smirked, moving back up, letting my lips ghost over her navel before settling above her. "You can’t blame a guy for being addicted. Can you?" I murmured, brushing my nose against hers.

"And besides you started it with touching me first."

What did she think? That I would be content with just a taste. Ha! Well I had bad news for her because I was far— far from it.

She hummed, her fingers tracing the edge of my jaw before sliding into my hair. "Mmm, true. But I thought... I don't maybe you'd be tired."

I chuckled, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. She tasted warm, sweet, and utterly addictive.

I pulled back slightly, my gaze searching hers. "Alright. No more sex, happy?"

She gave me a look like what I said was a crime. "Okay, calm down now," she chuckled, "I'm tired, not less horny. There's a difference."

I let out a brief laugh before pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Alright then, how about we lie down for a bit, and then I’ll make you something to eat?"

She hummed softly, resting her head against my chest. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. "I'd like that."

A warmth I didn’t know what to do with spread through my chest, something dangerous and unnameable, but I pushed it aside, letting my fingers trace lazy circles on her hip instead.

"How do you feel?" I asked, my voice quieter now.

She exhaled slowly, tilting her head against the pillow as she studied me. "Like I might not be able to walk properly for the rest of the day."

A low chuckle rumbled from my chest, and I tightened my grip on her waist, dragging her even closer. "Good."

She rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away, letting me hold her, letting the moment stretch between us.

A comfortable silence settled before she shifted slightly, pressing her lips to my jaw in an uncharacteristically soft kiss.

My breath caught for half a second.

That—whatever that was—felt more intimate than anything we’d just done.

And before I could dwell on it, before I could let myself analyze what the hell it meant, she pulled back and gave me a lazy smirk.

""So, what’s for breakfast?" she asked, stretching slightly.

I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. "You’re already thinking about food?"

She shrugged. "I’m kinda hungry now."

Slipping down from the bed, she stood up, completely bare, and my cock stirred shamelessly at the sight of her.

"Horny bastard," she teased, shaking her head with a smirk

"Guilty." I shot her a smug grin, but my gaze drifted to the faint marks blooming along her neck. Hickeys—my handiwork. I hadn’t even realized how many I'd left.

She won’t be upset, right?

"Okay then." I wrapped the blanket around my waist and stood, catching the way her gaze flickered over my body as I walked towards her."I’m guessing you want to shower first?"

She nodded.

"Good." I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I’ll use the guest bathroom. Meet me downstairs when you'redone okay?"

"You don’t want to follow me?" She tilted her head, and a faint pout threatened to form on her lips.

"Love, if I follow you, I don’t think..." My eyes swept over her body again, and I silently cursed, glancing how swollen her lips and nipples were. "I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off you. Besides, you’re tired. I don’t want to wear you out any more than I already have."

"But—"

I shook my head, cutting her off with a knowing look. "Don’t worry, love. I have self-control."

She arched a brow, her gaze dropping briefly to my almost full erection before flicking back up to my face.

"I’m serious. I’m good," I insisted.

"You sure?"

"Positive." I said. "Also there's an extra toothbrush in the cupboard so you can use it okay?"

She let out a sigh before nodding, then turned to leave.

As she disappeared into the bathroom, I headed to my wardrobe, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and boxers before making my way out.

I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled. A cold shower would’ve been the smarter choice, but I had already promised to behave.

I stepped out of the bedroom and made my way toward the guest bathroom. The sound of running water echoed from hers, and I paused for half a second, picturing her under the stream—skin glistening, droplets tracing down her curves.

Yeah. Definitely needed that cold shower.

Shaking my head, I walked into the guest bathroom and after brushing my teeth with the extra toothbrush there. I turned the water on and stepped under it. The icy rush hit me instantly, jolting me back to reality. After a quick rinse, I dried off, ran a towel through my damp hair, and threw on the boxer and sweatpants before heading downstairs.

The kitchen was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge. I opened it, scanning for ingredients. If she was hungry, I’d cook. It was the least I could do after last night.

As I grabbed eggs and a few other things, soft footsteps padded down the stairs. A moment later, she appeared in the doorway, fresh from the shower, wrapped in one of my shirts that nearly swallowed her whole.

She leaned against the counter, watching me. "So, what’s for breakfast, chef?"

I smirked. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "I would, actually."

I cracked an egg into the pan, the sizzle filling the kitchen. "Something simple. Eggs, toast, maybe some bacon if you're nice to me."

She snorted. "Oh, so now I have to earn my breakfast?"

"Of course." I glanced at her over my shoulder, smirking. "Gotta make sure you deserve it."

She pushed off the counter and walked over, slipping her arms around my waist from behind. Her cheek pressed against my back, warm and soft. "What if I say please?"

"Then I might consider it," I murmured, enjoying the way she clung to me.

She hummed, tightening her hold for a second before stepping away. I turned to look at her, and my shirt hung loosely off her frame, barely covering the tops of her thighs.

Damn.

I tore my eyes away and focused back on the stove. "Go sit down, love. Food will be ready soon."

She sighed dramatically but obeyed, taking a seat at the kitchen island. "You know," she mused, resting her chin on her palm, "I like this."

"Like what?"

She gestured vaguely. "This. Waking up, showering, coming downstairs, and seeing you making me breakfast like some doting husband."

"Doting husband, huh?" I chuckled. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my Sarah?"

She shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just saying. It’s nice."

I flipped the eggs onto a plate, grabbed some toast, and set it in front of her before leaning down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Then get used to it."

"I will, for a second, but first..." She unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, tilting her neck just enough to put the bite marks on full display. The bruises had darkened into deep purple, standing out starkly against her skin. "I’d really like to know how the hell your teeth did this. What are you, a fucking wolf?"

And just like that—she was back.

My Sarah.