I feel him swelling in my mouth as I make the gagging noises I am learning he likes.
His salty precum flows out and coats my tongue, so I know he is close.
I grab him and twist my hands around his shaft as I suck.
"I'm going to come," he growls.
I don't stop, my hands moving in motion with him fucking my mouth.
He starts breathing quickly, and his body tenses.
Seconds later, warm, hot, sticky come fills my mouth, and I act as his good girl and swallow every drop.
His hands leave my hair and fall beside him as he rides out his orgasm.
I keep my rhythm, sucking the tip, pulling everything from him and taking every last drop.
When he starts shaking from being too sensitive, I stop and lean back, wiping my mouth and pushing what is left from the corners of my lips over my tongue to swallow it.
I pull his pants up, buckle his belt, grab his drink, hand it to him, and sit beside him, happy as can be.
"Can I?" he asks, rubbing my leg.
"No." I shake my head. "Like I said, it's all about you tonight. Now I just want to lay on you and watch the game."
He smiles, and I cuddle in next to him and do exactly that.
After about an hour or two, I have a hard time keeping my eyes open.
Suddenly, the TV goes off.
"Hey, it's not over!" I say, sitting up.
"It's over," he says. "Come on, you're tired. Let's head to bed."
"Are you sure? I can stay up."
"I'm sure. Sleeping next to you or watching the game isn't a hard choice. Let's go."
We crawl into bed, and I really am tired. It was super stressful making his dinner, even though it was not that hard. I just cared so much.
I rest my head on his chest and squeeze him tightly.
I am starting to feel at home here with him.
So I'm not surprised that I drift off to sleep feeling happy and safe in his arms.
When I wake up,Callum is still sleeping.
That is a first, and it makes me happy. Hopefully his favorite food, whiskey, and everything else helped relax him, because I know he needs rest. He works so much.
On that note, I decide I don't want to risk waking him, so I sneak out of his bed, quietly shutting the door behind me.
I walk back to my room, pull clothes from my dresser, and head into the bathroom.
I set my clothes on the counter and turn on the shower.
Just as I am about to undress, I hear a phone ring.
