“Good morning,” she coos, planting a hand at the center of my chest, settling her body atop mine.
My cock is hard enough to throb, and it’s aligned perfectly with the center of her thighs. “Yep,” I groan. “Definitely dreaming.”
She laughs again, the sound a melody to my lust. I pulse, and she folds forward, her hair tickling my cheeks as she presses her lips to mine. “Not dreaming, but it is time to wake up.”
“I’m up,” I grumble, wiping a hand down my face.
Willow’s been sleeping at home, stating she’s determined I get plenty of rest this week leading up to my competition. Little does she know, I sleep much better with her beside me. She must’ve snuck into the house this morning to wake me before the event.
“Oh, I know,” she rasps. “I can feel it.”
She wiggles her ass, and I grip her hip, halting her. If she moves too many times like that in a row, I’ll fucking embarrass myself.
“Your fault,” I mutter, nipping at her jaw.
“Hmm,” she muses, rocking her body again. “It’s just morning.”
I pin her with both hands, rolling us over so I’m hovering above her. “No, Willow,” I scold, pumping against her just once before forcing myself away. “It’s all fucking you, baby.”
I leap off the bed, facing Willow as she sprawls across it, propped onto an elbow, resting her face in her hand. Her eyes track my body—ravenous in the dim lit. When she reaches the base of my torso, one of her brows raises slowly, tongue darting out to lick her lips. I follow her gaze, finding that my boxers are tented by my dick, before looking at her again.
That lip slips between her teeth, nostrils flaring before she flicks her eyes to my face. “I could help with that.”
My cock jumps, and a salacious smile spreads across her fuckable mouth.Goddammit.
“I... I...” Christ, I’m stuttering like a fucking idiot. I don’t know what to say.
I can’t tell her we don’t have enough time, because I’ll no doubt blow within thirty seconds. I want to say yes.So bad.
What if she’s just trying to please me because she thinks it’s what I want? What if it activates her trauma? What if it’s too early in our relationship?
Not to mention... what ifIfuck up and embarrass myself? I’m confident that no matter how she plays with it, I’ll thoroughly enjoy myself, but what role doIhave in it all?
I don’t want to ask.
“Willow, you don’t have?—”
“Do you like to... release? Before competitions? Does it help with your performance?” She tilts her head, blinking at me with those sultry, curious, innocent blue eyes.
My knees buckle. “I mean... I don’t know if... scientifically it helps, but yeah. When I was surfing competitively as a teen, I would normally... find release before.”
“And you planned to do it this morning?”
“Honestly, hadn't thought about it,” I say breathlessly. “Probably, though. Yeah.”
She rises to her knees in the center of my bed, clad in nothing but a tiny pair of cotton shorts and a tank top that looks painted on. Her nipples are pebbled, peeking through the thin fabric, driving me in-fucking-sane.
She tilts her head, long, lush hair falling over a shoulder. “So, why don’t you do it in my mouth?”
The red-hot ache in my core is begging for release. Willow is so goddamn beautiful, the intensity of her stare radiates inside my chest, turning my entire being into liquid warmth. Shelooksat me like she wants this too, like she’s as desperate as I am, but I need her ready. I need to ensure that I’ll never be something she regrets.
I swallow the gravel in my throat, though my voice still sounds as if it’s full of rocks when I say, “Are you sure you... want to?”
“If I didn’t want to suck your cock, Weston, I wouldn’t ask.”
I’mpulsing.
She swings her legs out from under her, slipping off my bed and lowering to her knees right in front of me. Peering up through her lashes, the personification of heavenly sin, Willow asks, “Can I make you feel good? Please?”
