It could be the first time he touched me.
Either way, I'm looking at him sleeping beside me now, the first time in a long time, and I want him.
And here I thought our relationship was supposed to be something more than just sex.
But he doesn't want a life that's anything more than that, at least not enough to figure out how it would work beyond opening up to me just a little.
I don't need more to want to suck his cock, though.
The sheets are already half thrown from his naked body, his muscles lightly highlighted by the light streaming through the window.
I reach over, tracing a finger along his cock, his skin nearly as silky as the sheets.
He shifts, but his eyes are still closed.
I continue to tease his length with my finger, circling the tip with each pass before sliding back down.
His cock twitches, starting to rise.
I get to my knees and crawl down the bed, positioning myself between his legs.
When my tongue traces up his cock, he lets out a soft sigh. His eyes are still closed, hands at his side.
Smirking, I flick my tongue over the tip, getting wetter at just the thought of waking him up while I swallow him whole.
As I take him into my mouth, he moans, eyes fluttering open.
His heated gaze locks on mine, his hands going up to link together behind his head. Noah doesn't make any movement to stop me, his eyelids heavy as I take him to the back of my mouth.
His hips rock a little, encouraging me to swallow him, but I'm the one in control here.
I go back to teasing him with my tongue, sucking on the head before starting another pass with my tongue.
"If you're going to keep teasing me, I'm going to take control."
I rake my nails down his thighs, enjoying the shiver that rolls through his body. "No, you're not. You've had enough of the control, and for once, I'm going to be the one dictating how this goes."
He smirks and nods, giving me permission to do what I want to him.
It irritates me, but my pussy is too wet now to even want to stop.
I need him inside me, but I want to tease him the way he's been teasing me. I want him to want me like there's nothing else in the world he'd rather be doing right now.
My teeth graze his cock, tongue pressing hard against the underside.
He groans, his hips rising again.
I pull back, instead choosing to trace my teeth and tongue over his pelvis.
When I start sucking on the skin there, intent on leaving marks on his body like he scatters on mine, he groans, one hand flying to the back of my head.
His fingers sink into my hair, but he doesn't try to control me. Instead, he's pulling the strands back for me, giving me less to worry about as I focus on his cock, pumping my hand up and down his length.
He rocks his hips into my touch, using my fist to fuck himself.
I stop pumping, squeezing tight and holding him there.
"I told you, I'm the one who gets control this time." I give one slow pump, enjoying the way his head tips back against the pillows like he's in that addictive spot between pleasure and pain.
