I hum around him and he groans. I’m just starting to find a rhythm when he gently pulls me until I’m kneeling next to him.
“Juju. Wait.”
I pull off, worried. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shifts, rolling to his side in one fluid motion so we’re face-to-face on the mattress.
He hooks a hand under my top knee and guides my leg up and over his shoulder, opening me completely. The stretch is deep, intimate, a little vulnerable. I suddenly understand.
“This feels so awkward.”
“Sideways sixty-nine. You’ll love it.” Then his mouth is on me and I can’t think of anything else to complain about.
I reach for him blindly, guiding him back into my mouth, and the groan he lets out against me is pure filth. The angle is perfect for both of us and within seconds we’re both lost in it.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmurs against me. “Is this from thinking about waking me up?”
I can’t answer with my mouth full of him, but he doesn’t seem to need an answer. His tongue circles my clit and I moan around him.
“That’s it. Make those pretty sounds for me.”
He slides two fingers inside me and I have to pull off him to gasp.
“Too much?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Never stopping.” He pumps his fingers in and out, curling and twisting that has me climbing so fast. “You’re so fucking perfect, JuJu. Love watching you fall apart.”
He groans against me, the vibration sends sparks through my entire body.
“Fuck, your mouth. I dream about your mouth.”
I hollow my cheeks and suck harder and his hips jerk involuntarily.
“Careful or I’m going to come before you do.”
I do it again and he retaliates by sucking hard on me.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “I can feel you getting close. You gonna come for me?”
I’m so close, right on the edge, and when he curls then twists his fingers I shatter. The orgasm hits me so hard I have to pull off him completely, crying out his name.
He works me through it, gentle now, until I’m boneless and shaking.
“I love making you come,” he says, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “Finish what you started, Juliette.”
I’m still recovering but I take him back in my mouth, determined. He’s close, I can tell from the way his breathing has changed, the way his hand has tightened on my hip.
“JuJu, I’m, fuck, I’m close.”
I don’t pull back. Just take him deeper and let him fall apart.
Afterward we both lie there catching our breath, tangled together in a way that should be uncomfortable but isn’t.
“Best alarm clock ever,” he says eventually, pulling me up so we’re face to face, and kisses me slowly. “We should wake up like this every morning.”
“You’d never make it to practice on time.”
