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Soon he gets up, grabs my drawer, and puts it back into the nightstand. Then he quickly runs to the bathroom, turns off the light, and gets under the covers. I’m still kneeling on top of them.

“Come here,” he says. “Let’s get some shut-eye. Tomorrow is Saturday and I’m not letting you get out of bed. We will break in every single toy you’ve got there, and I promise I will tie you up like you asked.”

In the crook of Joe’s arm, I’m fast asleep before I know it.

****

It’s broad daylight when I open my eyes. Joe is asleep on his back and I’m draped over his side, his morning wood unmistakable against my upper thigh. I slowly unglue myself from him, move onto my knees beside him, and take his dick into my mouth. After a couple of slow licks I can hear his breathing start to change. He wraps my hair around his fist at the base of my neck.

“Good morning,” he says, breaths a little shallow. “Whatcha up to down there?”

I say nothing, just smile around his dick, and take even more of it into his mouth.

I squeeze the base and bob my head, and soon his hips give small involuntary thrusts into my mouth as his moans get louder.

“Liz,” he says, his voice raspy, “baby, you want to hop on?”

I nod and straighten, looking at him for the first time since last night. His face is so soft and filled with so much adoration, my throat tightens and I’m on the verge of crying.

Instead, I do hop on his cock. I feel warm all over, very turned on just from giving him head, so I easily take him in without additional foreplay. I don’t have a headboard so there’s nothing to hold on to, so instead of bouncing on his dick I grind, my hands on his chest. His eyes are on my tits, hands stroking my sides, stroking my ass, gently squeezing my belly, grazing my nipples. Everything is slow and soft and sensual, in stark contrast to the mauling of last night, and the way he looks at me is possessive and awed and affectionate, like he can’t believe his luck that I’m here on top of him.

After a few minutes, I’ve worked up a sweat, but this feels so good and I’m definitely going to come. He moves one of his legs so his foot is flat on the ground, then grabs me by the waist and thrusts into me from below.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I cry and throw back my head as he hits the spot.

He thrusts up harder now, clawing into my sides. “That’s right, baby, take it. Fuck me.”

I don’t recognize my voice anymore, as I pant and moan like we’re alone in the world. Soon one of his hands is on my clit, scissoring it in the way he knows I like, and I fall apart with a loud, unbroken wail, long and hard, every piece of flesh within my pelvis clenching.

Joe slips out of me as I lean down to kiss him, and he strokes my hair and my back as I slowly come down.

“I guess you don’t believe in morning breath,” I tease.

“It doesn’t believe in me, either,” he says with a smile.

“You didn’t come yet.”

“Oh, I will. I just want you to tell me if you want more here or in the shower.”

I bite my lip. “I think I might want more here.”

“That’s what I thought. Come up here,” he says and drags me by the back of my thighs up his body.

“What are you doing?”

“Put your knees around my ears.”

“Joe!”

“What? I wanna eat you out.”

“Joe, I’m too heavy—”

“No, you’re not. You’re perfect. Just put your knees next to my ears. Yes, on the pillow. Just like that. Good.”

I can lean slightly forward and put my palms on the wall above the bed. “Joe—”

“That’s it. Now lower yourself on my face.”