A soft breeze slipped through the open window, rustling the curtains and morning sunlight spill into the room. My eyes fluttered open, heavy and slow, the world coming into focus bit by bit. The pink satin sheets were tangled around my legs, still damp from last night, and the air smelled faintly of sweat and Sara's lavender perfume.
"Ahm…" I groaned, my voice scratchy, my body aching in that good-but-tired way. Then I felt it—a warm, wet sensation around my groin, something moving under the sheet, licking my dick and caressing my balls with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Oh god… not in the morning…" I muttered, the pleasure building fast, too fast for my half-awake brain to handle. Morning wood was already a thing, stiff and ready like it always was when I woke up, but this—this was next level.
*Gawk, gawk*—the sound hit me before I even looked, sloppy and wet, and I pulled the sheet back. There was Sara, her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking it.
