Think of this as a gift. No regrets. No looking ahead.
The ache grew sharper.
But it was true—these days and nights with Jasonwerea gift. She shouldn’t waste one moment of this time worrying about the future or weighing down the present by focusing on future sadness. They were here now, and that’s what mattered.
She pushed down the covers, exposed his beautiful cock, then got onto her knees—and took him into her mouth. He’d stopped her when she’d gone down on him, thinking of her pleasure. This time, she wanted him to finish first.
She moved slowly, stroking him to fullness, his cock growing hard in her mouth.
He stirred in his sleep, his brow furrowing.
She moved faster, kept up the rhythm.
He moaned in his sleep—then jolted awake, breath leaving his lungs in a rush. “Winona!What…?”
She took her mouth off him, but only for a moment. “Good morning. Don’t stop me this time.”
He stared at her, surprise and a hint of a smile on his face. “Okay. Jesus.”
Winona got back to work, putting everything she had into making it good for him, taking her cues from his responses, using her tongue, lips, and hand in tandem.
He slid his fingers into her hair, moved it aside, and watched as she devoured him, his breathing heavier. “God, you’re good at this.”
Winona kept at it, increasing the pressure, going faster, circling him with her tongue, focusing on the sensitive underside.
His fingers tightened until his hands were fisted in her hair, his breathing ragged, every muscle in his body tense.
She loved seeing the effect she had on him, loved seeing the erotic anguish on his face, his eyes squeezed shut now, his brow furrowed, his teeth clenched. His balls drew tight, and she knew he was on the edge.
She stopped, smiling at his frustrated groan.
“Oh, God.” He thrust with his hips, seeking the release she wouldn’t yet give him.
She blew cool breath across the wet head of his cock, smiled as breath hissed from between his teeth.
He slid a big hand beneath her chin, lifted her gaze to his, the heat in his eyes sending a shiver through her. “You’re cruel.”
She smiled—and took him into her mouth once again.
His head fell back onto the pillow. “Oh, Win.”
She brought him to the brink once more, making him wait, letting the tension build, his hips shifting against the bed, his body clearly aching for release.
He glared at her through narrowed eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips, one hand reaching to fondle her bare breast. “You’re going to find yourself on your back if you’re not careful.”
She smiled. “Ooh, threats. I’m scared.”
This time, she went all out, bringing him to the edge—and carrying him over.
He groaned, arched off the bed, drawing her head away from him as he came, his cock pulsing in her hand as she finished him, semen spurting onto his belly, her hand, her arm. With a shuddering exhale, he began to relax.
He opened his eyes, a tenderness there that made her breath catch. “You are incredible. You—”
A knock at the door. “Winona?”
“Oh, no! That’s Chaska.” Winona jumped out of bed, ran into her bathroom naked, and washed her hands and arm.
Another knock, more insistent this time. “Win?”