Celia woke up slowly, a bit confused and chilly, to Tom settled between her legs, his hands on her hips and his lips hot on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. When she started, he gripped her tightly, thumbs sharp on her hipbones, and she heard him chuckle.
"Good mornin'," he murmured, abandoning his brief hold on her to roam his hands so lightly across her bare skin that she could barely feel them, only the fire in their wake.
She gasped, squirming and blinking to adjust. Weak sunlight was sneaking in around the curtains, hardly enough to brighten the room, so she had no concept of what time it was – not that it mattered, because she was already aching even though he hadn't touched her, could feel his warm breath on her center. The nice dream she had been having, it turned out, was not entirely an invention of her imagination.
"What're you doin'?" Her voice was rough in the stillness of the bedroom, her throat dry and scratchy.
"We made a deal."
"But I haven't even brushed me teeth."
Laughing, he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the juncture of her hip. "Well, I'm not kissin' your mouth, am I?"
Fuck. Okay.
Breathless, running a restive hand up through her tangled hair as he got closer and closer, but never quite close enough, she asked, "What time's it?"
"Don't worry about it," he responded, and it was too casual, almost out of place, because at that moment, he finally hooked a hand under her knee to spread her legs further apart and slipped slow fingers between her folds. And she gasped again, tangled her fingers into the sheets, her sleepy head still trying to catch up with her body. He went on, "We've got plenty of time, and I don't think I'm lettin' you out of the bed until you've cum about three times. What do you think, love?"
She caught his smirk and chewed on her bottom lip, trying to relax so the moment could last. Heart pounding, chest flushing, she gave a whine, subtly working her hips into his fingers, which were too light, too slow, not where she needed them most.
"C'mon, babe," he said, and then she felt his short stubble on her thighs, his lips brushing her in a way that had her whimpering. "You've been so talkative this mornin' – don't stop now."
And she certainly didn't hold back after that – not after he asked so nicely.
