Going Up!

Chapter Twenty Eight

The next morning I awoke before Ben, rolling over and stretching my legs out I felt his naked body against mine. I positively hummed at his nearness. I turned and took in the sight of him, the comforter pulled up stopping just above his hips. The perfectly chiseled V plunging below the blankets, leading to what I knew to be an absolutely stunning cock.

Hmmmm. I wonder if I could wake him up.

Rolling back to my bedside table I checked my phone to see the time, and it was half past eight. Late enough in the day that I really didn't feel too guilty about my next move. I set the phone down and gently turned my body back towards him. I positioned myself slightly above him, propping myself up with my arm. I placed a single kiss on his chest closest to me. He didn't budge. So this time I did it again, letting my lips linger, watching his face intently.

Come on Ben, wake up.

Keeping my lips connected to his skin, I drug them lower; leaving a row of warm kisses along his pec and down to his abs. The moment my mouth hit the V in his torso, his lip quirked in a small smile.

There he is.

"Good Morning, Mr. Solo." I purred at him, taking my hand and sliding it under the covers to wrap it around his very apparent erection.

His hazy eyes slid open, full of desire. "Mm...Good Morning, you trying to start your day off in trouble?" A small devilish smile played across his lips causing my thighs to press together and wetness to rush to my core.

"Never, in fact, I thought I was being quite good this morning." I said huskily, pulling the covers lower before wrapping my lips around his throbbing cock and moving my body to the space between his legs.

"Fuck..." The word left his mouth in a hiss. His hands automatically reach for my head and his fingers wrap themselves into my hair.

I fucking love when he does this.

Hollowing out my cheeks I suck his member into the very back of my throat, relaxing my gag reflex allowing him to slide his full length into my mouth. He makes a wheezing sound as he slips all the way into my throat and silently I laugh to myself.

"Oh, my God Rey." His fingers tighten their grip in my hair as he tries to guide my pace. Using one hand at his base, I stroke him while I take him like this at a steady rhythm. Using my tongue to ever so lightly stroke the underside of his sensitive cock.

I feel it when his cock starts to stiffen further and let him slide from the depths of my throat and into my mouth. Using both of my hands in alternate rotating patterns on his shaft as I continue to suck his head.

His hands in my hair loosen, if only for a moment, before they grip tightly and he grinds out, "I'm going to come baby." And I feel the hot liquid shooting into my mouth. I swallow as quickly as I can and he keeps pouring it into me, jerking his hips wildly. I lap it up and let him slip from my mouth. Licking the small drops of his cum from the corner of my mouth as I look up at him from my spot between his legs. 

His eyes are like looking into pools of lava, still ablaze with passion. "You are fucking wicked." He says looking down at me from his spot on the bed. I smirk and crawl up his body, letting my naked body drag along his.

"Am I?" I question him innocently even as I lay my naked body along his own. "I feel like I'm pretty sweet." I smile lazily at him, stroking his wild hair out his face.

I could get used to this, these morning musing in bed.

His own hand reaches up and catches mine, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss into my palm. "You're both, like a fucking sour patch kid." A deep laugh rumbled in his chest and I could feel it in mine causing me to start laughing too. I shook my head.