A Shot of Herophine

Cake

Friendly reminder that this is only a work of fiction and written purely for entertainment purposes.

Hero's POV

No matter how many times I've seen her like this, I can't help but marvel at how absolutely breathtaking she is.

Her long hair is fanned out on the pillow, head tipped back, eyes shut tight, mouth ajar, as she relishes the pleasure I'm giving her. My body rests on top of hers, skin-to-skin, as I slide in and out of her, taking us higher and higher until we're both hanging on by a thread.

She lets out a moan when I hit that spot she loves so much. She tugs hard on my hair, crying out my name as she comes undone. I continue my movements, desperately chasing my own release, and my body tremors when I get there.

Not even a moment later, I feel a soft hand wrap around my throbbing erection. It starts pumping me slowly and I don't even try holding back my groan—

I'm startled awake by a warm, wet sensation between my legs.

I slowly pry my eyes open and I see the woman from my dream lying on the bed, her head bobbing up and down my shaft. As I regain consciousness, I realize how badly my cock is aching and how good her mouth feels around me.

I lift my head off the pillow to watch and reach down to touch a lock of her dirty blonde hair. She looks up at me and holds my gaze as she continues tasting me.

"Oh fuck, Jo," I barely manage to utter when she fits even more of me into that delectable mouth.

It takes me only a few more seconds to finish, thanks to that extremely vivid wet dream and her talented tongue.

When my breaths have finally evened out, Jo leans over to press a soft kiss to the center of my chest. I grin and gently run my hand through her bedhead, smoothing out her hair.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" I ask, partly curious and partly shocked.

She winks at me. "Consider it your early birthday present."

"Birthday?" I blink. Either my brain is still asleep or that orgasm completely wiped my memory.

She snickers at my obvious confusion. "Look at the date on your phone."

I sit up on the bed and retrieve my phone from the nightstand. The date on my lockscreen reads November 6 and the realization dawns on me.

I set my phone back down and Jo straddles my lap, pressing her lips to mine in a searing kiss.

"Happy birthday, baby," she whispers when she pulls away.

Jo's POV

Hero's cheeks flush and he looks down sheepishly as if he can't handle the sudden attention.

He recovers swiftly and smirks at me. "Early birthday present, huh? When do I get my other one?"

"You'll have to wait and see," I tease him.

"I'd say you're off to a pretty good start."

I chuckle at his comment. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Would you be interested in replacing my alarm clock?" he asks smugly, his hands coming to rest possessively on my arse.

I scoff at him. "Nice try, but no."

"Why not? I'd wake you up like that every day if you wanted me to."

I narrow my eyes. "You didn't wake me up like that when it was my birthday."

"Well, if I remember correctly, I was too busy preparing you breakfast in bed while you were still sleeping," he answers defensively.