Lisa wakes Andrew up.

Andrew fell asleep as soon as he was done with his girlfriend that night. He had always been a heavier sleeper than she was, and he had always slept longer than her, too. So he wasn't surprised to find her under the covers again with his dick in her mouth as he woke up to the morning sunlight streaming in through the curtains.

"Mm," he said.

"You like that, baby?" she said once she had pulled it out of her mouth.

"Quiet," he said. He pushed his hand under the blanket and guided her head back toward the tip of his dick. "Shhh, shh..." She kept quiet as he had told her, and he basked in the quiet as he lay back and let her work. For everything she did that annoyed him, at least Lisa was eager to please. She had blown him more times than they had had sex, and they had had sex a lot in the early days of their relationship. He grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her deeper, deeper. She could barely deepthroat, but there was nothing he liked better out of her mouth than that squeak of discomfort when he pushed his dick just a little too far.

"Mm baby," she said. "Why don't we--"

Her pushed his dick back into her mouth again. He wouldn't let her ruin this for him. As soon as he had shot his load down her throat, he let her come up for air. "What is it?" he asked, almost politely. After three orgasms in less than ten hours, he was feeling downright saintly. He could afford to be a little nice.

"Nothing," she said quietly. She swallowed again. When she turned her back to him, still wearing that fucking nightgown, he guessed that she had probably wanted to have sex. That was her problem, not his. The shower down the hall had a detachable showerhead, so why shouldn't she make good use out of it?