Morning Came

Morning came. Marie was only half awake when she noticed Steve roll over onto his back. Pale light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, which had closed automatically during the night. The bed smelled of warm bodies. Of her, of him. And of what they had done, something that could no longer be denied.

“Marie.” He said her name without haste. His tone was neither commanding nor pleading. For him, what he said was a matter of course. He didn't need to give any details or explanations. “American women know how to get a man going in the morning.”

It would be the logical follow-up to what had begun the night before.

Marie was wide awake immediately. Her first impulse was outrage. Her second was fear.

Her third was the one that frightened her the most. She felt curiosity and... desire? Before she could decide what to do, her body reacted. At a hot pulling sensation in her abdomen, her pulse quickened. There was warmth there that didn't come from the bed covers. She ran her tongue over her teeth.

And she already hated herself for not saying “no” right away.

Slowly, she slid closer to Steve. Not willingly, but not **** either. She was aware of the implications of what she was about to do. Her gaze narrowed the closer she got.

She threw back the covers. Steve was already half-erect. She reached for his cock, which twitched slightly at her touch.

She could feel her own heartbeat clearly, hear her own breathing, which was no longer calm and steady.

She shifted her balance, lowered her head. It was not a submissive gesture, but her visible answer to the unspoken question that hung in the room: Would she do what he asked?

Steve said nothing. He didn't need to say anything. And that was exactly what made it impossible for Marie to deceive herself. One word from her could have ended it all. She remained silent.

She opened her mouth—not to speak—and closed her eyes.

Under her kisses, he grew bigger and harder. He tasted salty and of the night before.

When she took him between her lips and began to lick him, Steve moved minimally. He didn't hold her down, he didn't exert any pressure, at least not physically. Steve just let Marie do her thing. For him, it was normal and he saw no reason to push her into anything.

She sucked and licked. On her tongue, she could feel and taste his growing arousal.

Her own body reacted with frightening honesty. An observer would have assumed that she was doing everything voluntarily and enjoying it. Shame caused her cheeks to flush. Fortunately, only Steve could see it. He didn't care how she felt.

Her rhythm steadied. She now knew what she wanted and what she was doing, and she did it with complete determination. It wasn't her first blowjob. She recognized the signs. Steve was close to the point of no return—only the climax remained.

It was that moment when Steve stopped being passive. His breathing got louder and deeper. His hand went to the back of Marie's head and tensed up. His pelvis lifted. The self-assurance that surrounded him like an aura started to crack.

He sank back onto the sheet.

Marie swallowed.