January Week 2: Saturday Morning...Leah gives Jonathan a quick blowjob (Luck: -25, Suspicion: -10)

Leah slipped her hand beneath the sheets, letting her palm brush gently over the outline of Jonathan's morning wood. He was half-asleep, face nuzzled into his pillow, but the thick pulse in her grip told her he was more than ready for attention. She grinned to herself and shimmied down beneath the covers, her hair trailing down his chest, tickling the soft line of hair that led to his cock.

His breath caught as she kissed the warm skin of his belly, planting a trail of wet, soft kisses lower and lower until her lips met the head of his cock. It throbbed against her cheek, and she teased him by running her tongue along the sensitive underside, just the way she knew he liked. Jonathan grumbled something appreciative, one big hand finding her shoulder and giving it a sleepy squeeze.

Leah sucked him in, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum and the way he swelled in her mouth. She liked the ritual of it, the way his body tensed beneath her, the way he always tried not to moan and failed spectacularly. This morning she took her time, stroking him with her hand and letting the tip of his cock bump against the back of her throat. She liked how it made him gasp, how it made his legs shift restlessly under the sheets.

He pulled the covers off so he could watch her, propping himself up on an elbow, bleary-eyed and grinning.

"God, Leah..." he whispered, as if afraid to shatter the fragile quiet of the morning. She looked up at him through her lashes and smiled with her mouth full, humming around his cock until his grip on her shoulder tightened and he let out a low, helpless groan.

"I'm gonna cum. Shit, I'm gonna..." He trailed off, and Leah squeezed his thigh encouragingly, swallowing him down right as he started to pulse in her mouth. She swallowed every single drop, licking him clean and then planting a soft kiss on the tip for good measure. When she climbed back up to lie beside him, Jonathan pulled her into a tight, grateful hug, nuzzling her hair.

"I am the luckiest man on the planet." He kissed her hard, tasting himself on her lips, and Leah laughed, unable to resist the warm bubble of pride that blossomed in her chest. She loved making him feel like this—loved the way he always made her feel wanted and adored in return.