Morning

Grace

“ I am going to make you feel good. Hm? ” Tristin’s voice whispers in my ear, seeking the consent he always does, his hands lingering on my hips gently.

“ Hmm. ” I hum and breathe heavily.

I moan, as his fingers move between my folds, drawing small circles on my clit. His rough fingers press into my core gently and slowly lead me toward an orgasm.

I gasp, my body curling into his front as I struggle to pry my eyes open.

“ What…what are you doing so early in the morning, Tristin? ” I murmur, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

This feels so good. I gasp, as he pinches my clit and sends me over the edge. The slow, lazy pleasure has me writhing and clinging to his body as he continues to rub teasing circles between my folds.

“ I am giving you a demo of what your mornings will be like with me. ” Tristin hums, kissing the top of my head.

Heat spreads in my cheeks. I sigh, fighting the smile threatening to pull at my lips.

“ I prefer tasting you though, but I don’t want to do that