I wake up to warmth, not the sunlight, but Kam under the duvet, lips wrapped around me. I’ve had to be up early every day for the past couple of months so having this morning to myself, I was ready to be selfish.My eyes stay closed, just feeling him. His mouth is slow, lazy, like he’s enjoying breakfast in bed.

His hand wraps around the base, squeezing just right, twisting slightly at the top with every stroke. The combination of his mouth and fingers makes my hips twitch, a low groan escaping before I can stop it.

When he pulls off, his thumb presses under the head, sending a jolt right through me. Then he’s back down, sucking harder, his free hand cupping me while the other works my length. It’s not rushed — he’s in full control, drawing it out like he wants me begging.

“God, Kam…” My voice is rough from sleep.

Both hands join in, sliding in opposite directions, his lips focusing on the tip. The heat builds fast, my stomach tightening, and then I’m spilling into his hand, every stroke milking the last drop.
I cover his hand like an artist painting an easel.

He pulls back, suck my supersensitive cock, wipes his lip with his thumb, and smirks.

“Best way to start the day.”

I can only nod.