It was one of those perfect lazy Saturday mornings where the world outside my apartment didn’t exist. Mia, my FWB of six months now, had stayed over after we fucked each other senseless the night before. I’d fallen asleep with her naked body curled tight against me, her soft tits pressed to my chest, one leg draped over mine. She has this way of snuggling that makes you feel like the only man on earth who’s ever made her feel safe and filthy at the same time.

I was dead to the world, lost in some hazy dream, when the first wave hit me.

At first it was just part of the dream, wet, warm, velvety heat sliding down my cock like it belonged there. Morning wood had me rock-hard already, pulsing against my stomach, but then the sensation sharpened into something way too real. Slow, deliberate suction. A tongue flicking teasingly right under the head. My hips twitched before my brain caught up.

I cracked my eyes open, still heavy with sleep, and the sight that greeted me nearly made me groan out loud.

Mia was under the sheets, completely naked, her dark hair spilling across my thighs. She’d snuck down there without waking me, her hands gently but firmly spreading my legs wider so she could settle between them. Her full lips were stretched tight around my cock, sliding up and down with this lazy, hungry rhythm that said she’d been at it for a while. Saliva glistened on my cock and dripped down to my balls, she wasn’t being neat about it, and fuck, that made it hotter.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside with every upstroke, flicking that spot she knew drove me insane. Then she’d sink deeper, taking more of me until I felt the tight ring of her throat squeeze around the head. She hummed softly, like she was savoring the taste of me, the vibration shooting straight through my spine.

I was still half-asleep. My hand moved on instinct, sliding into her hair, tangling gently. She looked up at me through the dim morning light filtering through the curtains, those big brown eyes sparkling with pure mischief and raw hunger. No shame or hesitation.

She went for it then. No more teasing. Her head bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with this perfect vacuum pressure that made my toes curl and my back arch off the mattress. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking in time with her mouth. The other cupped my balls, rolling them, tugging gently, then massaging with just the right pressure.

“Fuck… Mia…” I rasped, voice wrecked.

She moaned around me in response, the sound low and filthy. Her throat tightened as she took me all the way, gagging just a little but never pulling back.

She loved this, loved having me completely at her mercy while I was still groggy and helpless. I could feel her getting wetter just from the power of it; her hips shifted restlessly against the bed like she was grinding against nothing.

The pressure built fast. My hips started bucking up into her mouth on their own. She took every thrust, eyes watering but locked on mine the whole time, daring me to lose it.

I came so hard my vision whited out.

Wave after wave pulsed out of me, straight down her throat. She didn’t spill a drop. She swallowed greedily around me, tongue still working, milking every last spurt like she was starving for it. My whole body shook. I gripped her hair tighter, groaning her name while she drained me completely.

Only then did she slowly pull off, licking her lips with this satisfied, cat-who-got-the-cream smirk. A tiny string of spit and cum connected her bottom lip to my still-twitching cock for a second before she wiped it away with her thumb and sucked it clean.

“Good morning, baby,” she purred, voice husky from the throat-fucking she’d just given me. She crawled up my body like a predator, pressing every soft, warm curve against me, tits dragging over my chest, nipples hard, until her face hovered above mine.

Then she kissed me. Deep. Slow. Letting me taste myself on her tongue.

Holy fuck. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.