When I wake up the next morning, I can't tell where I am right away and try to sit up. An arm tightens around me, and I realize I recognize his tattoos, and everything comes flooding back to me. Oh my god. My stomach flips, and I can't help but grin. I can't believe Hayden and I fucked. I can feel him pressed behind me, and I can hear his slow, deep breathing, letting me know he's still asleep. I carefully crawl from beneath him so that I can admire him. I didn't get a good chance last night. He's sprawled on his back, legs tangled in the blankets, and looks so beautiful. He's already hard; I could feel him pressed against me before I sat up. I run my fingers through his chest hair, loving how soft it feels. I lean into him and nuzzle his chest, wanting to feel it against my cheeks. I feel him let out a huffy smile. I trace a finger over one of his arm tattoos while he opens a sleepy eye. "Good morning. How are you feeling?" He murmurs, reaching for me, but I pull away.
I smile and bend forward, kissing his chest. "Good morning." He moans in approval, pulling me closer. I flick my tongue over his nipple, feeling it harden against my lips. He moans again and looks at me through hooded eyes. "What are you up to?" I suck on his nipple gently, unsure if he likes it. He's not stopping me, though.
I pinch his other nipple lightly before sliding my fingers from his chest to his dick which I grip firmly. "Taking you up on that promise." He kicks the blankets out of the way for me. He feels so smooth and hard, like warm marble. I've only played with a dick over the pants until last night, but I still didn't get to explore him like I wanted to, either. I cup his balls with my other hand, surprised by how tight they feel. I get another surprise when his dick twitches. "Oh," I blush, not expecting it to literally move. A bead of precum is already leaking from his tip, clear and inviting.
I lean forward to take him in my mouth, surprised when he tangles his hand in my hair and stops me. "You know you don't have to, right?" I frown at him and start to drop my hand away. "I want you to." He affirms. "I just don't want you to think it's an expectation."
I look him in the eyes. "I want to." I reach for him again.
"Same with swallowing; it's not an expectation."