The next morning was a very good morning. Not just because nobody's head throbbed, or that the weather outside promised to be incredible that day. Not just because they had no place they had to be that morning either.
It was just pretty hard to not feel this great if one had a pair of soft but eager lips working their magic around one's cock as a wake-up call, the sensation causing Emmet to moan as the world finally began to make sense to him.
Emmet inhaled sharply through his nose and fully opened his eyes, taking in the accompanied sight he had already realized was happening while half-asleep.
"I must've died and gone to heaven," Emmet murmured as he exhaled.
Giselle's eyes smiled back up at him from the position between his legs, her hands and mouth busy at work, delving his member deeper into her throat. Her tongue was incredibly warm. It was a beautiful sight.
She swirled her tongue against his most sensitive spot, at times circling around his head too. Her one hand was positioned at the bottom of his shaft, while the other kept pumping along, allowing her mouth to just focus on the head. Oh, she'd definitely done this before, not that he'd doubted that after all the positions and tricks she'd already managed to show him after the two nights they'd spent together. She just hadn't done this to him before.