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.
Emmet moaned, and tentatively, almost exploratively, let his hand explore her neck and reach into her wavy head of hair, intertwining into it. He had no intention of going rough - this was nice as it was, but each casual brush of her hair sent that whiff of mango into the air, definitely not a scent for everyone, but to him this was by now inherently hers, and he just wanted to connect.
And that action got a welcome response, as her eyes met his again.
He throbbed in her grip, feeling spoiled by this treatment, having not expected her to do that. After last night he'd almost assumed she'd sleep the morning off - even just cuddling would've been fine.