Jess woke up Sunday morning nestled against Tom's frame. His arm lay heavy across her waist and his fingers splayed over her flat stomach where their potential child might already be growing. She lay still, cherishing the rare quiet. There were no buzzing text messages or calendar reminders, just birds chirping outside and the sound of Tom's deep breathing behind her.
When she shifted her hips to find a more comfortable position, she felt it, the unmistakable bump of Tom's morning wood pressing against her ass. A wicked smile curved her lips. Sunday mornings usually meant pancakes drizzled in maple syrup but today she craved a different breakfast.
Moving carefully to avoid waking him, Jess gently pushed Tom onto his back. She then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down just enough to free his cock.
She then positioned herself between his thighs wearing nothing but the tiny black lace panties she'd put on last night. She stretched out on her elbows and stomach, feet crossed at the ankles and swaying playfully in the air. This was her domain, where she wielded absolute power with her lips and tongue and skill. Her hand wrapped around his cock, holding him steady as she leaned forward.
Starting at the seam just above his balls, she dragged her tongue up his entire length in one wet stroke. When she reached the tip, her tongue swirled around the ridge, collecting the first beads of precum. The familiar taste of him, salt and musk and something uniquely Tom, made her moan around him as she took him fully into her mouth.
Tom's fingers found her silky hair before his eyes fully opened. "Fuck, Jess," he groaned as Jess hollowed her cheeks and applied suction. "Keep doing that thing with your tongue..."
Jess happily obeyed, rubbing her tongue against his frenulum, the ultra-sensitive spot that often had him twitching and bucking his hips. She worked it with the flat of her tongue before taking him deeper, not stopping until her nose nestled in the coarse hair at his base. Through her lashes, she watched how his jaw clenched and brow furrowed, the vein in his temple pulsing.
"Holy fuck," he gasped as his fingers tightened in her hair.
She released him with a pop and offered a smile as her lips glistened with saliva. "Good morning, handsome," she purred. Her tongue darted out to catch more precum leaking from his tip before eagerly swallowed him again.
Jess' technique was flawless, refined through years of exploration and a natural talent for reading her partner's responses. She alternated between sucking and slurping, varying pressure and speed with the expertise of a virtuoso. One hand cradled his balls while the other stroked his shaft in counterpoint to her bobbing head, creating pleasure that had his toes curling.
Tom watched Jess closely. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth mixed with his ragged breathing filled their bedroom. His mind drifted, not to the sensation, but to the mystery that had always nagged at him: where had she learned to suck cock like this?
He'd never directly asked but he'd always wondered about the lucky bastards who'd helped her develop these skills. His mind drifted to what she'd told him about her past lovers.
Michael, her high school sweetheart, couldn't have taught her this. Jess had described their innocent explorations, how they'd fumbled through sex together, neither really knowing what they were doing.
Then there was Nate, her first serious college boyfriend, the fitness freak who'd shaped Jess's body consciousness. She'd kept the sexual details wrapped in vague descriptions. An "active sex life" was all she'd offered before adding the Valentine's Day gut-punch of finding him balls-deep in another woman.
Then finally Marco, the basketball player, the "brief rebound" she'd mentioned with dismissive casualness. Tom's gut told him there was more meat on those bones, stories untold, nights unaccounted for.
He imagined a younger Jess, still finding herself, still learning the tricks of her trade. He imagined her on her knees before some faceless man, being coached through suppressing her gag reflex, discovering the pressure of tongue, mastering the vacuum seal of lips that now transported him to another dimension.
His imagination went to the possibility of hidden experiences, of unnamed men and secret encounters that contributed to her expertise. Instead of jealousy, these thoughts only fueled his arousal.
Though he'd never admit it, part of him hated how easily she took his entire length, going balls deep without any strain. He fantasized about being thick enough to stretch those lips wide, long enough to make her gag and make her eyes water when she tried to swallow him whole.
He remembered last night, how Bob's massive cock flashed in his mind while she went down on him. The same thoughts continued to occupy his mind. How would she handle something that size? Would she struggle?
"Fuck, princess..." The word escaped before he could catch it.
Jess's throat tightened around him briefly before she pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth.
"You said that yesterday too, and you don't usually call me that," she observed, her tone casual but eyes sharp.
"Just felt right. Uh... you don't like it?"
"No, I do," she said thoughtfully, her hand still stroking him. "It's just... different." She punctuated her words by swallowing him again in one smooth motion.
"Oh fuck, babe..."
Jess could feel him getting close from the way his breathing changed and the way his balls tightened in her hand. She doubled her efforts, bobbing her head faster while maintaining suction.
"Gonna cum," Tom warned. "So fucking close."
When his orgasm hit, it was with an intensity that had him arching off the mattress. Jess took everything he offered, swallowing eagerly as her hands milked his shaft and massaged his balls. Only when she was certain she'd extracted every drop did she release him with a final, loving kiss to his sensitive tip.
"Jesus," Tom panted, collapsing back against the pillows. "What brought that on?"
Jess slithered up his body and settled against his chest, her cheek pressed to his racing heart. "Just wanted to show my husband how much I appreciate him," she murmured "And maybe remind him what he's got waiting at home after work."
As their breathing steadied, Jess lazily traced the faint scar on Tom's shoulder, a remnant from a college intramural football injury. "I can't believe how amazing this weekend's been," she mused. "If we keep this up, I might need a wheelchair. My legs feel like jelly."
Tom's arms tightened around her. "Sorry if I was too rough," he said softly. "I just couldn't help myself."
"Don't apologize," she said smiling, trailing her fingers down his chest. "I loved every second of it. Just... maybe we take it a little easier for the next few days?" Her hand moved to her stomach. "Especially since we might have started something life changing last night."
