A few hours earlier, back in the Moonshade estate.
The sun hadn’t fully co up yet. Just a bit of soft light was peeking through the tall windows, brushing against the curtains.
Ethan shifted under the covers, still half-asleep.
Sothing felt... warm. And wet.
He blinked slowly, his body stirring before his mind caught up. Then he felt a soft hand on his thigh... and a warm mouth easing down on him.
He froze for a second. "...Elowen?"
A quiet hum ca from under the blanket.
"Morning," she said softly, lips brushing against him. "Don’t move. Just relax."
Ethan let out a slow breath, sinking deeper into the pillow. "You always wake people up like this?"
"No," she said with a light laugh. "Only you."
She didn’t rush. She took her ti—her lips and tongue moving slowly, like she’d planned this.
Like she wanted this to be perfect.
Ethan’s hand slid down, fingers gently threading through her hair.
His mind was still fuzzy. The room was barely lit, the warmth from the sunrise just beginning to filter through the glass.
And the whole place slled faintly like honey and peaches.
Easing her head down a little farther, Elowen took her ti. She could tell he wasn’t fully awake, and his sleepy groan as his hips shifted made her smile.
Then her fingers wrapped a little tighter around the base, and his hand squeezed her hair.
"Oh," he muttered. "Sorry, I—"
She cut him off with a quick shake of her head, not taking her mouth away.
Then she eased down farther, humming softly and sucking, her tongue flicking gently along the tip.
"Oh. Okay. Um, yes. Good morning to ."
She could feel his heart racing faster now. The way his chest was rising.
So she pulled back, keeping her grip tight.
"Relax," she whispered again. "Just stay in bed and let take care of you."
"...okay," Ethan said. "I can do that."
"Good," Elowen replied. "I don’t want you thinking about anything but how good you feel right now."
"Okay. Uh, noted."
Her lips slid over his dick, a little firr, and her hand moved, stroking up, her tongue swirling slowly.
Ethan let his eyes close again.
He was definitely awake now.
But he didn’t feel rushed. He could still hear the soft chirps of birds outside the windows. The air was still cool.
And his entire body felt warm.
"Good," she whispered. "You’re so hard."
"Mmm. Well, your mouth is really nice."
Elowen humd in agreent. "What does it feel like? Tell ."
"Uh... it feels... warm. Really warm."
"Mmhm." She kept bobbing, her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing softly.
Ethan shifted a little under the blanket, letting his hips tilt, his legs spread a little wider. "...your mouth feels really tight. Like... I could get off if you did this for another five minutes."
She made a happy sound.
"Well, that’s the plan," she whispered, then swallowed him down deeper, her head bobbing.
He didn’t answer. Just groaned quietly.
Elowen didn’t tease him, though. Her movents were firm and smooth. The pace didn’t waver, her tongue staying firm against the underside, her head moving in a steady rhythm.
Her hand gripped the base, twisting just slightly, squeezing him, and tugging.
It was like she could tell exactly how he liked to be touched.
And after a while, the room stopped existing.
It wasn’t that Ethan couldn’t focus on the details—like the soft sounds, or the warmth, or the gentle pressure.
He just didn’t have to.
He didn’t need to pay attention to how the sheets felt. Or the sunlight.
It all worked together, and the only thing that mattered was Elowen’s mouth.
And her hand.
And her quiet voice, encouraging him, making him groan, telling him how good it felt when his cock twitched on her tongue.
The pace started slow and stayed that way.
Neither of them rushed.
Ti passed, and Ethan didn’t bother to check how much.
It was still early, and his body was loose and heavy, the blankets keeping him warm.
Her free hand slid under the covers, and a gentle thumb brushed against his hipbone, a fingertip teasing the skin just above.
"Mmm." His hips rocked, and his cock pressed against her cheek, pulsing hot.
She slowed her movents, pulling her head back just a little. "Close?"
"Yeah." His breathing was uneven now.
"Tell when," she murmured, and her tongue slid under his cock, stroking, sucking, her head tilting, her cheeks hollowing, the hand wrapped around his shaft pumping him steadily.
"Uh... soon."
Elowen didn’t answer, her movents staying controlled.
When Ethan’s breath hitched, her hands sped up, the pressure getting firr.
And then his whole body tensed.
"Oh. Oh, shit. Right there."
The climax didn’t rush. It built.
"I’m coming," he groaned.
"Good," she breathed. "Give it to . Co on. Let have it."
She swallowed him down, her head bobbing, and a second later, Ethan’s hips lifted off the bed.
His hands squeezed her hair, and a deep groan tore through him.
Elowen stayed put, not rushing, not teasing. Just taking everything.
His thighs shook.
And he didn’t make a sound.
He let his breath go.
"God, holy shit," he mumbled
"Good?" she asked, her voice a little muffled.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Wow. Good doesn’t cover it."
She pulled back slowly, licking the last bit off the head, and a low sigh escaped him.
"Mm." A happy purr. "I love the way you taste."
"Glad I could, uh... be of service."
"Always," she whispered, smiling.
Her hands slid over his bare thighs, the touch warm.
"Now," she murmured. "How would you like to return the favor?"
"Mm. Well. I have a couple of ideas. You’re pretty amazing, you know that?"
"Mmm," she replied, nuzzling against his hip.
"I’m serious," he said, sliding his fingers through her hair again. "Waking up to a blowjob is a good morning, but doing that and being so patient and sexy? That’s a really good day."
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