MALCOLM
I awake to feather-light kisses on my chest. I hiss out a breath when she swirls her tongue around a nipple. She continues her torturous exploration down, hooking her fingers in the band of my briefs. I feel her hesitate.
Then, making a decision, she pulls down my briefs. I slant my eyes open to see my engorged dick spring forward to her shocked expression. I almost smile.
"A man can wake to this every morning," I say, voice hoarse.
She jumps, her eyes shooting to mine. When her cheeks color, I cup her face lightly and pass my thumb over her silky skin.
Her eyes follow the bulging veins running down my cock, her pupils dilating. I respond instantly, blood rushing down to my shaft. My already hard cock distends more, forcing a pained groan out of me and her eyes to shoot wide. I take her chin between my fingers. "Put me out of my misery, minx."
Guileless green eyes meet mine. "Does it hurt?"
A laugh that resembles another tortured groan leaves my lips. "Not in the way you think, darling."