Morning Treat

Dillion Harper slips into the bedroom with a tray in her hands. She leans over the bed, kisses his cheek, and lets her robe slide off. Preston opens his eyes to her smile and the scent of her skin. She kneels, pulls the sheet down, and takes him into her mouth. Her lips glide over him slowly, wet and warm, until he is hard and ready. She climbs up, sinks onto him, and rides with an easy, rolling motion that pushes her hips forward each time she drops. He grips her thighs, meeting every stroke, pushing deeper. When she leans in to kiss him again, he flips her onto her back. She smiles, spreads wider, and he drives into her with quick, steady thrusts that make her breath catch. He pulls out just before he finishes, stroking once, twice, and paints her face with thick ropes that streak her cheeks and lips. Dillion licks what she can reach, eyes still bright, the morning light already stronger on the sheets.