Chapter 1: Introduction
The radio softly played a familiar tune, and the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Jamie stretched languidly, his hazel eyes still heavy with sleep, as he reached out to turn off the alarm. It was Saturday—his favorite day of the week.
Suddenly, something warm and wet enveloped him. He jumped, his eyes shooting open. Hannah, his wife of seven years, was straddling him, her mouth already working its magic. He let out a soft groan, his hands instinctively going to her short brown hair.
She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, and smiled. The smile said it all—she was in charge today.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, her voice a husky purr. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "I'm feeling a bit adventurous today," she murmured. "And I thought, why not start the day off with a little... surprise."
Jamie chuckled, his body already responding to her touch. "Is that what you call it?" he teased, his hands slipping down to her waist.
"Well, I must say, I like surprises."
Hannah grinned, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. "Good. Because I'm not done yet."
She sat up, her hands moving to the hem of her nightshirt. Slowly, she pulled it over her head, revealing her bare skin to the soft morning light. Jamie's breath hitched as he took her in—her full breasts, the soft curve of her stomach. She was gorgeous.
Hannah's smile widened, and she let out a low laugh, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Mm, you're not so bad yourself," she said, her hands reaching for the button of his pajama pants.
He lifted his hips, allowing her to slip the pants off, his cock already standing at attention. She looked down at him, her eyes darkening with lust. "Looks like someone's eager," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock. Jamie let out a sharp hiss, his hands fisting the sheets.
Hannah grinned wickedly, her tongue swirling around his length before she took him into her mouth again. She moved slowly, teasingly, her mouth hot and wet around him. Jamie groaned, his hips bucking slightly, eager for more.
But Hannah was in no rush. She kept sucking, her mouth moving with slow, deliberate strokes, her tongue swirling around his length. She looked up at him, her green eyes locked onto his, and he could see the mischief dancing in them. She was enjoying this—enjoying being in control.
"You're not going to come yet," she said, her voice a low warning, her mouth never leaving his cock. "Not until I say so." She emphasized her point by sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing out, her head bobbing slightly.
Jamie gritted his teeth, his fingers tightening on the sheets. He knew she was right—he was close, so close. But he also knew that fighting it was no use. Hannah was in charge today, and she was going to tease him until he begged for it.
Hannah was teasing him, and she knew it. She loved it. Her head bobbed slowly, her tongue swirling around him. Jamie could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing.
Just as suddenly, she stopped. She sat up, her chest heaving, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Not so fast, buster," she said, her voice playful. "Today is about me. And I say when."
Jamie groaned in frustration, his body aching for release. Hannah laughed, a sound like music to his ears. "Relax," she said, her fingers running through his short brown hair.
"We've got all day."