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The next morning, Cress woke up feeling refreshed for the first time in a long time. She stretched and rotated. Thorne was still asleep on his side facing her. She smiled as she watched him breathe in and out, his lips parted. She put her arm around him, and he nuzzled his pillow, easing himself closer to her but still asleep. She watched him for a few minutes until his eyelids fluttered open.
His eyes met hers, and he smiled and put an arm around her.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Thorne said.
“Good morning, handsome,” Cress said.
He grinned and ran a hand over his face, yawning. “What do you want to do today?”
Cress hummed and slipped her hand under the back of his shirt. His skin was warm and soft. “I think it’s your turn to decide that.”
Thorne looked thoughtful and licked his lips. “There’s one thing that comes to mind,” he said and shuffled closer to her on the bed.
“Really, just one?” she asked. He was close enough now that their noses were almost touching.
He gave her a lopsided grin and pulled her to him, kissing her. His lips were soft and still seemed like they were half asleep.
Cress sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and bit it lightly trying to wake them up.
Thorne sighed, and his hand on her waist bunched up the fabric of her top. His hold suddenly turned firm, and he pulled her on top of him.
She giggled in surprise, and she flushed down to her toes when she felt him hard under his shorts against her thigh. Her fingers ran through his hair and along his jaw.
His tongue pressed into her mouth, and his hands worked their way up her back under her top. His metal fingers were cold and made her arms break out in goosebumps. His nails scratched against her skin, and in recompense, she lightly squeezed her hand around his neck.
Thorne groaned and gnawed at her lip.
Cress panted and dragged her hands down his chest and stomach to his waist. One hand fell to the inside of his thighs. She brushed her fingers against his erection, fixing his angle on her so when she started grinding her hips into him, he pressed tantalizingly against her.
Thorne broke away from the kiss, breathless. Cress kissed along his jaw and sucked at the side of his neck. She smiled at the way his pulse was thundering there. Thorne’s hands rounded the sides of her ribs and his thumbs pressed just under her breasts.
“Cress,” he whispered.
“Mmm?” she managed as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
Thorne gasped and held her tighter.
She bit gently, and Thorne’s hands rose up to grasp her breasts.
Cress rocked her hips harder and let out a breathy moan into his ear. One of her hands drifted inwards from his waist, sliding her thumb under his waistband.
“Cress, wait,” Thorne said.
She froze and let go of his ear. She pressed her hands into the bed to lean back enough to look down at him.
“It’s my turn for the fantasy, right?” he said with a smile. He was flushed, and his hands dropped to her hips.
Cress’s heart raced but she nodded. It still made her stomach flip to imagine him thinking of her and wanting her like this.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked quietly. Her face felt hot.
Thorne grinned and his thumbs hooked under her shorts, tugging them and her underwear slowly down. Cress pulled away enough to slide them off, and she looked at him inquisitively.
He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes glinting as he grabbed her hips and lifted her so she was straddling his chest.
Cress looked down at him between her knees, and her breath quickened.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
“I will,” she said but her voice squeaked as, with a smile, Thorne hoisted her over his face.
Cress gasped as his face nuzzled against her pussy, opening her up. His tongue slowly licked upwards across all of her, dipping inside her, before settling on her clit. He gently sucked at the spot, and his hands grabbed her butt, holding her steady to him. One of her hands held onto the headboard, the other lost itself in his hair.
At first Cress was scared of putting too much pressure on him, but as Thorne’s fingers pulsed into her and his tongue lapped at her, she pressed harder into his face.
Cress moaned with whiny, high-pitched breaths as she felt herself getting wetter. She spread her legs wider and started moving her hips into his face. His stubble scratched the inside of her thighs, and his tongue sucked deeper into her.
She looked down at him, only able to see half of his face. She met his eyes that were glinting up at her, and he had the audacity to wink at her. She laughed breathlessly.
One of his thumbs pressed itself against her anus, slipping softly into her, and she started grinding harder against him, moaning as she felt her pleasure spiking.
She tried to pull away when she felt herself start to climax, but he held her firm to him, continuing to lick her up as she came shuddering against him.
Panting, Cress slid downwards so she was laying next to him. "Aces, that was . . . " Her thoughts felt muddled and all over the place, and her legs were wobbly. "Amazing," she finally said.
Cress looked over at Thorne, catching him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was grinning, and he turned on his side to look at her.
"That was fun," he said. "I like making you go all high pitched."
Cress blushed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Could we jump into one of my fantasies now?" she asked.
Thorne settled his head on his hand, leaning into her. "What did you have in mind?"
Cress chewed her thumb nail. “There's this one thing that I’ve always wanted to do,” she said shyly.
Thorne nodded and gave her a one-sided smile. “Tell me,” he said, his voice husky and sexy.
Cress opened and closed her mouth a couple of times trying to find the words. “I want to . . . ” She took a deep breath and said all at once, “I want to give you a blow job.” Her face immediately reddened.
Thorne looked a little speechless as though he wasn’t expecting that response. “Ah, wow . . . Yes. Aces, yes, we can do that.” He was so cute when he blushed. He ran a hand through his hair. “You know, I’ve never actually had one before.”
“Wait, seriously?” The thought of being his first gave her a little thrill of excitement chased with nerves.
He gave her a small smile. “You know me, always chivalrous, always giving.”
“Right,” she said. Her hands traced down his chest. “It’s just . . . Now I feel like there’s more pressure to do it right.”
“I promise you, literally anything you do will be perfect.” He brought her hand to his lips. “But, are you sure? I mean this is supposed to be your fantasy and it feels more like one of mine.”
“No, I want to. I’ve always thought it sounded fun. I want to make you feel as good as you make me.”
“Trust me, you do.” His voice hitched as she started kissing along his jaw, and her hands roamed over his waist and slipped under his shirt. He pulled it over his head.
“Relax, Captain,” she said, doing her best to imitate the whispery voice she’d heard people use on net romances.
He chuckled lightly, but when she pushed him so he was lying on his back, his breath caught.
Cress threw a leg over him, straddling him and started kissing down his chest and abs, sucking along the hair that disappeared under his waistband. She eased his shorts off him.
Thorne was already hard as she sat over his thighs. She rubbed against him through his underwear and watched his eyes close and his head fall back against the pillow. She flipped her hair to one side and pulled him out. Leaning forward, she breathed over him and licked her lips.
Cress put a sloppily kiss on his tip, and Thorne’s hands tangled themselves in her hair. She sucked him into her mouth and dropped her jaw, eliciting a gasp from above her. He was too big to have completely in her mouth so she drooled down him and used her saliva to help move her hand up and down his length.
She looked up and met his eyes as she sucked him into her mouth. She couldn’t help herself; she raised an eyebrow and winked. Thorne let out a breathy, shuddery laugh that made her whole body flush.
Cress continued sucking and licking him, moving him in and out against the roof of her mouth and finding a rhythm. His moans turned louder and deeper, and his hands scratched along her scalp, pulling her closer.
“Cress,” he moaned breathlessly. “Faster.”
She happily obliged, and Thorne’s moans rose. He suddenly pushed her away, stuffing himself back into his underwear to come.
Cress watched the euphoria pass over his face and felt the tremors along his thighs. Grinning, she pushed herself forward until she was lying on his chest, feeling accomplished and loving how hard he was breathing.
He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “Cress,” he said as though it were a vow.
“Thorne,” she said back, putting just as much feeling into the word.
After a few moments, Cress looked up at him. “So, am I allowed to ask about your first time?”
Thorne smirked. “Better than anything I could’ve imagined.”
Cress grinned and brushed a kiss on his neck.
After showering together, they spent the rest of the day in bed, rewatching one of Cress’s favorite shows, laughing, talking, and kissing.
It was so easy, sinking into that day. It felt like a promise of the life yet to come. One built on comfort and love and making good dreams come true.
And they lived happily ever after.
THE END.