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I blink.Right. Because I drank.
“And I brushed mine before sucking that pretty cock in my mouth. I know the rules.” He winks, and nudges me to roll over onto my stomach.
Another blink. Then, “Oh.”
So, as it would turn out, I do have one hard limit as far as sensory issues in the bedroom go. Well, one that I know of.
Now that we spend nights together, and get to wake up next to each other… Let’s just say morning breath is a no-go for me, as I’m sure it is for a lot of people.
It might just be a little more intense for someone like me.
Nolan’s morning breath probably isn’t eventhatbad…
But still. Yuck.
Thankfully, he didn’t take it too personally when I all but shoved him off the bed that particular morning and ran into the bathroom to guzzle mouthwash—and Ihatemouthwash, though he’s since bought a more mild one.
He even laughed once he realized it wasn’tmybreathI was worried about, buthisthat grossed me out. He thought it was hilarious.
And I can’t lie…
It was the perfect response to it. If he was offended or hurt, I don’t know what I would’ve done.
I frown, when it occurs to me what he said, and I sit up, peering over his shoulder to where I’m greeted by a snowy, night sky out the window. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s woken me up in the middle of the night…
Or I, him.
“What time is it?” I say, my voice raspy and croaky from disuse.
I hear him pop open the lube cap and I wiggle my hips, grinding my cock into the sheets.
“Little after four,” he says, pushing my thighs apart with his knees, settling himself behind me.
Wetness hits my crack, right at the cleft. I suck in a breath, and he chuckles wickedly. I start to push up on my knees, but he stops me. “No, just like this.”
He spreads my legs wider, fingers massaging the lube into my hole. With his free hand, he reaches beneath me, splaying it against my stomach. Lifting me up just enough so he can get his fingers inside me more comfortably.
I bite the pillow, forcing myself to relax and let him in.
“That’s good, sweetheart,” he rumbles, slotting in a third finger.
He stretches me for a bit, with deep, languid thrusts.
Still fuzzy from sleep, my mind sort of just drifts, and it’s all sensation—all pressure—the best kind.
Sometimes it does get to be too much, and when it is, we just switch things around. I suck him off instead, or we just kiss. Only once so far did we actually have to stop completely. Whatever works for me in the moment. It’s something we did even on the island, before he even knew about my sensory issues.
He’d just read me, slow down, and change course.
“Ready?” he says.
I nod into the pillow.
Nolan lifts my hips a little higher, I sense him lay down next to me. He has to sort of roll me onto my side, against his chest, so he can get his cock in me this way. But once he’s in, and I’m no longer tensing, bracing, getting accustomed to his intrusion… he rolls me back on my front so I’m laying flat while he fucks me from behind.
He starts off slow and deep, eliciting quiet, whimpering moans from my lips. Leaning down, he bows his head into the pillow next to me, hands planted next to our heads.
“Feel good?” he breathes, nipping at my ear, grinding his dick into me.
