And that's how you cum in a guy's mouth.

I smiled softly as I turned on my side, resting my hands against the warm breadth of his chest while his arm remained wrapped loosely around my waist.

Even in the stillness of the morning, I was acutely aware of everything around us—the quiet rustle of the linen, the soft ocean breeze filtering through the high windows, and the sheer scent of him. He smelled of citrus and bergamot, a warm, bright fragrance that clung faintly to my own skin. It was an inviting, grounding scent, like a breath of crisp air in an otherwise stifling room, and I found myself...