"Most men lack vision." His hand slides down to cup my ass, squeezing once. "I prefer to start my mornings with purpose."
"And your purpose this morning was...?"
"Making you come before you could overthink it." He tilts his head, pretending to consider. "Making you forget your own name. Making you make that sound you made when I—"
I clap my hand over his mouth. "I did not make a sound."
He licks my palm.
"Gross!" I yank my hand back, laughing, and he uses the distraction to roll us, pinning me beneath him with absolutely no effort.
His weight settles between my thighs and I can feel him hard against me, gloriously thick, and my body responds immediately despite the orgasm still tingling through my system.
"You made a sound," he says, grinning down at me. "Several sounds. I'm conside
