EMBER'S POV
Knox's tongue is inside me before my brain comes online.
I'm floating somewhere between a really good dream and an even better reality, my thighs already spread, my hips already rolling toward heat and pressure and wet, relentless strokes that have no business feeling this good this early.
A sound escapes me—something between a moan and a confused whimper—and I hear him chuckle against my p***y like he's been waiting for exactly that reaction.
"There she is." His voice is a rough morning pitch, muffled against my folds. "Thought you were going to sleep through the best part."
"Wha—" My fingers find his hair before my eyes find the ceiling. "Knox, what are you—oh god—"
He sucks my c**t into his mouth and my question dissolves into a gasp that's probably embarrassingly loud
