Morning Inferno

Chapter 1: Slow Burn to Blaze

The sun hadn’t even fully crested the horizon when I, Jack, stirred awake next to Jenn, my firecracker of a wife. A long, grueling week of work had left us both drained, but this Saturday morning held a different kind of energy—raw, electric, and hungry. The sheets clung to her curves as she lay on her side, her dark hair spilling over the pillow like a cascade of midnight. I traced a finger along the dip of her waist, feeling the heat of her skin even through the thin fabric of her tank top.

‘Morning, stud,’ she murmured without opening her eyes, her voice a sultry rasp that shot straight to my groin. ‘You gonna just stare, or are you gonna do something about that hard-on I can feel pressing against my ass?’

I chuckled, low and rough, shifting closer so she could feel exactly how hard I was. ‘Oh, I’ve got plans, babe. But I’m curious—how do you plan to handle me this morning? You’ve been barking orders at work all week. Think you can take charge here too?’

Jenn’s eyes snapped open, a wicked glint sparking in their hazel depths as she rolled over to face me. ‘Jack, sweetheart, I don’t just take charge—I fucking dominate. You think I’m gonna let you call the shots when I’ve been dying to ride that cock of yours all week?’ She propped herself on an elbow, her gaze raking over me like I was a feast she’d been starving for. ‘Question is, can you keep up?’

‘Try me,’ I shot back, my voice a challenge as I gripped her hip, pulling her flush against me. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down, her nails digging into my shoulder with just enough bite to make me growl.

‘Oh, I will,’ she purred, her lips curling into a smirk. ‘But first, I want that smart mouth of yours somewhere else. You’ve got some serious pussy-eating to do before I even think about letting you inside me.’

Her words lit a fire in my gut, and I didn’t waste a second. I shoved the sheets aside, my hands sliding under her tank top to grip her bare skin as I kissed my way down her stomach. She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me with a confidence that made me even harder. ‘That’s it, Jack. Show me how much you’ve missed tasting me,’ she taunted, her voice dripping with command.

I grinned against her skin, my breath hot as I reached the edge of her panties. ‘Babe, I’m gonna make you so wet, you’ll be begging for more.’ I hooked my fingers under the fabric, peeling it away to reveal her already glistening pussy. My mouth watered, and I could feel my own pulse pounding as I prepared to dive in, her scent driving me wild.

Jenn’s grip tightened in my hair, her hips lifting with impatience. ‘Less talk, more tongue,’ she snapped, her tone sharp but laced with a desperate edge that told me she was just as horny as I was. I didn’t need another invitation. My lips were inches from her, my breath teasing her sensitive skin, when I felt her tremble beneath me—a preview of the explosion to come.

And damn, was I ready to make her come undone.