Chapter 243: A Very Good Morning

Runze’s POV

I wake up already hard and dripping.

Pleasure is rolling through me in thick, heavy waves before my eyes even open.

A broken sound climbs my throat while my fingers twist hard into the bedsheets, and for a second I don’t understand why my body is shaking like this until I look down.

Bael’s dark head is buried between my thighs. His hands hold me open, and his mouth is right on my hole. His tongue pushes inside slow and deep, licking into me like he has been at it for a while and has no plans to stop anytime soon.

The shock hits almost as hard as the pleasure.

This is not a normal morning.

No one wakes up getting tongue-fucked like this, yet here I am, already wet and open under his mouth while my cock jumps against my stomach and precome smears across my skin.

I guess this is what happens when I trick him into reading a bedtime story instead of letting him have his way last night.

He has been doing this long enough that my body is already responding without my permission. He sucks at the rim, then presses his tongue in again and again, wet and thorough.

When another moan slips out of me, his hands tighten on my thighs, but he does not look up.

His head stays down there, completely focused, like the only thing that exists in the world is the way I open for him.

"Bael—" My voice comes out rough and unsteady.

He only hums against my skin, the deep vibration sinking straight through me. Then he pulls back just enough to kiss the soft skin of my inner thigh, and this time he looks up.

His eyes meet mine, dark and hungry, the kind of look that says he wants to eat me alive—and he already is. A slow, dangerous smile curves his wet mouth.

"Morning, baby."

Then he dives right back down.

His tongue pushes into my hole again with slow, wet strokes, fucking me open, and the pleasure is steady and deep. My hips try to push up against his face while he holds me still, patient, deciding every second of it.

I stop fighting it and just take it.

The wet sounds of his mouth fill the quiet room, spit and slick mixing as he sucks at my entrance then presses deeper. My fingers find his hair and hold on tight, not pulling him away—never pulling him away.

Every lick sends another warm wave through me. My cock jumps and leaks against my stomach, my thighs starting to tremble against his cheeks.

When he finally moves up, he settles between my thighs, his cock heavy and hard against my hip. He lines himself up while looking straight into my eyes.

He pushes in slow. The thick head stretches me open, and the sudden fullness hits so deep that helpless sounds start spilling out of me again.

That is when Bael leans close, his hot breath hitting my ear:

"Keep it down. I don’t want to wake the baby."

My eyes are already rolling back from how full I feel, every inch of him sliding deeper inside me.

In my head, I think about what complete nonsense he is talking about. The baby is definitely already awake.

But I cannot get the words out because he keeps pressing forward, filling me until there is no room left for anything else, only the hot stretch of his cock and the way it forces those embarrassing noises from my throat.

He sinks all the way in, hips flush against mine. For a second he just stays there, buried deep, letting me feel every thick inch.

Then he pulls back a little, slow and deliberate, before slamming back in. The sudden thrust knocks the air right out of my lungs.

"Nngh!"

My mouth falls open on a broken moan, my fingers digging into his skin as the pleasure hits so sharp my toes curl hard against the sheets.

He kisses my neck, soft and lingering, then keeps going. His hips roll in steady, heavy thrusts that drag over every sensitive spot inside me, and pleasure stacks on top of pleasure until I am shaking under him.

He tries to keep his thrusts measured, I can feel the effort in the way his hips hesitate for half a second, but his control keeps slipping.

Each time he draws out and drives back in, the rhythm grows rougher and deeper.

Knowing that I am the reason his control is cracking makes something warm and smug curl in my chest.

I don’t want gentle right now anyway. I push back to meet him, chasing more, wanting more, and he gives it to me without holding back.

Without pulling out, he shifts us, rolling so that he ends up behind me on the bed. One strong arm slides under my top thigh, lifting it and opening me wider.

The new angle lets him sink even deeper. When he starts thrusting again, the loud, wet sound of his cock sliding in and out fills the dark bedroom.

He licks the shell of my ear, bites down gently, then kisses along my jaw while his hips keep moving, steady and hard against my back.

I turn my head to look at him, and he catches my mouth at once, kissing me deep and hungry without ever slowing down the way he fucks me.

Every thrust punches soft moans into his mouth, and I cannot stop them. My cock is leaking steadily onto the sheets, already so close, the heat building fast and sharp with every deep slide.

Bael’s control finally snaps completely.

His thrusts turn rough, his breath coming in hot hitches against my cheek. The base of his cock starts to swell, and he curses low under his breath against my lips.

"Fuck, Runze—"

The knot pushes past my rim and locks us together with a heavy, stretching pressure that makes my whole body shake from the inside out.

The knot grows fast, locking us tight and stretching me wider than before. The sudden, intense fullness tears a broken sob from me as tears prick at the corners of my eyes from pure, overwhelmed pleasure.

I clench hard around him, and he hisses in pleasure, his hips jerking once more as he comes deep inside me, filling me up completely.

I follow right after, spilling onto the sheets while his name runs silent through my mind.

"Mmph... B—Bael, argh..!" I cry out, my body trembling and squeezing around his thick knot while the waves wash over us.

Bael does not stop kissing me even after it finishes. He presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to my lips, one hand still holding my thigh up while the other holds my face in place, keeping us locked together as the knot pulses and holds.

For long minutes, neither of us moves. He stays buried to the hilt, breathing heavy against my neck and kissing me slow between breaths. Only when the knot finally begins to soften does the quiet morning settle in around us.

He slowly slides out, slick and heavy, and I let out a long breath as my body tries to close back up.

Bael kisses my closed eyes, then the side of my neck, breathing me in deep.

He exhales against my skin, soft and satisfied. "Ahhh... that felt so good, Runze."

He pulls back just enough to look at me. My heart starts beating faster under that dark gaze. I smile, small and tired and completely full.

"...Yeah. It’s a good morning." I lift one hand, my fingers tracing his cheeks.

Bael chuckles, low and warm, turning his head to kiss the inside of my wrist.

"Yes. A very good morning."

He caresses my hair and rests his forehead against mine. We lie together on our sides, our face to face, our breaths matching in the dim light.

His large hand moves down to rest flat over my stomach, checking on the baby, his thumb rubbing small circles against my skin.

Then my stomach growls. It is quiet, but completely clear in the still room.

Bael looks down at my stomach, then back up at my face, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

"Hungry? Already, Runze? I didn’t feed you enough just now? You want—"

"Food," I cut in quickly, my face heating up as I try to hide my blush against his chest. "I... I’m not the one who is hungry."

"Oh?" Bael asks, his voice full of amusement as his hand pats my stomach gently. "So who is it?"

"The baby," I murmur into his skin. "The baby is craving soft tofu soup... with century egg."

Bael lets out a real, soft laugh that vibrates through his chest. He holds me close for a second longer, then leans in and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, and both of my cheeks before resting his forehead against mine again.

"Hmn," he says, his voice fond and warm. "I believe you."