I woke up with Gabriel’s scent embedded in my being. Inhaling deeply, I opened my eyes and found myself deep under the covers, curled up beside his waist, staring at his beautiful, Adonis, naked body.

Like a Renaissance sculpture, I thought with a smile. It was like Christmas morning and opening a gift you never thought would be for you, but it was. This was my gift, a gift that would keep on giving, that I’d wake up beside every day for the rest of my life, and I had to pinch myself on the arm to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming.

How did I get so lucky? I thought as I gently ran the back of my middle finger up his thigh, just gently enough now to wake him.

Gabriel had morning wood, and I took a moment to simply stare at the massive cock lying against his stomach and pointing up towards his head. It really was a thing of glory. If someone was to make a mold out of it and then start churning out dildos based on his dick, they’d make a fortune. But that wasn’t going to happen. The only person on Earth who was going to have anything to do with Gabriel’s mouth-watering cock was me. And that was that!

A smile came over my lips as I recalled what I’d said to him last night, and I slowly slid my way closer to him and opened my mouth. Gently, I lifted his cock and took it between my lips. As I closed around it, and felt the warmth of his body, I heard him gasp and stir beside me.

“Oh, God…” he whispered from above the sheets. I gripped the base of his cock and pushed more of him into my mouth, taking as much as I could, which still wasn’t even close to all of it. “Baby.”

The sheets lifted up above me and I knew he was looking down at me, but I had a job to do and didn’t look back at him. My other hand went to his balls, and I felt a warm jet of precum spill into my mouth as his body bucked up off the mattress.

“Fuck!” he gasped.

I felt myself smile, his dick still between my lips, relishing in his reaction as I did my best to suck as much of him as I could. It wasn’t easy, but I loved a challenge, and pressed my mouth even deeper until I felt myself gag. I coughed and pulled back, stroking his dick with my hand while I caught my breath. Above me, I heard Gabriel chuckle softly.

“It’s big, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Big?” I replied with a laugh. “That’s one way to say it.”

Before he could reply, I went back down on him. I heard his breath catch in his chest as the pleasure rolled over him again. The taste of his strong precum on my tongue just inspired me more, and I grasped the base of his cock, the part that couldn’t fit in my mouth, and used my thumb and forefinger to stroke it up and down as I sucked.

My own cock was getting hard, but this wasn’t about me and I didn’t want anything for myself—not now. I wanted to pleasure my mate and show him how devoted I was willing to be. Besides, giving him pleasure gave me pleasure, and that’s how I knew for one-hundred-percent certainty that he and I were sharing something real.

“That’s so good,” he told me. “But here, do this.”

He took my free hand and slid it to his balls, which were warm and loose, hanging between his legs. He showed me what to do, positioning my fingers gently so I was using only the fingertips to caress them. Slowly, I felt them begin to tense up and his cock swell to that point of no return.

I moaned in a questioning way to him in anticipation of what was about to happen. He groaned back. “I’m close.”

I sped up, closing my lips tighter and moving faster up and down his shaft as more precum dripped into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, yearning for the explosion that would fill my mouth with his sweetness, proving I’d done a good job at pleasuring him. And as I felt his body tense up, I slowed and took as much of him into my mouth as I could.

When he came, he came hard, shooting a massive shot of cum into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and tongue and I swallowed instantly, taking it all as he continued to pump his strong alpha seed into me.

“I’m coming!” he roared, gripping the mattress with one hand and the back of my head with the other, holding me down firmly, but not forcing me beyond what I could handle. I wished I could get more of him down my throat, but I knew I would eventually. I’d try and I’d try and I’d try until my nose was touching his belly, and I’d watch his eyes roll back in his head from the pleasure.

More cum sprayed down my throat until finally it began to slow, dripping onto my tongue as his body relaxed as he came down from his orgasm. “Jesus Christ, baby…” he muttered as I slowly raised my head up from his cock and let it fall from my lips, shining with my spit and his cum. His balls relaxed in my hand and I kissed him gently just where his leg met his body, causing him to shiver.

“That tickles!” he laughed, grasping me under the arms and pulling me up to him. Again, he kissed me, not caring that I’d just swallowed his cum, pressing his tongue deeply into my mouth. I kissed him back, inhaling his scent deeply.

How could it get any better than this? I thought as I laid my head against his chest and felt his heartbeat, which was pounding from the orgasm.

“You really weren’t joking about that morning head,” he chuckled.

“Would I joke about something so serious?” I countered. We both laughed.

“Well, now it’s time for me to do something for you,” he told me.

“Oh, baby, that’s okay,” I replied. “I wanted to service you, so I did.”

“I don’t mean that,” he told me, swinging his legs out of bed and stretching his arms above his head in a way that gave me a full view of his gorgeous, magazine-cover body. He leaned down and pulled on a pair of white boxer briefs.

“Do you have to?” I teased. He turned around, looked down at them, back at me and shrugged, letting them fall back to the floor.

“Well, I’ve never cooked in the nude before,” he smiled. “Eggs and bacon okay with you?”

“Sounds divine,” I moaned, twisting around lazily in bed.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” he told me with a sexy wink. “Take your time, babe.”

My eyes were on his sculpted ass as he walked out of the room. It was like two perfect pieces of muscle, firm, with just enough jiggle to them as he moved. It made my mouth water, and I found myself wondering what he was thinking when he looked at mine from behind when he was fucking me.

He loves it, silly! I told myself, then smiled to myself like a goofball.

I got up, slid into my clothes and made my way to the kitchen where my mate was standing, completely naked, spooning eggs and bacon onto two plates.

“Orange juice?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” I replied as I slid myself into one of the two chairs at a small table that sat between the kitchen and living room in a tiny little dining nook. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, but it was still massive, and swung between his legs like an anaconda as he walked the plates over to the table and set them down.

“You should have let me cook for you,” I told him as I shoveled eggs into my face.

“There’s plenty of time for that,” he replied. “Besides, you already did your work for this morning.”

We ate together like a genuine couple, sipping orange juice and crunching bacon between our teeth while the day’s first sun beat its slanted rays through the windows. We didn’t speak for a while. Instead, we just sat there looking at each other. I think both of us were still getting used to what was happening and taking in the moment. So much had changed in such little time.

“You know,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “You should probably take me back to my place so I can get my things. That is…if you’re okay with me staying with you.”

“No, no, I don’t think so,” he countered, a sly smile on his face. “I mean—last night was fun, but you moving in? I don’t know about that.”

“Hey!” I shouted, leaping from my chair and diving into his arms. He grabbed me easily and held me close as I nuzzled into his neck. “Don’t you even joke about that!”

“Don’t be silly,” he laughed. “You know I could never let you go. Not ever.”