I woke up a bit groggy from a long but wonderful night of lovemaking. Emma’s side of the bed was empty, so off I went to find her. She was in the yoga room standing by the window, the bright morning sun bathing her beautiful body.

“Hey there,” she said. “What a glorious morning!”

“What a glorious night,” I said. “I’m still tingling.”

“Me too,” she said with a smile. “Come sit here. Let’s put that tingling to good use.”

I sat on the chair, already erect, thinking Emma would seat herself upon me, but she had other ideas. “Your cock looks so lovely in this light,” she said. “Masturbate for me.”

“Really?” I asked, a little surprised and a little embarrassed.

“I masturbate for you all the time,” she said. “This morning I feel like seeing you stroke yourself.”

I could hardly refuse. As Emma said, she’d always been willing to masturbate for me.

I started slow, watching Emma watch me, her eyes locked on my cock. The intensity of her interest added to my arousal. Her lips parted. Her eyes glistened. My hand moved faster. I’d intended to take my time, but the crisis was all but upon me. I closed my eyes and moaned.

A split second before the first spurt, Emma’s hand moved mine away. Her mouth replaced my fist. Jolt after jolt of orgasmic bliss—all in the juicy warmth of Emma’s suck.

It took me a while to catch my breath. “Oh Gosh,” I gasped, “that was so nice of you.”

After a last swallow, Emma said, “It was, but mostly I didn’t want your cum to ruin my newly upholstered chair.”