Chapter 558

Life with Sabrina, and no Gemma, was going to feel wrong but it wasn’t going to suck. You still had each other.

Well, to be fair, it wasn’t going to suck but there would be sucking

Your petite girlfriend woke you up with a blowjob.

“Morning, baby,” she grinned once she’d drawn your orgasm out and swallowed it down.

“Good morning, beautiful,” you said, reaching down and running your fingers through her hair as you gazed into her eyes. She was grinning impishly, her hand still holding your cock as it slowly deflated, but she let go and scooted out from under the bed sheet and rolled to the edge of the bed.

“Lemme brush my teeth so I can kiss you without cum breath,” she said, hopping to her feet and heading for the bathroom, her cute little ass wiggling as she walked. “And don’t forget to text Gemma.”

The two of you had been awake long enough last night to catch Gemma’s text letting you know she’d finished the first leg of her journey and started her brief layover in LA. She didn’t have time to head out of the airport to go see any sights, but she was keeping her eyes open for any celebrity sightings. Her next leg was another layover in Hawai’i, which was going to be about 6 hours, which meant she’d be landing pretty much as you needed to wake up.

You could hear Sabrina brushing her teeth and smiled to yourself as you stretched and then grabbed your phone.

‘Good morning, love,’ you sent Gemma. ‘I hope you got some sleep on your flight. Miss you so fucking much.’

You sent it off and then took a picture of yourself snuggling the pillow she’d generally used while staying at Sabrina’s, frowning goofily with a big pout of your lower lip.

Sabrina came back out of the bathroom as you were getting up, her nudity making you groan softly. She was slender and sleek, her breasts cute, her butt even cuter, and her smile dazzling. Your girlfriend came right up to you, pressing her naked body to yours, and you leaned down to kiss her sweetly - and, because it was her, it turned sultry as she fed you some freshly minty tongue.

“Good morning,” you mumbled between kisses.

Her hand snaked between the two of you, fondling your cock, which you guessed was fair play because one of your hands had travelled down to grab her ass.

“We don’t have time,” Sabrina grumbled, almost a whine. No, it was definitely a whine. “I should have just climbed on instead of blowing you.”

“I enjoyed the blowjob a lot,” you sighed, pulling away. “But you didn’t get yours. Then again, Gemma did tell me to keep you on your toes and not give you everything you want.”

“I do not think she meant no morning fucking,” Sabrina said sternly.

You snorted and leaned down again, giving her one more quick peck. “I love you, Sabrina.”

“I love you too, John,” she said, giving your cock a final squeeze before letting go. The two of you quickly got dressed - for once there wasn’t a major need for a shower because you hadn’t had sex the night before. She really had cried her eyes out, and you’d shed more than a few tears yourself, as you both mourned the separation from Gemma. You’d felt a little awkward doing that, not used to letting your emotions pour out like that - ‘dude shit,’ Sabrina had called it, and had given you a brief lecture on how it was important for you to be able to express emotions like grief healthily because it would let you feel better in the long run, and faster. The fact that she quoted her Psych 203 professor and presented it as academically backed helped you accept it.