"Mm..." Luke slowly stirred in his sleep, his body feeling far lighter than before.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his favorite person looking back at him.

"How do you feel?" Monica asked warmly, her voice hushed.

The room was dark. Maybe evening had already fallen, and beneath the dim light, her eyes looked even more beautiful and calming.

"Much better," he replied groggily, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "How long was I asleep?"

"Not that long," Monica answered softly. "You can sleep more if you want."

Luke shook his head. "No...but I would like to hold you a little longer."

As he spoke, he wrapped an arm around her back and gently pulled her closer.

Monica let out a quiet sigh of relief once her face rested against his chest, her body surrounded by his warmth.

He felt much better now...more like himself again.

She still didn’t know what exactly had happened earlier, but when Luke returned home, he had seemed lost, as though something had been torn away from him. He looked anxious and deathly calm at the same time.

It disturbed Monica deeply. The worry had lingered in her heart until the moment he woke up looking healthier and at peace again.

"Won’t you ask me what happened?" Luke finally asked in a soft voice.

"If it’s something you feel I should know, you would have told me."

Luke let out a quiet sigh. "And...doesn’t that bother you? Me not sharing everything with you?"

Monica slowly lifted her gaze to meet his eyes before murmuring softly, "I would only be upset if your burdens became unbearable, yet you still didn’t think of sharing them with me."

Luke sighed before leaning closer and planting his forehead against hers, "Okay, I promise I won’t handle too much on my own."

Monica hummed in contentment before silence befell the room.

Just then, Monica slowly moved her leg and asked, "By the way, Dear..." She slid her hand down and took a hold of Luke’s bulge over his pants, "Can you tell me what this is?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Her touch made him groan before he said, "You can’t blame me for getting all worked up when I am cuddling with such a beautiful woman."

Monica’s cheeks turned crimson hearing his words before she said, "Well...you won’t be able to go out like this or other would notice..."

Just then, she slid down his legs and straddled him.

Taking a hold of her hair, she first tied her long hair in a bun.

Luke rested his head on his arm and enjoyed the view.

His sexy mate wearing a low cut dress that, because being disheveled, offered a generous exposure of cleavage.

The sight of her blushing cheeks and eagerness alongside that hot body had his cock twitching.

Monica’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down with a slow pull.

Luke lifted his bottom to help her as the fabric slid over his hips, freeing his throbbing cock, which sprang up hot and heavy against his abdomen.

It stood tall and rigid, the thick shaft pulsing with need, veins prominent along its impressive length, the swollen head already glistening with a bead of precum at the tip.

She paused, eyes wide with open admiration, her breath catching in her throat. "God, Luke...I feel it keeps growing every time," she whispered, almost reverently.

Her gaze traced every inch of him, from the flushed base nestled in dark curls to the smooth, engorged crown. A fresh wave of heat pooled between her thighs at the sight.

Leaning forward, Monica let her long lashes flutter as she rolled her tongue out slowly.

A thick, warm strand of saliva dripped from the pink tip of her tongue, landing right on the head of his cock, making him sigh at the sight.

It slid down the shaft in a glossy trail, making his length shine under the dim light.

Her soft hands wrapped around him then, one stacking over the other to cover his impressive girth.

She started stroking him back and forth with a smooth, unhurried rhythm.

Her fingers squeezed gently on the upstroke, twisting lightly at the head before gliding back down, spreading her warm spit all over his hot skin.

The slick, obscene sounds of her palms working his wet cock filled the quiet room—schlick, schlick—mixing with Luke’s low groans.

Monica’s breathing grew heavier, warm puffs of air brushing over his sensitive tip with every exhale. Her full breasts swayed hypnotically inside the low-cut dress as she moved, the soft mounds jiggling with each pump of her arms.

The fabric had slipped even lower now, barely containing her hardened nipples that strained visibly against the material.

She shifted her hips on his thighs, unconsciously grinding her own aching heat against him while she focused entirely on pleasuring his cock.

"Fuck, that feels incredible," Luke breathed, his free hand reaching down to thread through her hair, careful not to disturb the bun she’d tied.

His fingers tightened slightly as her pace quickened, her thumbs circling the sensitive underside of his head on every upward stroke, smearing more of her saliva and his leaking precum together into a slippery mess.

She looked up at him through hooded eyes, lips parted, cheeks still flushed a deep pink. "Don’t hold back," she murmured, her voice husky with arousal.

Monica leaned down further, her warm breath ghosting over his slick cock before her soft, plump lips parted and enveloped the swollen head.

She took him in slowly, her tongue immediately swirling around the sensitive tip in wet, teasing circles, lapping up the mix of her saliva and his precum with hungry little moans that vibrated straight through his shaft.

"Mmm..." The sound hummed from deep in her throat as she sank lower, taking more of his thick length into the tight heat of her mouth.

Her hands kept working the base she couldn’t fit yet—stroking firmly up and down in perfect rhythm with her bobbing head, twisting and squeezing just right.

Wet, filthy sucking noises filled the room as her lips stretched wide around his girth, saliva dripping down his shaft and over her fingers.

Her heavy breasts swayed and bounced freely inside the loose dress with every movement, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly.

The neckline had slipped so low that one nipple nearly peeked out, hard and flushed. Luke could feel the warm weight of her tits occasionally brushing against his thighs as she worked him deeper.

"Fuck, Monica... your mouth feels so good," he groaned, hips twitching upward instinctively.

She responded by relaxing her throat and pushing further, taking him even deeper until her nose brushed his pelvis.

Her tongue pressed flat and slid along the underside of his cock on every upward pull, flicking teasingly against the frenulum before she dove back down.

Her hands pumped the lower half faster now, slick and noisy, while her head moved in short, sloppy bobs—sucking hard, cheeks hollowing with each pull.

The sight of her like this—pretty face flushed, lips stretched obscenely around his throbbing cock, tits swaying, eyes watering slightly with effort—was too much. Luke’s hand tightened in her hair as his hips started thrusting up to meet her mouth.

"Shit—I’m close," he warned, voice rough.

Monica moaned encouragingly around him, sucking harder, her tongue never stopping its lewd swirls. A few more desperate upward thrusts from Luke and he broke.

His cock pulsed violently between her lips as thick ropes of hot cum flooded her mouth. She kept sucking gently through it all, milking every spurt with her hands and tongue, swallowing around him with wet, eager gulps.

A few drops escaped the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin as she looked up at him with hazy, satisfied eyes.

Luke’s body shuddered hard, a deep groan tearing from his chest while he emptied himself completely into her warm, welcoming mouth.

Now this...definitely comforted him.