Lily had never taken notice how pale her boyfriend was until she saw how well his bare skin blended with his bed sheets. She was sure there were people out there who joked about them being both being culturally aware white people but this took the cake. With the morning light sneakily streaming through the blinds, his skin was pressed up against the white sheets matching the colour impressively. Her fingers danced lazily over the exposed skin on his chest. It was rare, but she didn't need a nap like him which granted her the time to play with him. Her eyes darted from his chest to Armie's sleeping face. She didn't want to wake him and yet found her hand had made its way to his arm and to his face, exploring each dip and line possible. Her fingers started to trace his jaw line and cheekbones, around the sockets of his eyes and over his cheeks, tip-toeing their way to his lips. Lily leaned in and pressed a light kiss between those notorious lips, and rested there for more than she cared to admit.

It was always him. He was the one that made her feel comfortable enough to tell him anything, the one that she was constantly saving her jokes to, and of course, the one whose approval mattered most. He was also the one who teased her and explored her with his tongue. She started to feel light-headed and distracted, unable to stop thinking about him and what she wanted to do so badly to him, trying to return the favour. She should've been better at some self control, instead she found herself pressing her body harder against him but not hard enough to wake him up. Yet. Lily realised if she wanted those thoughts out of her mind, she definitely had to do something to satisfy them.

Her delicate hands had a life of their own and took a peek under the covers, finding the one thing she wanted to see most. The skin was swollen, blossoming pink near the tip from the rush of excitement through his hardening cock. She bucked up the courage, slowly going down to get a better look at the view. The thin material of his boxers were easy to navigate, her hand slipping underneath the material to pull back the gap found there. Deep in sleep, it was clear his dreams were sweet when Lily's curious fingers found him semi-hard and ready for her attention. With a slip of the material, his thickening cock was warm in her hand and a delight to her eyes. She felt the familiar twist of arousal in her belly, heat between her thighs as her thumb stroked lightly over the underside, fingertips teasing over the exposed head of him. Her touch was gentle at first, teasing. Partially for her own benefit as she indulged in the feel of him in her palm. He grew with every touch and soon enough her thumb and forefinger were circling the base, firm but not too firm, as she began to stroke. He was already so hot and heavy in her hand that Lily couldn't deny her own excitement. And he really did have the most impressive cock. The steadiness of her stroking clearly seemed to be working.

Pleasing Armie was always intriguing her; witnessing the way his face would twist up, the hard unconfined groans that she would hear from time to time, his fingers running through her hair, the way he didn't apologise for thrusting himself deeper in her mouth. The vulnerability in himself in those moments were her driving force. She started at the bottom leaving a trail of plushy kisses along the way, slowly reaching the tip, her mouth warm and wet against his skin, while her opened mouth kisses gained the exact reaction she yearned for. She swirled her tongue around the tip, achingly slowly until she felt the need to give a little flick to the slit. Her tongue light and quick over the curved tip until her soft lips enveloped him. Sloppy in nature, she sucked ever so briefly, her goal to leave a trail of wetness behind. Tilting her head to change the angle, Lily's mouth worked over his length, leaving messy open-mouthed kisses in her wake. Soon enough he glistened in her hand, wet with her saliva and the tiniest drop of precum sitting temptingly. She swooped her tongue over him once more before her lips wrapped around him again, this time sliding further than before, taking an inch or so into the velvety softness of her eager mouth.

There was a moment of uncertainty before she took his cock into her mouth, she wanted to work him out. Back and forth, up and down, and repeat until her nose was flush against his skin. Taking him inch by further inch, a soft moan escaped from Lily's full mouth, drowned out by just how far she had taken him in. Her tongue danced over his skin, her lips tightening around him as his hips jerked and his cock twitched against her tongue in response to such methodical movements. She was so incredibly full of him and it made her delirious with desire.