"Aren't you gonna answer that?" Jonathan nudged Trinity towards her phone.


"Nope. I'm gonna take advantage of all the time I have with you." She smiled innocently, her fingers moving to the waistband of his boxers underneath the covers.


"I like this idea." He smiled brightly, gently kissing her.


Trinity slid her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and Jonathan kicked off the covers as he sat up. "Take me to paradise, mon amour." He smiled once again, his French accent becoming more prominent.


Trinity took off his boxers, throwing them to the side, taking a moment to admire of naked body of her fiancé. He had muscles everywhere. She got snapped out of her trance by Jonathan's long fingers guiding her head towards his growing erection.


She wrapped her lips around his dick, going slow at first. She kept eye contact with him and started bobbing her head up and down on him. He gave out a low moan, and put a hand on the back of her head to encourage her to pick up the pace. Still going at a slow pace, Jonathan was losing it. "Baby, stop teasing me!" He moaned, his hips thrusting up slightly.


Trinity did as she was told, she started sucking him faster, deep-throating him a little.


"Mon Amour, stop! I-I'm gonna come!" Jonathan said, knowing that Trinity wasn't a huge fan of swallowing.


"It's fine, go ahead, baby." Her eyes showed something... was that excitement Jonathan saw in her eyes?!


She placed her mouth back on him, this time fully deep throating him. Jonathan's hips thrust up again, and again, trying to get the most out of it he could. With a loud moan he released his load into her mouth, watching her swallow with a smile.


"Can I be woken up like that every morning?" Jonathan asked in a seductive manner, falling back onto the pillows on the bed.


"We'll see." Trinity smiled in return, cuddling up next to him, feeling his strong arms wrap around her in a loving embrace.


As soon as they got comfortable again, the dreaded ringtone of Trinity's phone filled the air.


"Who is it now?" Jomathan groaned, clearly pissed.


"It's Will..." She spoke slowly, knowing that Jonathan didn't like how close she was with the Swedish forward.


"Leave it be. Anyways, it's my turn now to please you."

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