White hair spilling while I suck him awake

I woke up aching for him after last night's tease, my body still humming with need on our sunlit bed. His cock was already hard against my thigh, begging for attention, and I couldn't wait another second—I slid down, my white hair spilling over his skin as I wrapped my lips around his throbbing head, tasting the salt of his desire. From above, he watches me work him deeper, my eyes locked on his with desperate hunger. I bob slowly at first, then faster, my tongue swirling as I moan around his length, feeling him twitch in my mouth. Every suck pulls me closer to owning this moment, needy for his release to flood my throat.