She was hot pink and glistening for me, sliding and grinding on my cock with her eyes hooded and face flushed. Biting on her bottom lip, she pulled me in and dragged me out of her tightening walls, leaving behind a wetter trail each time. My cock throbbed and she felt it, moaning as she arched back and gripped my thighs, her shirt dropping to her wrists and waist.
She raised her hips for a moment to readjust, putting herself on display, before she took me back in with ease.
I brought my thumb to her clit and her hips jerked when I stroked the hardened bud. She covered her mouth to keep from crying out again. When I pressed a little firmer, her hips rocked forward, grinding deeper. Harder. My cock was aching for release.
“I’m gonna cum," I breathed, holding on to her a little tighter.
She swirled her hips in answer, moaning before she touched herself. Her eyebrows were pinched as she whimpered and fucked me until we saw stars. Then she clenched tightly, her hips bucking when a moan caught in her throat and she shuddered.
I came hard, pulsing four or five times as she slowed her rhythm, gently moving her hips in tired curiosity while her legs visibly shook.
I pushed myself off the mattress, my own muscles trembling as I brought my hand to her back. She dropped her head against my shoulder, exhausted but content.
We were like that for several minutes, her legs wrapped around me as I lifted her shirt back up to her shoulders. When the quaking in her legs subsided, I lay her down and wiped us clean with my shirt. Her first. She hummed softly at the feeling, her hips slowly writhing beneath my touch.
She closed her eyes when I pressed a kiss on her inner thigh. I let it linger, breathed her in, and peppered more slow kisses onto her skin.
“We should shower,” she said tiredly, looking down at me through half-closed eyes.
I smiled against her thigh. "Five more minutes."
She huffed a laugh and closed her eyes again, smiling faintly. Her shirt remained unbuttoned, save for the few at the bottom, but she hadn’t bothered to cover herself. Completely comfortable in her own skin.
I shifted my weight to my forearms, keeping my eyes on her as I crawled up between her legs. She didn’t open her eyes as I wrapped my arms beneath her and lay my head on her chest. Instead, she combed her fingers lightly through my hair and down to my shoulder blades, drawing swirls with her fingernails across my skin as I fell asleep listening to her heart.
Chapter 60
Lily
Work could wait .
Sinking down under the covers, I smiled pleasantly to myself.
I called the office to let them know I was running late. The reason? A pair of strong, heavy arms were wrapped around my naked waist keeping me from leaving the bed. Of course, I didn’t mention that detail to Candice.
I rubbed my hand down Dean’s forearm and curled my fingers around the back of his hand. Pulling it up to my chest, holding it against me, as we welcomed the morning.
Dean brought himself closer — as close as he could get with his chest against my back already. He was still asleep, his breathing soft and heavy and warming my skin.
Work could definitely wait.
But the rest of the world couldn’t.
One of the problems with my bedroom door sitting right near the kitchen was that I could hear almost everything that happened on the other side of it. Including the muffled conversation between Kira and Aiden as they made breakfast. His tone was a little louder while hers was a soft whisper followed by a gentle shoosh as she reminded him Dean and I were still in bed.
There was a very subtle thud — a drawer closing — followed by silence. And then the rattle of the pipes as one of them used the kitchen sink.
I peered over my shoulder to watch the door as if that could help me hear them better.
Dean’s arm remained across my body, his face now in the crook of my neck as he breathed in.
“What is it?” he murmured sleepily against my shoulder.
“Aiden and Kira are up.” The couple in question were talking again. Their conversation was quiet and light-hearted.
So why am I worried?
“Did you want breakfast?” I asked.
