Not wanting to argue, I scoop her up, circle her around the staircase, and lower her onto our mattress. Placing my gun on the dresser, I unbutton my dress shirt, and kneel beside her. Her sleep clothes, yoga pants and cotton top, go first. Then, my mouth waters as she lies all naked before me, eyes dark, and legs spread wide.
“Sugar.” I unbutton my belt, unzip my pants, and struggle with my cuffs.
She waits for a full two seconds before slapping my hands away so she can help free me from my shirt and pants.
Both naked, we kiss as I cup her breast and squeeze until her tip hardens under my palm.
I unlock our lips, pull her hands above her head then kiss every inch from her neck to her nipple. Pinching one, I suck the other while she squirms and moans.
Desire racing through my veins, I slowly finish with the north and head on south past her navel. When I reach the Promised Land, I lift her butt off the bed, throw her legs over my shoulder, and have at her.
Inhaling her musk, my tongue traces around her nub until her flesh swells and her juices flow. Only then do I insert a knuckle and press into her sweet spot.
“Seb.” Her breath hitches, her heels dig into my back, and when she screams and comes, my cock swells but I hold him back from release.
Instead, I turn her onto her hands and knees, place myself at her opening, and sink in. I almost lose my fucking mind as I pull out and in.
Shivering, her inner muscles clamp around me. When she’s all done shaking, I slow down, and lay her on her back. Resting with my elbows beside her ears, I nibble on her ear and tease her opening with my tip while she catches her breath.
Her eyes go wide when I push in to the bone, circle, and grind.Oh yea, sugar, we’ve just started. I’ll take you to heaven all damn night.
Her lids go half-mast but I whisper. “Don’t. I want to see you when you come.”
Tonight, her body belongs to me. I need her to understand the depth of my love, how fucking lost I would be without her. How her getting hurt was like a bullet to my soul.
“Babe.” As I thrust faster, she comes alive.
Our bodies slap together, lubricated by our sweat from the skyrocketing heat. I roll onto my back, for fear I might be too rough on her injuries.
She rides me hard and fast, boobs bouncing in my face.
“Eyes here, tough guy.”
I do as she says, lose my control, and on the brink of heaven, she joins me and we shout our release.
I must’ve been exhausted because I don’t stir until it’s light and the kitten jumps on the bed.
“Reow.” She claws at the comforter and I gently push her off the mattress.
“Too early, Cat.”
“Meow? Meeeeooooowwwwwwwww.”
Sam puts her pillow over her head. “She’s your cat. You have the receipt to prove it. You feed her.”
Grumbling, I throw on a pair of sweats and walk down the staircase. Not convinced I won’t go back to bed, Cat stops and stares until I pour some dry kibble into her bowl and drop it in front of her. “There.”
After taking a sniff, she pads over to the refrigerator and paws at the door. “Meow.”
“What?”
“Meow.”
“This?” I open the door and pick up a can of her wet food.
She pitter-patters back to her station and stares while I spoon a tablespoon into her bowl “You are way too spoiled, know that?”
Purring now, she chows down.
