Suddenly, she mutters in her sleep. “Hhmm, no, silly.”
I freeze at those words. Is she saying no to this?
“Bring the cake.”
A soft laugh escapes me. No, she’s not saying no to this, she’s clearly dreaming again, and about cake. I wonder what part ofher brain combines the sensation of a man’s cock inside her with cake. Is it because they both bring her pleasure?
I have to shift my position slightly, my pelvis pressing against her ass. She lets out a little whimper again and her back arches, driving me deeper. I hold back a groan of my own and pinch her nipple tighter, but not enough to hurt.
Can I make her come without waking her up?
I want to try.
Carefully, I slide my hand down from her breast to her pussy. I part her folds, finding her swollen little clit. I stroke it with a feather light pressure at first, and as she squirms and responds, I build the tempo.
I keep my hips motionless. Hell, I don’t need to pound into her with her squirming against me. The way, every now and again, her pussy tightens around me is enough.
Totally focusing on it all, deeply lost in this moment, I sense both our orgasms approaching. She’s so wet, it drips down my cock, and I bite back a groan.
My balls ache and when she moves back, nudging against them, I have the sudden urge to have her suck them one day. What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from?
That thought, the idea of her sucking my balls, drooling, licking them, as I fuck my fist, makes my ass muscles clench in anticipation.
Desperate now, I strum her clit faster. I move just a little, no longer able to bear not having the friction.
“Oh,” she says with a surprised moan. “What the?—?”
She’s awake now, I realize. But I think she’s just woken up as her orgasm is about to hit. I don’t stop. I sink my teeth into her shoulder and give in, pumping into her hard while I play with her clit.
“Oh, my God. Roman.” She spasms around me, coming hard. “Shit. Oh, oh, oh.” She’s grinding against me, just muttering those breathy ohs of surprise over and over.
It’s enough to make me lose it, too. Pleasure takes me in its grip and rushes through me in a hedonistic flurry. My cock thickens and pulses, and I grunt as I jam deep, coming hard. I empty myself, filling her with my energy, giving her all I have.
Breathing hard, my heart rate finally slowing, I sag against the pillows.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
I recall what she’d said about free use, but… I feel as if I’ve done something wrong.
She doesn’t answer me for a long moment and my heart contracts. Shit, have I gone too far?
Then she gives a soft, mumbled, “Sss’okay,” and relaxes against me, her breathing deepening, until it’s in a regular rhythm.
Did she just come and fall back asleep?
I realize what a stressful day it’s been for her. I bet she’s exhausted.
I’m still deep inside her, and although I’m softening, I don’t pull out.
Instead, I get closer to her, until my stomach is right up against her ass, and with my cock still in her, I drift off.
CHAPTER 5
Malachi
The sun streamsthrough the small window in the kitchen, and I glance outside. The morning dawned brightly. If only it could lift my mood.
Cain has had to contact his father again to get the okay for us to take the armed guards out of Verona Falls and to wherever the hell the location of the cult is. He hasn’t managed to get through to him yet, so he’s waiting on a call back, and Cain doesn’t like waiting, or anything to do with his father. He’s acting like his skin is too tight and he wants to crawl out of it, so he’s gone for a run. Truthfully, I don’t blame him, and I don’t think his stress is caused purely because of his dislike of his dad because I feel the same way. Everywhere I go in my own fucking space, I feel eyes on me. Judgmental, concerned eyes, watching out of a pale face. A face that I’m beginning to really dislike.
