“Just…I love you,” I say.
He sighs deeply and kisses my forehead. “I love you, too.”
forty-two
Back to the Grind
Irouse to the sensation of the deep, delicious ache of a good fucking. There’s heat behind me and I wiggle, sneaking closer to him. His arm tightens across my stomach and he cups me between the legs. I gasp as he pulls my ass firmly against his groin. He groans into my hair, a sleepy thing that doesn’t sound quite conscious.
“What time is it?” I murmur.
“Too early,” he replies.
“Too early for this?” I ask, wiggling against him.
His other arm wraps across my chest and cups my naked breast under the blanket, and suddenly I realize we’re in my room.
“When did we get here?”
“You mumbled something about opening the shop in the morning, so I thought it best we sleep in your realm.”
His fingers skate across my nipple lazily, bringing it to a stiff peak. I sigh and grind myself back against his lap. The weight of his hand on my sore pussy provides the kind of pressure I need. I rotate back and forth, rubbing my ass against his cock and then grinding down onto his hand.
“We have to be quiet,” I whisper.
He nips my ear. “An impossible feat for you, I’m sure.”
I glance over my shoulder. “Challenge accepted. But no edging.”
He smirks. “Fine, I’ll make you come first.”
If I want to winthatchallenge, I’ll need my mouth.
“Get on your knees for me,” I say, then add a, “Please,” because I don’t need a punishment on top of it.
His eyes smolder like low coals, and then he scoots his way up to kneeling beside me. His leans into his right arm, keeping his hold on me while I come up to my elbow. My mouth waters at the outline under his briefs. I’ve never done this, but I’m going to make him come so fast his head will spin.
He spreads my legs and teases my opening with the tip of his tail while his fingers work my sensitive clit.
“You’re cheating, starting first,” I murmur, looking up at him as I pull on the waist of his briefs.
His right hand goes still, as does his tail. He hooks his thumb in the other side and helps me pull them down. His cock stands stiffly between us, the nodes of pleasure on each side pulsing with his heartbeat.
“Are you ready now?” he asks, a hint of playful frustration in his voice.
I lick my lips with a flat swipe of my tongue, getting them wet. His mouth drops open and he huffs out a lusty breath. I circle them again, slower, as I maintain eye contact.
“Nowyou’recheating,” he says.
“I’m not touching you yet,” I say innocently.
“No, but you’re teasing me.”
I pout my lower lip. “Poor baby getting hot and bothered by the sight of my tongue?”
He grabs my hair, and I pant softly.
“On the count of three,” he says.
