I turned my head to the softly snoring man beside me. He was on his front with the sheet bunched around his waist. His tight, muscled buttocks were on full display. As well as a perfect set of teeth marks on his right buttcheek. I smiled as I relived the memory of taking a juicy bite of them when he had rolled over to grab another condom off his nightstand.
My gaze roamed the rest of his body, smiling proudly when I noticed that his back did not go unscathed. Nail marks that matched mine scored down the expanse of his broad shoulders and muscled back. A feminine pride had my chest swelling.
I stretched and groaned, moving sore muscles that hadn't been used in a long time. They had a proper workout last night. And this morning.
God, Harrison really knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Nothing was off limits. I blushed as I remembered the number of positions we had moved into. I had shed all my inhibitions and opened myself up in more ways than one. Physically and emotionally. He was hands down the best lover I had ever had.
I couldn't resist leaning down and placing a kiss against his shoulder blades. His body gave a deep sigh.
"Morning, baby." Harrison's voice was husky from sleep. He rolled onto his back with a groan, and—surprise, surprise—his cock was hard again against his stomach.
"Jeez, do you ever go down?" It wasn't a complaint.How could I ever complain aboutthat, I thought hungrily.
He laughed as he stretched, unashamed of his nudity. "With you around? Not likely."
He dropped a kiss on my swollen lips, but when he went to deepen it, I turned my head away.
"Morning breath," I mumbled.
Harrison laughed. "Baby, I still have your dried cum on my face. I don't care about morning breath."
I blushed hotly as I shoved at his chest. "Ew, can you not?"
"You can't be shy now, Gracie." He traced a finger around my nipple. I glanced down and saw the disloyal bitch pucker. I also noticed a set of teeth marks around it. Jesus, we really went at it last night.
His finger moved down the middle of my chest, down my flat stomach, before his big palm covered my mound. My legs instinctively spread open. His middle finger inserted itself inside me, and I groaned in both pleasure and discomfiture. Despite the moisture forming there, I was definitely feeling it this morning.
I grabbed his wrist. "I need a warm shower and a hot press there before we go for round...whatever it is."
"Sorry, baby," he murmured, not sounding the least bit. Still, he removed his finger and rubbed my belly.
"Don't be. I sure as hell ain't complaining. But…" I glanced down at his hard length, which didn't seem to be going down anytime soon. "My mouth isn't sore."
He grinned and kicked the sheet off the bed before putting his hands behind his head in pure male indulgence.
"Please, have at it."
And I did.
***
"And where were you, missy?"
I jumped mid-mascara stroke. "Dammit, you scared me." I took a tissue and wiped off the black liquid that had touched my eyelid.
Amelia wore a smug smile as she leaned against the bathroom door jamb, arms folded.
"Soooo did you get lucky? I'm assuming you did, considering I didn't hear you slink home last night. And before you ask, yes, I waited. I missed your walk of shame, too."
"A lady never tells," I smiled secretly before returning to fix my makeup.
"Okay, so tell," Amelia demanded.
I laughed and chucked a tissue at her.
"The short answer is yes, and before you ask, yes, it was good. And before you askagain, yes, the rumors in high school were true, and yes, it was the best I ever had."
Amelia whooped. "Yes, I knew it!" She clapped her hands in glee. "When are you seeing him next?"
