Gwen shifted and sighed. The sheet slipped down, exposing the side of her breast in a beam of sunlight. The woman was a fucking painting. A goddess in my bed.
Gwen was exactly where she belonged. Finally.
Part of me wanted to wake her with kisses, but I was just as happy to drink her in while she slept. Every little bit of her was worthy of examination, from the eyelashes grazing her cheek to the pink toenails peeking out from the sheet.
The woman had me mesmerized.
Gwen inhaled and stirred, raising her hands up in a stretch that pulled the sheet all the way down her torso. I went hard instantly.
“Good morning,” she smiled at me. “Have you been up long?”
I smiled, because I was up in more ways than one.
“Long enough to know I need more ofthis,” I growled as I grabbed her wrist and slid her across the bed into my arms.
She squealed then relaxed into my kiss.
“I need to brush my teeth,” she whispered. Her hands slipped down my body to grasp my hard length. “But first…”
I groaned as she got to work. It wasn’t going to take me long. I’d always prided myself on my longevity, but things were different with Gwen. She made me feel like all the fucking I’d done in my past was an imitation of the act, and whatwedid together was the real deal.
I was about to stop her so I could climb on top of her and feel her sweetness wrapped around me again, when I heard the most annoying, ear-shattering noise just a few feet away. Like a fog horn combined with an air raid signal.
“What the…” I complained.
“My alarm,” she said sheepishly as she moved away from me to silence her phone. “I’m a deep sleeper. I need it loud.”
I smirked. “Yeah, there’s a lot about you that’s loud.”
“Stop,” she swatted me, laughing. “It’s a workday; we should get moving. My boss mightpunishme if I’m late.”
Gwen blinked at me, biting back a smile.
“Maybe youwanthim to punish you?”
She stuck out her bottom lip. “Oh no, never. He’s terrible. He’s known for…” she lowered her voice. “Spanking.”
Was it possible for me to get even harder?
“Is that a fact?” I asked. I arched an eyebrow. “Tell me about it.”
We hadn’t yet tried spanking, but I was game to hear her fantasy.
“One time, when I was especially bad, he pulled up my skirt, ripped off my underwear, and spanked me until my cheeks went all pink.”
Down, boy.
“And did it hurt?” I asked.
Gwen nodded her head and leaned closer, her voice a whisper. “Oh, yes. It hurtsogood.”
I couldn’t take it any longer. “That’s it. We’re playing hooky.”
I rolled onto my back then pulled her on top of me. Within seconds, she was riding me so hard I worried we might break the bed.
We fucked again, then napped until we were both hungry enough to finally get up.
“Let’s order something for brunch,” I suggested.
