“Can you stay the night?” I asked him breathlessly as I stood there wearing my sexy nightgown.
He smiled, his lips parting as his eyes grazed across me. “Yeah. I’m not going until I know you’re capable of washing your hair on your own again.”
I laughed at that. “It’s going to be six weeks before I can do that. I need the cast off first.”
“Mm.Terriblenews. I guess you’re stuck with me.”
All I wanted to do was tumble into bed with him. But my poor kitty needed dinner. He was on a schedule, and breakfast had already been late for him.
“Noodles needs supper. I think I can navigate the stairs on my own. I’m still sore, but I feel a lot better after that bath. The warm water relaxed my muscles a lot.”
Dawson shook his head. “I already fed your cat.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. He was getting kind of bossy with me earlier. I fed him around five p.m. I hope that’s okay.”
It wasmorethan okay. The man really was a natural-born caretaker.
And even though I’d never known it before, I wanted to be takencareof. “What time is it now? I feel like I slept most of the day away.”
“It’s probably after nine p.m.”
“Oh.” It was much later than I thought. “What would you like to do with the rest of the evening?”
The look on his face said everything I needed to know. “I wouldn’t mind snuggling with you for a while.”
I glanced down at the tight package in his jeans. “Okay.”
His eyes glinted in the light, and he picked me up, carrying me to the bed.
Noodles hopped off with an indignant twitch of his tail.
And then Dawson crawled on, stripping clothes as he came. “I got wet in the bathroom. You don’t mind if I get out of these damp clothes, do you?”
My eyes were glued to his chest as the shirt came off. He was like a perfectly sculpted god. Muscles gorgeously formed.
He parted my thighs with his knee and rubbed himself against me.
Then he pulled back, making a show of things.
My mouth dropped open as he unzipped his jeans, revealing a happy trail of goodness that led to a throbbing beast. Something even mightier than the Boinkacorn appeared on the scene.
He slipped the hem of my nightie up and rumbled, “I think we owe it to each other to explore this, Amy. IpromiseI’ll be here on Monday.”
And that was all it took for me to spread my legs wide, pulsing my hips against his beast. A more beautiful cock had never existed before.
He took me slowly, gently, like a true Southern gentleman. His eyes stayed trained on mine as our bodies locked together.
Dawson went deep, deeper, then deeper still, until he filled me completely.
I gasped at the feel of him.
There was something about a hot-blooded man that a vibrator couldneverreplace.
Before long we were gasping and out of control, his cock sliding in and out of my wetness.
Thiswas what had been missing from my life.
