It took him a single minute to scoot over, taking the sippy with warm milk from me before sucking at it.
Five minutes later, he was back to fully relaxed, eyes barely opened as he drank.
“I have to work tomorrow,” I said, pulling him more into my hold. I made sure not to let my legs touch his lower part. I didn’t need him freaking out on me. “But I’ll be back for supper, like always.”
If he were to sleep like the dead all night, he may not be awake when I left. There was a couple of times when Oakley was still dozing when I did have to leave, and I didn’t want him to worry about me or when I’d be back.
I’d rather stay here, tucked into bed with him, for days on end. But that wasn’t quite a possibility.
“Kay,” he muttered, handing me the empty sippy before tucking himself into my hold against my chest. “You’re nice.”
“I try to be.” I ran a hand along his back. Was that his way of saying he liked me?
He hummed again, twisting his head a bit. When his lips ran across my nipple, he sucked it into his mouth, as if it were a normal every night thing.
He wiggled a bit more, trying to twist his legs around mine. I shifted so I laid on my side, pulling him as close as I could.
He was still hard, his dick pocking at me, but sleep won out, as moments later, he relaxed in my hold, and his mouth fell slack around my nipple.
I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. There were so many options, and so much time, to explore all of his needs and wants. I had a feeling that once his brain fully knew that he was safe with me, that I’d give him the entire world, he’d always want to find those small releases that gave him calm and safety.
Chapter 37
Oakley
Oh, that felt good.
So, I did it again.
Pressing my hips into the bed and mounted blankets, my hardness brushed against the soft material, finding the perfect little hole to press into.
It felt good, even through the sleep pants that Sabastian had slipped on me the night before.
I knew his side of the bed was empty, due to him having gotten up earlier than normal. I briefly remembered him telling me that he was working today, whatever that may be.
But that was far from my mind as I shifted my hips again, a small groan sticking in my throat.
This is wrong,I thought, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again.
I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me now. I was…so darn needy. I didn’t know how to explain the growing heat from within. It was so strong that any type of touch set me off.
I had been halfway sure that Sabastian would have done something to help since he was in a helping mood the night before. But he hadn’t touched me, hadn’t made a move to draw attention to it, either.
Which, given how little mythingwas, he may not have even noticed. Sir liked to notice and gave me suchnotgreat advice on dealing with it.
As long as I didn’t touch, what harm would it do to find some sort of release against a mountain of blankets?
The need was too strong to ignore. The burning within was right there, calling to me to keep moving.
I pumped my hips over and over, my breathing a bit harder as I sucked on the paci. I could hear it squeak in my ears, along with my heartbeat, as I followed my instincts.
A blush filled my cheeks at the thought of Sabastian watching me on the camera right now. If he was, could he see how I humped the blankets? Could he hear my breathing and my small little moans of pleasure that rippled through my body?
If he was home, would he come help? Would he be nice enough to wrap his hand around me, coaxing me to finish?
With that thought, I burst and released a few long streams of stuff from the tip. I felt the blanket soak it up instantly, and I couldn’t help but thrust a couple of more times, dragging out the feeling.
That….that felt nice, I decided.
