I sigh.
“Your foot?” She twists beneath me, looking down my body. “Here. Let me help.”
No.
No.
She’s naked. Completely bare. I can touch her anywhere. Kiss her anywhere. Lick her anywhere. Again.
And I’m ruining the fucking moment by being unable to get around in my own damn bed.
“I got it. It’s just—stuck.”
She slips out from beneath me like a freaking magician, tugs once on the sheets, and then I’m free.
“How do you usually sleep?” she asks.
I roll to my side. “I don’t want tosleep.”
A grin flashes at me as she walks on her knees back onto the bed. She pushes my shoulder until I’m on my back. “Okay, grumpy pants.”
Shit. “Ziggy?—”
“Shh.” She slides one hand down my chest, leaning in to press a kiss to my jaw. “You’re allowed to be frustrated.”
“Some parts more than others,” I mutter.
Her hand drifts lower. “Like this part?”
She grips my cock through my boxers, and I hiss out a tortured breath. “Yes.”
“I might have something for that.”
My dick twitches in her hand. I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on the sensation of someone else touching me, even through my boxers. “Feels—so—good.”
“Feels very large,” she whispers.
My frustration melts away, replaced with raging-hot desire for this glorious creature praising my cock.
My booted foot is hanging off the edge of my bed. I can’t flip her over without banging it around, which means I can’t make her scream.
But it doesn’t matter, because she’s slipping her hands under my boxers, letting my hard-on spring free into the cool air.
Relief mingles with the desperate need to stroke my cock, but before I can grip myself, she leans over, tucks her hair behind her back, wraps both hands around me, and licks me, her tongue swirling around the tip of my penis.
My hips jerk off the bed.
She giggles. “So that’s all it takes…”
I might not be able to roll around, but I can sit up, and I do. “Do you have any idea just how close I am already after eating you?” I growl as I grip her under the arms and pull her onto me.
“No. How close?” She leans over me, kissing my neck, her hair slipping down to tickle my chest. Her belly brushes my dick, and my eyes cross again.
“So—close,” I grit out.
Breathe.
Breathe.
