Including the rapidly softening bone still buried inside her.
“Sorry,” I mutter into her clavicle.
“For being human?”
I pull air into my lungs. “Yes.”
“You don’t need to be sorry for that.”
It takes more effort than it should, but I shift so I’m not crushing her, then slide a little down her body, my dick flopping out of her, and I nip at the pretty pink bud sitting at the top of her plump breast.
Her breath catches.
I do it again.
Her hips arch into me.
Once more, and this time, I order my heavy-as-fuck arm to move, and I stroke between her wet thighs, looking for that other sweet little bud?—
“Oh god,” she gasps.
“Hardly,” I murmur.
“You—I—there,” she whimpers.
I swirl my tongue around her nipple and flick at her clit, following the patterns of her gasps and moans, letting her body guide me, until I slip two fingers into her channel and feel it clench hard around me as she throws her head back with a cry.
“Oh god oh god oh god yes yes yes yes yes.”
I press on her clit with my thumb while she pumps her hips in my hand, and I watch the glow of her skin and the unfocused way her eyes stare blindly above.
Fucking gorgeous.
I want to make her come every day. Every morning. Every night. In the light. So I can watch.
She shivers a whole-body shiver that I track from her shoulders to her toes, and then her body goes limp. “So good,” she murmurs. “Thank you.”
I kiss her nipple again.
“Won’t—fall—so…”
She trails off, her eyes drifting shut.
“Dammit,” she whispers.
And then she’s out.
Just like last night.
Her chin dipped to her shoulder. Eyelids peaceful. Copper lashes brushing her cheeks. One deep breath. Then another.
So damn beautiful.
So damn complicated.
And so damn perfect.
Which all leaves me so damn fucked.
