“Fuck,” I shout, pushing into her one last time before I explode inside her, coming hard, marking her, bare inside her.Only her.“Shit,” I breathe out, burying myself to the hilt as I still inside her, our kisses slower now, even as our chests heave and our hearts pound.“Fuck, I missed you.”
Daisy smiles, her arms hanging loose on my shoulders as she kisses me softly and says, “I missed you too.Missed this.”
Chuckling, I grab her ass, pulling her to me as I turn and walk us toward my bed.“We aren’t even close to being done.”
The next morning, I wake late, Daisy sound asleep beside me, my body wrapped around hers, her ass backed up against my dick and my arm draped around her, my hand on her boob.
For a second, I almost wonder if I’m dreaming, but then she huffs out a breath, pressing back against me, and I know it’s real.
Smiling, I bury my face in her hair, inhaling deeply the smell of beer and sweat and us, all over her.I don’t even know how many times we fucked last night or when we eventually fell asleep, but I know it was a lot and it was late.
And I loved every fucking minute of it.
I also know Daisy sleeps like the dead, and given how little sleep we both got, if I’m going to wake her up with my tongue, like I’m planning to, I’m going to need to have some coffee at the ready for her.
Pressing a trail of kisses along the back of her neck, I pinch her nipple before trailing a hand down her stomach and between her legs, my fingers teasing her.She murmurs something unintelligible before she rolls over, her eyes closed, snuggling in against me.
Chuckling, I press a kiss to the top of her head, my mouth dropping to her ear as I whisper, “I’m getting you some coffee, and then I’m going to devour your pussy.Don’t move.”
She huffs again, her hand snaking down to my dick even though she’s still asleep.With a grin, I circle my hand around hers, squeezing us both before I reluctantly pull her off me and roll out of bed.
As much as I’d love to fuck her awake right now, I know my girl and I know she needs coffee when she wakes up.
I grab some boxers from the floor, pulling them on and then slipping out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me before making my way to the kitchen.
“Well, well, well,” Kai says from where he stands, leaning against the counter, a huge grin on his face.“Looks and sounds like someone decided to get himself laid.”
“Fuck off,” I say, but I can’t wipe the grin off my face.
Kai laughs, shoving the rest of the banana he was eating in his mouth before he says, “So, who was she?”
I give him a look, ignoring his question as I get to work on the coffee machine.
“Okay, whoisshe then?”he asks, giving me a pointed look when I pull two mugs from the cabinet.
“None of your business,” I reply, leaning back against the counter, my arms crossed over my chest and a shit-eating grin on my face.
Kai lets out another laugh.“Fucking hell, little brother, getting laid looks good on you.You should do it more often.”
“Again, fuck.Off.”I repeat, flipping him off for extra measure.
“You know, you were kinda loud last night.And early this morning.I had to listen to you work that edge off for fucking hours.”
“Please,” I scoff, as the coffee starts to brew.“Like I haven’t had to listen to you repeatedly.Endlessly.All the fucking time.”
He shrugs, grinning as he says, “What can I say, brother, I’m a sex god and women?—”
The rest of his sentence is cut off, and when I turn, I see Daisy standing in the doorway of the kitchen, dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and one of my T-shirts, her hair a mess from all the sex we had last night.
“Oh.My.God.”Kai says, looking at Daisy, then me, and then back to Daisy.
“Hey,” she says, giving him a small wave, an almost nervous smile on her face.
Kai blinks, for once in his life, seemingly rendered speechless as his brain pieces together exactly who I was fucking last night.
“You’re up,” I say, walking over and slipping my arm around her shoulders, my hand gripping the back of her neck as I pull her in for a kiss.
“Yeah, I...”she starts, her words cut off by my lips on hers.“I thought maybe I...”
