While sleep eludes me, she snores lightly next to me. It eases my sour mood, and as I gaze at this woman—my woman, all I want is to make her happy, to fulfill her every dream.
I pluck my phone from the nightstand, knowing exactly where we will go next.
With that thought, I close my eyes, but not for long, as if I am cursed to pay for every ounce of happiness with the same nightmare.
My best friend points the gun at me and pulls the trigger, but not before shouting at me. “You traitor. I trusted you.”
Shooting up in bed, my chest heaves with my ragged breathing.
I drag a hand down my face, erasing the sweat gathered on my forehead. It was just a nightmare, but it could very well be a premonition of what awaits me.
I shake my head as if to dispel the image stuck in my head.
The sun’s rays slowly creep through the darkness, dancing on her lids. She looks at peace, her delicate features relaxed. In my bed. Next to me. Her lashes flutter, and I rush to pull the curtains so she can rest some more.
Letting her sleep longer, I tiptoe to the bathroom as best as I can, but my feet thud on the floor with each step. I catch her chest rising and falling in deep sleep, and I exhale a breath of relief that I didn’t wake her up.
I avoid facing my reflection in the mirror as I scrub my body, taking a shower that does nothing to ease my guilty conscience.
Stepping back into the room, I notice she has turned onto her back, her delicate brows furrowed. I bet it has something to do with the toy in her ass. She’s splayed open, the sheet only halfway hiding her nakedness.
Her pussy glistens, and like Pavlov’s dog, my mouth waters, needing a treat. Will I ever have enough? Impossible. I guess I am doomed to remain insatiable for her.
Reining myself in becomes a distant thought, and I move toward the bed, crawling between her legs.
Glancing at her to catch the exact moment she realizes what is happening, I bring my mouth to her pussy and sweep my tongue along her slit from bottom to top.
She squirms, moaning quietly, but doesn’t wake up.
I lick her again, flicking her clit, and she whispers my name. My name falling from her lips does things to me I can’t even comprehend.
Her eyes flutter half open, but close again. She must be exhausted, but I need her too much, so I get on top of her, supporting my weight on my palm as I guide my cock to her pussy.
My demons crawl in the back of my mind once I am inside her.
She welcomes me in, stretching for me inch by inch. She’s so wet—receptive. Even in her sleep, she knows who she belongs to. I am not even a quarter in, the plug in her ass making it an even tighter fit.
I groan low in my throat, the sensation phenomenal.
Her eyes pop open, and her hands shoot to my arms, holding on to me.
“Mika,” she breathes out, her sweet voice groggy with sleep.
“I just need your pussy. Sleep some more, baby girl.”
She falls back into a half-asleep, half-awake state. I push in and out of her, trying to ease my growing desperation. Ecstasy pulls my body taut, and I throw my head back, overcome with pleasure. She grips me so well. So fucking tight. So fucking good. Lasting is a damn feat, taking inhuman force.
I need her too much though. Wanting her eyes on me, I increase the rhythm and play with the plug in her ass. Minutes or hours later, I do not know—too lost in her. I thrust harder, and that’s what wakes her up.
“Can I come?” she asks in a whisper that comes out more like a needy moan.
It’s the question that almost makes me shoot my load.
She looks so sweet right now, pleading and eyes glazed over, her plump mouth opening in an O.
I nod, and as I kiss her, we come together—her on a long moan, me on a low groan.
Eyes locked, we gaze at each other for long moments, lost in each other.
