“What time is it?”
“Not sure. Sun’s coming up,” I say as I slide my hand around to caress her breast.
“Mmm,” she hums.
I shift so my morning erection presses into her backside.
“Do you have to work today?” she asks as she moves her hips into me.
“Nope. Perk of being the boss’s son. Thanksgiving off.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” she breathes as my hand travels down her stomach and between her legs.
She shifts to give me better access. I tease her opening, getting her nice and wet as she writhes against my palm.
“Waylon,” she gasps.
“Shh,” I whisper against her ear. “You were such a good girl last night. Being so quiet. Can you do that again for me?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and nods for me as she moves her leg back over mine, opening herself.
I slip inside her gently and slowly make love to her from behind, my finger continuing to rub circles over her clit.
She moans as I hold her leg higher on my hip so I can move deeper. She’s adorable, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries not to cry out.
“Oh God,” she whimpers quietly. “I’m gonna come.”
She gasps as her body starts to tremble. I pull out and thrust two fingers deep inside her.
“Waylon.”
“Sorry, baby. Forgot a condom. My fingers are gonna have to get you there.” I add another one, curling them as I pump in and out of her warm, tight flesh. Wishing it were still my cock.
A few seconds later, she turns her head and plants her face into her pillow as her orgasm floods my hand. I continue to work my fingers in and out until her body stops twitching and she collapses against the mattress.
“Fuck, that was hot as hell,” I say as I kiss the back of her neck.
She rolls her head and peeks up at me as I lick my fingers clean.
For a moment, we just lie there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside her bedroom forgotten. If I could freeze time, this is where I’d want to stay forever.
But reality creeps in with the light.
“I should go,” I say.
“Yeah,” she agrees, though she doesn’t move away.
Eventually, she slips out of my arms and slides off the bed, grabbing a sweatshirt from the back of her chair. I sit up and swing my legs over the side, reaching for my jeans and boots.
Her eyes fall to my now semi-hard cock. She drops to her knees and crawls to me.
“What are you doing?” I rasp.
“Seeing if you can be a good boy and stay real quiet for me,” she says as her hand wraps around me and strokes.
She runs a finger through the dollop of clear liquid at the tip. My cock twitches in her grip, and my breath catches as I watch her.
She returns my stare, biting down on her bottom lip.
