“Never want this to end,” I growl, settling my weight onto my forearms, on either side of her, a shudder rolling through me. But I can’t hold out much longer, her sweet sighs too much to ignore, and I let myself have a few more shallow pumps into her before giving in, against my will to never let this stop.
With her body slack under mine, I’m careful not to crush her as I lie on top of her for a moment, waiting until the last aftershocks of my orgasm dispel.
“I can’t sleep like this, if that’s what you’re planning,” she mumbles into the mattress, and I skim my hand along her side.
“So much attitude for the middle of the night.”
“That’s what you get for waking me up.”
I turn us both to our sides, staying inside her. “You didn’t seem to mind.”
She snuggles into me, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I’m glad you’re home.”
Me too.Glad to be back with her. My home.
A minute has passed when I think she’s fallen back to sleep, but she yawns and says, “You played a good game. Thanks for the shout-out in your touchdown celebration.”
“I’m glad you saw it.” I make myself comfortable, my thighs tucked behind hers, her ass right up against my groin, my cock still deep inside her. We’ll have a mess to clean up tomorrow, but I’m too blissed out to care right now.
“So?” she asks, fixing the pillow under her head. “How was it? Reality live up to the fantasy of doing that?”
I kiss the back of her head. “Better. Because you are my fantasy, and you’re real. Here with me.”
“I’ll always be here with you.” She brings our clasped hands up to her mouth so she can lay a quick kiss on the back of mine, and the innocent gesture is so heartbreakingly sweet, my eyesand nose sting with emotion. The reflexive action is a display of how she loves me, of how easily she takes care of me, of how it’s so natural, she doesn’t think about it.
It’s all so simple.
That in the dead of night, she’s gone and stolen my heart right out of my chest.
The next morning, I shoot up in bed at the sound of screaming. My alarm blared at seven a.m. so I could wake up to take Paisley to school, but Nadine powered it off and told me to sleep. I didn’t put up much of a fight. I couldn’t.
Not only because I’d barely had four hours, but because when my woman wants to take care of me, I let her. If she wanted to tuck me in and kiss my forehead, I’d never stop her.
But at the sound of her being tortured, I leap out of bed and run into the living room, where I find her blurry figure standing on the couch. “What’s going on?”
Without my glasses or contacts, I have to squint to see her tip her head back to laugh at me. “You’re naked.”
“And you’re screaming.”
“Because there’s one of those thousand-leggers on the floor, and it scared me.”
“Well, kill it,” I say, stepping toward her, but she jumps from the couch onto me like a wild cat in a tree, clinging to me.
“I can’t kill it. They freak me out. Anything with multiple legs.” She makes a gagging sound, wrapping her arms and legs around me, so she’s piggyback. “Can you kill it?”
“I can’t kill anything with my dick hanging out.”
“Put pants on and then kill it.”
I try to shake her off, but she refuses to let go, so I heave a sigh and head back to our bedroom, where I pull on a pair of sweats and put my glasses on before brushing my teeth. All with her on my back like a sloth. Smiling cutely. Like it’s a totally normal thing to do.
“You’re strong,” she says when I hike her up a bit higher as I shuffle back to the living room and snatch a few tissues from abox, freezing in place to see where the centipede got to, ready to crush it. I stay in a half squat, eyes on it as it scurries across the floor toward one of the windows. I pounce and squash the thing, which earns me a smacking kiss and another compliment. “Fast too.”
“Maybe I’ll add it to my bio: strong, fast, killer of centipedes.” I tap her thigh, assuming she’ll get down, but she doesn’t. Instead, she rests her chin on my head.
“How long you think you can do this for? It’s been about five minutes. You think ten? Twenty?”
“Pfft. Easy.”
