Tomorrow’s her birthday, and I can’t fucking wait to celebrate the hell out of this woman. As I stare into the darkness, it occurs to me that I can’t pick out the last time I truly wanted to celebrate anything either. This feels… lighter, better, and dare I say it? A little more hopeful than I’ve felt in a while.
I just need to figure out what the hell to do about the story, and my job, and my career. And how to tell this woman I’m gone for her.
“Robert?” Her tired voice is adorable as fuck.
“Mmm?”
“If you wake up horny during the night and feel like another round, you have my permission to make that fact known.”
CHAPTER 40
Rhiannon
Iwake up on a gasp, my body already three steps ahead of me.
Robert’s lying between my legs, his hot mouth on my pussy. When I told him, under no uncertain terms, should he let me sleep if he woke up wanting another round after some rest, I wasn’t sure I actually expected him to really wake me up.
He was such a gentleman and made sure we had our boundaries clear. He told me he would wake me up with any appendage of his body that wasn’t his dick, because unconscious people can’t consent. I tried to tell him I didn’t mind if he was inside me when I woke up, but he insisted. I guess he has a consent fetish. And I have to admit, it’s hot as hell.
He drags his tongue through my labia and flutters it against my clit, before drawing tiny circles. He’s patient, deliberate, like he’s critically assessing every minute corner of my pussy. Which would normally be fine. I can be patient. I can. Except waking up with this rush of heat straight to my core has left me kind of… feral.
When I stab my fingers into his hair and scrape at his scalp,he moans against my body, sending tiny rippling vibrations through my muscles. Gripping his head against me makes him lick even faster, and it’s not long before I’m seeing stars and strings of curse words echo around the room.
His body shakes, and I know he’s chuckling between my legs, but I’m chasing this massive O that’s approaching like a breaker wave.
He slides two fingers inside me and curls them forward, making every nerve ending spark and waves of pleasure roll down my spine as I scream through the orgasm holding my body hostage.
Every muscle taut. Every breath ragged. And every thought is wiped clean except for him.
The bed’s soaked with my release, my muscles are so soft they feel like jelly, and my heart’s pounding so loudly I’m not sure I could even tell if there were other noises in the room.
What a fucking orgasm. I’ve never been made to feel like that before. Hell, I’ve never been able to make myself feel like that before.
Holy shit, I’ve been missing out.
I almost feel bad for my former best friend because George isnevergoing to make her feel like this, and it’s a crying shame. I mightactuallycry.
Robert moves his tongue around my clit like he might be warming up for another brain-faltering, heart-stopping, body-stealing orgasm, but I’m not sure I can take it. I might die. So, I grip his hair and tug him upward.
He takes the hint, kissing his way up my body, stopping to pay close attention to my nipples, making me wriggle and writhe underneath him.
“Fuck.” My voice is a breathy whimper as another wave of heat pools between my thighs. I sound needy, desperate.
When he gets to my neck, I pull my head back, opening to give him more space. He’s kissing every single inch of skin hecan find, and I’m not mad about it. By the time he finally captures my lips, I’m trembling with need, my skin’s on fire, and my pussy is begging for more attention.
I taste myself on his tongue. It’s a first for me. I thought I might be weirded out by it, but it’s a strong aphrodisiac that carries me closer to the edge of unhinged. My hips are bucking against his body of their own accord, which makes him chuckle again. It’s a sound I love to hear, but it feels even nicer when our naked bodies are pressed up against each other.
He pulls back. “Happy birthday.”
Warmth spreads through my body as he reconnects our lips. He’s smiling as I kiss him, and I part my legs to encourage him to hurry the fuck up and get inside me. It’s sweet that he paused to wish me happy birthday, but I can’t wait any longer to have his cock inside my body. “Hurry up.” I sound like a whiny bitch, but I don’t care. “Please, Robert. I need you inside me.”
On a pained moan, he slides deep inside my body, and my muscles relax in an instant. He starts to move. Slowly. Long, intentional strokes that make me shiver and clench around him.
Fucking hell, if every birthday started like this for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t be mad about it.
Oh shit.
I freeze. He stops dead. “What’s wrong?” His voice is a hushed whisper.
