“Three, actually.”
He’s awakened my long-dormant libido, and I’m ravenous for him. And I want more. I want every single orgasm he vowed to give me.
I pull him back down to taste his lips wet with my arousal. It’s his turn to chuckle. “My woman has a dirty side.”
My woman.
He has no idea. But he’ll soon learn. I bring his hand to my mouth and suck the two fingers he used to finger-fuck me to ecstasy.
His pupils blow, raging desire clouding his crystal blue irises. “The things I want to do to you.”
Pushing on his shoulders, I flip our positions so that I’m now on top, straddling his waist. Linking our fingers, I pin his hands down to the bedcovers. “I think we need to even the score. Three-to-one isn’t exactly fair,” I say as I slither down his body.
I shouldn’t be this happy.
Facing Fallon—our heads sharing the same pillow, our bodies pressed close, my legs intertwined with his—I watch him sleep. His face is relaxed, his lips parted slightly and upturned at the corners in a soft smile. There’s a day’s worth of dark-blond stubble covering his jaw that my fingers are itching to touch. He looks so boyish in slumber, angelic. So damn gorgeous.
Last night was incredible. It was perfect. You never realize how much you miss true intimacy until it’s been taken from you. And it’s not just the hot-as-hell sex. It’s the after. The gentle strokes and touches. The soft kisses. Feeling a man’s body wrapped around you as you sleep. The comfort and safety you feel. The rightness of it all. How your heart settles and feels full.
“I can feel you staring,” he mumbles, his eyes still closed.
“I can’t help it.”
Fallon pulls me to him. I snuggle my face into his neck, breathing in the familiar musk of his skin, and his dick perks up. One thing Fallon has a ton of is stamina. He kept his promise last night, and I internally smile at how sore I am. It’s the best kind of sore. I should give my body a break, but I want him again.
I nip the place on his neck I kissed.
“Jesus, woman. You’re insatiable.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Not one fucking bit,” he replies, rolling me on top of him. He cups my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples. “If I could live the rest of my life with my dick buried inside you, I’d die a very happy man.”
He moves his left hand to my side and traces my tattoos with his fingers. He’s a little obsessed with them.
“I want to hear more about New Zealand.”
During our momentary breaks last night to catch our breath before we would reach for one another again, we talked. He asked me about medical school and working at Duke, and I asked him more about his world travels—the schools and shelters he built, the people he met. Fallon has done so much good for so many women and their children. I’m immensely proud of him and everything he has accomplished.
Fallon grips my waist and steadies me. “In a minute. I have more important things that need my attention. Grip the headboard, sweetheart.”
I eagerly comply, and he guides me down onto his cock, burying deep. We both moan at how good it feels. Even after several rounds with him over the last eight hours, I’m still embarrassingly wet for him.
I used to love morning sex. It was like a renewal, starting the morning off filled with heady endorphins and a sated smile. Morning sex is gentle and languid—soft. No better way to begin the day.
Using the headboard as leverage, he helps guide me as I ride him. Slowly. Sensuously. It doesn’t take long before the sweet waves of my orgasm cascade through me. Fallon rears up, taking my mouth in a soul-searing kiss, my name whispered from his lips as he comes inside me, filling me with warmth.
Collapsing on top of him, I smile against his chest, our bodies still intimately joined. My breathy sighs give sound to the contentment I’m feeling.
“What time is it?” I ask, too replete to move.
“No idea.” His head turns on the pillow, and he checks the bedside clock. “After eight.”
I don’t hear noises filtering through the closed bedroom door alerting me the kids are up.
“That feels good,” I say as he trails hypnotic lines up and down my back with his fingers that almost put me to sleep.
He breaks the peaceful tranquility when he asks, “What did Jay say to you last night?”
