Then he was grinding me down on his cock while he groaned and I gasped.
He fisted a hand in my hair, yanking it back sexy-rough, so my spine arched.
His arm tight around my hips held me full of him, unable to move, as he kept me positioned for him and tortured my nipples with his lips and tongue.
Such a damned tease.
“God, honey,” I begged.
He tipped my head forward, kissed me and used both hands clenching my ass to control my rhythm as I rode him.
Eventually, I had his head in my hands, one of his skated over my hip so he could roll my clit with a strong finger, we were gaze to gaze, lips to lips, Battle purring, me whimpering.
Then I came.
He slid down in bed, pulled me off his dick, planted me on his face, and he ate me through my orgasm, built and unleashed another one, and when I heard him groan up my pussy, I knew he’d taken care of himself with his hand.
A quick squeeze of my thigh giving me the message, and I expended energy I did not have to swing off him, collapse on my back, settling at his side.
“You eat me out while you jack off, you position me the other way so I can watch,” I bitched wheezily (what could I say? That was hot. I was still recovering).
“Darling, you’ll be where I put you,” he replied.
I turned my head to look at him, uncertain I wanted to countermand his order because I always liked where he put me, like I did just now.
I still would have liked to watch.
I didn’t get the chance to make up my mind.
He leaned into me, touched his lips to mine and rolled out of bed to head to the bathroom.
After he cleaned up and came back, he didn’t come back to me.
He put on his boxer briefs, then his trousers, and shrugged on his shirt but didn’t button it.
Only then did he come to me.
Another lean in, another lip touch, and when he pulled back, he said, “Stay there. I’ll return.”
With that, he walked out.
I didn’t stay there.
We fucked upon waking.
Or we fucked upon Battle waking me.
This meant I got out of bed and took care of business, including brushing my teeth.
I went back to bed and considered hitting the smart screen to order a pot of coffee.
By the time he got back, Snowball and Gingerface were hanging with me.
Bartholomew wasn’t, but that was probably because he was having breakfast.
When Battle returned, Baby Blue was prancing behind him.
But I was staring at him.
