I kiss him hard on the mouth., melting into his afterglow.
I want this moment to last forever.
CHAPTER 53
Niki
Rosie’s so warm. Her hair smells of jasmine but with an underlying spiciness. It’s just her: delicate but with a kick.
I brush kisses to her neck and hold her tighter against my chest.
She murmurs in her sleep as I touch her breasts, circling her nipples, which harden against my fingers.
“Morning, baby,” she whispers as my hands slide down.
“You’re fucking sexy this morning, and you feel so damn good,” I growl.
She freezes when I touch her belly, so I continue to caress down her body.
As I reach her pussy, she opens her legs, hooking one around me., making demands I can’t wait to fulfil.
She leans her head against mine as I play with her. I kiss every part of her as she grinds against me. One arm stretches back to keep me close, her pleasure filled hums broken by soft gasps.
“You’re so perfect. I love how you use me,” I rasp in her ear.
She whimpers as she presses my hand between her thighs.
“That’s right, angel. Show me how you like it, how you play with your pussy. Do you think about me when you play with yourself like this?”
“Yes.”
“Did you imagine what it would be like to have my cock inside your perfect cunt as you rode me? How I’d sell my soul to be inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as I slide my fingers inside her.
“Play with your clit for me as I finger you like I imagined. Every day you sat at your desk, I was desperate to get on my knees and slide my fingers into you and watch you fall apart.” She holds onto me tightly. “You’re so wet and hot for me.”
She thrusts her hips so she’s riding my fingers. I bite and suck her neck, leaving my mark against her skin.
“I thought about you, too,” she says between gasps.
“Did you want your boss, your sir, on his knees under your desk, worshipping your pussy and showing the world he’d do anything for a taste of you?”
“Niki,” she pants. She’s on the edge. “I was desperate for you.”
“Are you going to come all over my fingers? I want you to soak them so that when I’m watching the race, all I remember is how you came with my fingers buried inside you.” I pinch her nipples. “I want to remember how these breasts were made for my hands. How you were designed for me.”
“All for you.”
“Good girl,” I growl as she comes. Her body shakes, and she grips me tighter as if I’m saving her from all that came before me.
That I’m worthy of her.
I hold her until her breathing regulates. “I’ve never been woken like that before.” Her voice is deep and rough.
“This is the start of many mornings.”
She turns to me. Her face is flushed, and there’s a golden glow on the outside of her brown eyes. I want to decipher how to make her glow even on her hardest days.
