Slow and deliberate, he pushes deeper into me. Cradled in his arms, he fucks me with his finger while murmuring sweet words into my ears about how good I feel and how gorgeous I am. His tenderness ensconces me in the sensation of just being adored like the queen he teases that I am. His unhurried ministrations seem as much for me as for him. The pleasure coursing through me is mirrored in the energy wafting off him. This isn’t just about getting me ready for him. This is about both our pleasure.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he murmurs, pushing a second finger inside me.
“Sorry.” I wince just a bit, my body adjusting to him.
“Don’t apologize for that.” He presses a tender kiss to my temple. “It just means I get to take my time with you. Making you come over and over before sinking into you.” He rubs my clit with his thumb. “We’ll go slow but let me know if it’s too much.”
“It’s good… I’m good…” I breathe, moving my hips against his working fingers.
“You’re perfect.” He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, our tongues meeting in a long embrace.
The gentle caresses and deepening thrusts guide me closer to the edge. With the crook of his fingers inside me, I fall. The waves of climax slam away my ability to do anything but cling to him.
“I’ve got you.” He takes my mouth in a tender kiss. Its heat soothes the aftershocks of orgasm, bringing me back to reality. A reality with this man.
“And I’ve got you.” I raise my hand to his cheek.
20
MILE TWENTY
MY SISTER AND YOU?
Garrett Marlowe is snuggling me. He’s a snuggler. The rightness enveloping me at waking up in his arms makes each morning not snuggled up against him wrong.
“Good morning,” he says, his sleep-drunk voice husky and low.
“Morning.” I sigh, contentment dripping through me. “I like that you’re a snuggler.”
“It helps that you’re snuggly.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Do I have more nights of you cuddling me in our future?” I dance my fingertips over his chest.
“Yes.” He grips my bare ass. “Especially when you wear this.”
“I’m naked.”
“Exactly.” He presses tickling kisses against my neck, causing me to wiggle with giggles.
“Stop being cute.”
“Ditto.” He combs his fingers into my messy tendrils. “What are your plans for today?”
“It’s Sunday, so a lazy morning before I have to meet my grumpy running partner for our afternoon training session.”
“I take it last night means you’re not done with him?” His mouth quirks.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be done with him.”
“Good… Pretty sure the feeling is mutual.” He nuzzles my nose with his.
“Hope you don’t get too jealous of him.” I bat my lashes. “He’s rather sexy.”
He pushes me onto my back, holding his muscular body over mine. “Interesting because I have a mouthy running partner, who’s sinfully sexy. Hopefully, you don’t get jealous of her.”
“Mouthy?” I hum. “You didn’t complain about my mouth last night.” I wrap my legs around his waist, letting out a hissed breath as his hard cock brushes my center.
“I have a newfound appreciation for your mouth.” He moves against me, cranking the switch on and lighting me up with desire.
