“I think… I think this is for you to decide, Lex. I won’t blame you either way because I’m just as lost and confused as you are.”
I nod and tug her just a little closer. When she begins wriggling, pressing her perfect ass harder onto me, I mumble, “Andrea, I’m still not opposed to giving you that spanking.”
The threat falls flat, and I know she’s smirking when she does it again. My balls ache with need, and a small stream of precum travels through my cock and seeps out. “Fucking hell,” I groan.
I free my hand from her hold and give a firm and dry slap to the side of her ass. She lets out a small, surprised squeal, and I return my arm to where it was.
“Now sleep, woman, or I’ll throw you out of my room.”
This time, the threat seems to land as she tries to set some space between her and my aching length. I stop her and say, “You can stay there. Just stop wriggling.”
She giggles, and the sound is so delightful that I grin. “Alright, boss.”
Unable to resist, I nuzzle the back of her neck, enjoying the softness of her skin. Then I kiss the tender spot right behind her ear, and she relaxes against me with what resembles a purr.
“Sweet dreams, Coleman,” she whispers.
“They’re always sweet.”
“Really?”
“Mh-hm.”
“What’s your secret?”
“I dream of you.”
The snort she lets out isn’t what I expected. “You’re so cheesy sometimes.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
She shakes her head and gives my forearm a graze. “No, I love cheesy Lex.”
Love…How can four letters hold so much power? How can a single word send my heart into such a frenzy? The days she confesses to loving more than the cheesy part of me, I might combust.
But until then, I’ll fall asleep with a stupid grin, knowing at least some of me still holds a place in her heart.
Waking up in Lex’s arms feels as natural as breathing. This is where I belong, where I should start every single morning for the rest of my life. Nothing will ever compare to the pure, radiating joy I feel as I slowly wake up with his warm breath in the crook of my neck, his front plastered on my back, and his muscular arm around me.
As I come to my senses, I realize his hand is shoved under my T-shirt, and his palm rests over my breast. I can also feel his morning wood tucked between my cheeks, and I wonder if he was hard the whole night.Poor thing…
Maybe I should show him some mercy and help him with it. After all, he helped me on the plane, so it’s the least I can do.
The idea spreads a languorous heat through my body, and I roll my hips in small circles against him. Can I make him come in his sleep? Is that a thing? But more importantly, would he want that?
My stirring seems to wake him up before I can work out the moral implications. His hand on my chest fondles the modest mound as his hold tightens. Then, the warmth of his breath gets closer, and his lips meet my neck for an open-mouth kiss. I shiver at the wet touch of his tongue briefly sampling me.
“Good morning, baby,” I breathe out.
“’Morning, you restless tease.”
He doesn’t ask me to stop my hips from undulating against his erection, so I don’t. Actually, he even begins to rock into it, thrusting in rhythm with me. It’s like he has the ability to rewire my entire nervous system because I swear I can feel the rubbing into my clit.
Too sleepy to fight my desire for him, I arch my back, pressing my ass harder on his swollen length. “I want you,” I beg, not sure what I expect him to do about it.
“I know.”
He doesn’t make a move, though. He keeps grinding against me, which isn’t enough. I can only take it for a moment before I frustratedly tug my shorts down, along with my panties. A victorious smile claims my mouth when he lets out a hiss as I press my bare ass onto him, kicking my discarded clothes all the way off. I can feel him much better with only the thin layer of his underwear separating us. But it still isn’t enough.
