His hands rub warmth into my arm near my elbow. I inhale his scent of morning musk, and I enjoy it because it means I’m inhisbed.
I should pinch myself to confirm that this is reality, but I feel his cock wide awake against the back of my thigh, and I know that this isn’t a dream.
“After last night, don’t you need a little extra sleep?” I wonder.
He smirks at me before he adjusts our bodies so that I can rest my head against his chest. I eagerly draw circles on his pec with my fingers because his toned physique is a masterpiece that I like to touch.
“I’d rather watch you naked in my bed.”
“So be it, but I’m not going easy on you this morning,” I warn him.
Ford’s fingers caress my back as we lie together, perfectly intent.
“I thought we could head into town for some breakfast, then I need to head to Connor’s camp.”
My head perks up. “You’re seeing Connor today?”
Ford squeezes me closer. “You too. You’re coming with me if you don’t mind watching me teach a group of ten-year-olds.”
I smile. “I’d love to.”
“Good. Then we’ll head to Jolly Joe’s and make our way to the training center after.”
“Ooh, you sound like you have us on a tight schedule,” I note.
Ford snorts a laugh. “No, but we should be out of the house in about an hour.”
A mischievous grin overtakes my face, I can feel my lips curl. I walk my fingers up Ford’s chest. “If we have an hour, then I think there is something we can work on.”
Ford flips me to my back with a satisfied smirk of his own. “What could that be?”
“We have a lot of time to make up for, so I think…” I wiggle and feel between us to grip his cock, and his head falls low as he enjoys my hand wrapped around him to give him a stroke.
“I couldn’t agree more.” He slithers his body out of my hold and down the mattress, disappearing under the duvet. I grab hold of the duvet to inspect what he’s doing, only to find him parting my thighs open and staring at my pussy. “Just checking how swollen you are and ensuring my mark stayed inside of you.”
Fire ignites inside of me from his words. My nipples harden, and my body is awakened with extra sensitivity, including the air that hits my nipples.
“And,” I breathe. “Do you approve?” My voice is uneven, as I’m so heightened and I need his touch.
Ford swipes my clit with the pad of his thumb. “I want to fill you up again.”
“I want that too.” I lick my lips.
I can’t take it anymore, and I scoot up to sitting and encourage Ford to swap places. I straddle him with my knee on each side of his hips. Taking his cock in my palm, I wrap my fingers around him to give him a few pumps before aligning him with my opening and sliding on top of him. We both moan at the same time.
“Take what you want from me,” Ford encourages and squares my hips with his hands.
“Everything feels too good.” My lids go heavy, and my back arches, with my hair falling behind me and my breasts on offer.
Ford sits up, brushing his lips along the curve of my breast. “That’s because only my cock should be inside of you. I was made for you, and you were made for me. Now be a good girl and tell me that you understand that only I will ever make you come.”
I think I might faint. When Ford says these things, he has a determined edge in his tone, a sort of territorial order that he likes to remind me of, and it only turns me on more, especially when I feel him slide in and out of me.
“I understand.”
“Say it, Elle.”
“Only you will ever make me come,” I promise.
