“That’s because you’re making me feel so fucking good.”
Arlo chuckles, slamming into me roughly. “Oh, I know. It’s okay, Butterfly. Be a good girl and let go for me, will you? Come on my cock, Blair. Let me feel you soak me.”
His words trigger the orgasm, and I come undone. I belong to him, wholeheartedly and entirely, so much that even my body recognizes the command in his voice. He grits his teeth when he feels me come, and groans deeply.
Arlo slams into me, one last time, before filling me up completely, my hands clutching the silk sheets below.
“Fucking hell, Butterfly,” he groans, then slumps on top of me. His arms immediately go underneath me, holding me closely. “You’re amazing.”
I laugh, panting, and trying to regain my breath. “Yeah? Amazing enough for you to keep it inside the entire night?”
“Don’t push it.”
SIX
Blair’s soft body is molded against me. She snuggles further into my chest, and I tighten my grip on her, holding her as close as humanly possible. My free hand is tracing patterns all over her back, almost absentmindedly. All I need is to be touching her at all times, in any way she lets me.
I was awake most of the night, the thoughts keeping me awake. She didn’t have a nightmare last night, and as much as it brings me joy to know that, I also find it extremely weird. That kind of trauma, those kinds of night terrors don’t just go away on their own.
As much as I’d want to believe it’s because of me, I know better. My presence might be calming her down, and keeping the demons at an arms length, but those pesky little things always find a way in.
Something’s telling me I haven’t been keeping my eyes on Blair as much as I should've in recent times, and that changes today. If there’s something serious going on, and I don’t find out in time, I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to her again.
“Good morning, Baby.”
My heart all but melts when she calls me that. I kiss the top of her head, my lips lingering there for a moment longer. “Morning, Butterfly. How did you sleep?”
“I slept well,” she mutters, her voice oozing with sleepiness. A very adorable sight, her nose slightly scrunched. She pulls the covers all the way up to her neck, her cheek pressed against my chest. “Is the meeting today?”
“Yes,” I hum. “Noon.”
“Okay.”
“You need to be there,” I say, choosing my next words carefully. “This has everything to do with you, you’ll be the one calling the final shots.”
“Alright,” she accepts it with ease, and I can’t help but feel relieved. “I’ll come with you.”
“We still have some time before we need to get there. What would you like for breakfast?”
Blair peels her eyes open, staring at me with excitement in those deep brown eyes. They twinkle a little, and a small smile tugs on the corners of her lips. “Can I ask for anything?”
I laugh. “Always, Butterfly.”
“Alright then,” she pauses, pondering on her options. “How about some pancakes, an egg, bacon, and freshly squeezed orange juice?”
“Oh, so now you want to work me to death?” I deadpan, and she rolls her eyes. “Kidding. Of course. You relax a little, and I’ll go prepare everything.”
She whimpers in protest when I toss the covers off me, trying to grab onto me. It makes me smile, seeing her all needy for me.
“I need to get up to actually be able to cook for you, Butterfly.”
“But, I don’t want you to go,” she whines, gripping my elbow.
“Then get dressed and come with me.”
“Fine,” she mutters under her breath, yet I catch every word. “And here I thought I’d be able to sleep in.”
“So dramatic,” a chuckle escapes me. “I can’t exactly go and cook for you if you don’t let me get out of bed, Butterfly.”
