A smile spreads across my face, satisfied at that. His breaths are deep and even, and each one moves his back against me.
We’re still together the way he wanted us to be. My cock’s hard inside him, and he feels so tight and hot.
He’s the one who asked for this. Half-asleep and mumbling and still somehow bossy, telling me not to move even if he drifted off.
I planned to give him a break at some point. Pull out before I slept. But I guess I didn’t get around to it.
Stan’s so solid, all muscles and meat. A little tension here and there, but nothing that sets off alarms. I was worried all night that I was too rough on him. But I’m starting to thing he’s into it.
My hand’s on his hip. My thumb’s over his pulse. I hope he slept well after all we did yesterday.
I showed him a side of me last night I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe ever. It was always there. I just stopped listening to it until I had him in front of me, willing to give me everything I told him I wanted.
Now I’m still inside him. I’vebeeninside him since last night. That thought sends sparks up my spine.
He stirs in his sleep. It’s a little wiggle that sends more sparks. I breathe out slow, so my body doesn’t get ahead of me. I wanna ram into him hard and fast. The thought is damn near tempting, but he’s sound asleep, and I can’t push him face down into his pillow and plow him like some goddamn beast.
He groans and eases back into me, like he’s trying to fuse us together.
“Stan,” I mutter near his ear. “You still out cold?”
I close my eyes, waiting for him to say something. The bed’s warm. He’s warmer. Having his weight against me shuts off parts of my brain that I didn’t know could go quiet.
He sighs, long and content.
“Morning,” I grit out quietly.
He whines. “Five more years.”
He’s awake. Barely. But awake. I tighten my arm around his waist and test a shallow thrust inside him. He goes still for a second. Then he melts back into me.
“Oh,” he says, voice thick with sleep.
“You asked me to do this,” I say.
“Yeah, but it’s hella impressive you stayed inside meall night.”
I huff a quiet laugh against his neck.
“You’re so sexy,” he mumbles, moving his body against mine. “Your dick feels so good. And maybe all of this should be illegal to my heart.”
He rolls his hips, taking in more ofme.
I close my eyes to get my breathing under control.
Stan drags a slow breath in. Lets it out while he’s sinking me deeper in him. He’s so tight around me that I bite down on the sound that tries to get out of me.
He turns his face toward mine. His gray eyes open only a sliver, pupils wide, cheeks pink, and mouth soft, just asking for kisses.
He lifts his chin. “Kiss me, Ocean Eyes.”
I don’t know who moves first. But his mouth finds mine in a warm press, tongues tangling the next second.
A soft sound leaves him when he melts back into my chest. He takes the kiss like he needs it to wake up.
He pulls back by an inch, breath catching. His eyes open a little more. Then he smiles, lopsided. “Can’t believe this is real.”
I rest my forehead against the side of his head, breathing him in.
