Harrison’s lying behind me, spooning me, naked in the dark.
His strong hands have been incessantly running over my body, feeling each inch of me as if he’s trying to memorize my every curve.
Once in a while, he’ll leisurely trace my areolas and run his fingertips over my nipples before sliding them down through my wetness. Torturing me as he glides past my clit, to continue his journey elsewhere, all while I try my hardest not to fall asleep.
My eyes are heavy, and I’ve given up trying to keep them open. His teasing is pure agony, but it’s also the most relaxed I’ve felt in a long time.
Tonight, when we arrived back at his home…it was different.
He undressed me, admired my delicate white lace lingerie, then took me in his arms and kissed me long and hard before laying me down to hold me to his chest.
I’ve never felt more adored in my life.
“I had the best night—” I yawn mid-sentence, just as his hard length rubs through my soaked center.
“Go to sleep, baby.” He kisses my temple.
My mouth hangs open, and I shake my head. “Keep going,” I breathe into his forearm, which I’m using as a pillow.
“Is this mine?” he whispers huskily against my ear, and I shiver from the pure rawness in his tone.
He takes my leg and puts it on top of his large thigh, then presses the head of his cock into my entrance teasing me further.
My eyes flutter behind my eyelids, lost between sleep and pure bliss.
“Yours,” I whimper so softly I’m not sure he heard.
His breathing is deep, picking up a quicker pace as he slowly enters me.
Each movement is unhurried and deliberate like he’s trying to keep me in a state of sleepiness.
I can feel myself drifting.
“And if you fall asleep?” he purrs.
“I’m yours. Yours to take.”
Those were the last words I remember, and there’s no telling if I was dreaming of the most magical orgasm of my life or if he fiddled with my body, keeping me in a half-conscious state until I came.
Either way, it was the most sensual and stimulating feeling my body had ever felt.
My eyes open two minutes before my alarm goes off, so I lean over and shut it off, then stand up and stretch.
I look down, and a sleepy smile stretches my face when I see the dried come on my inner thigh.
Guess it wasn’t a dream.
What the hell was last night?
And why do I want it to happen tonight?
“Harrison.” I lean over the bed, whispering against his lips.
His arm shoots out and pulls me back onto the mattress.
“Mmm,” he groans as he pumps his morning wood into my leg.
“Down, boy.” I push off him before he makes me late. “I’m going to go.”
