A pleasant shudder runs through me when he slips his fingers under the hem of my night dress, moving the fabric up as they graze my thigh.
“Dirty dream?” he questions, slipping two digits inside me. “You’re wet, B.”
“That’s what you do to me.”
He groans, plunging in deeper. “So warm... fuck, I need you on me right now.”
I gently tap the back of his head. “Two minutes. Strip, Cody.”
Wriggling out of his embrace, I lock myself in the bathroom to brush my teeth and sprinkle my face with cold water. Cody’s naked when I step back into the bedroom.
The nightlamp is on, and he sits with his back to the headboard, palming his cock, stroking slowly.
The sight makes my knees buckle.
“Do it again,” I order, sliding the straps of my night dress down my arms. It sighs into a heap of blue silk at my feet. Cody pumps his length, his burning gaze fixed on my boobs. “That’s hot,” I whisper. “One day, I want to sit and watch.”
“That day won’t be today. Panties off, B.”
Hooking my thumbs in the elastic, my blue thong follows the night dress before my knees dent the mattress at the bottom of the bed.
“Good girl,” Cody rasps, his big hand working faster. “Now crawl to me.”
Another body-wide shudder shakes me. I’m slick between my legs, every move reminding me how much I want and need him inside. I crawl slowly, my eyes idling between his face and his cock, the head red, angry, and glistening with precum.
“I want a taste,” I murmur.
“Want?Someone’s feeling bratty tonight.” He grips the back of my head once I’m in reach. “Lose the attitude and ask nicely.”
He tries to drag me in for a kiss, but instead, I dive, taking him down my throat fast.
Oops... I forgot to ask.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his fingers spasming in my hair. “Fine. I’ll gladly take this kind of bratty, but not tonight. Come here.”
He gently pulls me off him and helps me maneuver into position, his hands supporting my butt. We both gasp when I sink, loving how he stretches me slowly.
“Don’t move,” he whispers in my mouth, holding me still once he’s balls-deep. “Too good. You feel way too good, B. I missed you.” He forces my forehead against his, taking my lips in slow, biting kisses. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“All those boobs you saw didn’t distract you?”
He pushes my hips back far enough that just the head of his cock remains nestled inside me, then yanks me close again, the sensation setting off fireworks in my head.
“I prefer your boobs.” He pushes me back again, dipping his head to circle my nipples with his hot tongue.
“Mine are small. I’m sure you’ve seen better.”
“They’re not yours; they’re mine and perfect. Round, sweet...” He kisses each one, then my lips as he grips my waist, flipping us over. “Mine, B. Every inch of you is mine.”
He pulls out and thrusts in, hovering over me, the weight of his body soothing me in the best way. Instead of the expected hard, relentless fuck, sex is different tonight.
So much different it has my heart swelling every time he bottoms out inside me. Those brown eyes glued to my face shine with an unfamiliar intensity. Less lust, more affection. Our moves, touches, kisses... different. Deeper. More intimate. More meaningful. Slow, tender, intense.
He cradles my face, kisses my lips, and watches me as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
We can’t get close enough.
A smoldering behind my ribs envelopes my heart more the longer I look into his eyes andseethe emotions raging inside him, and I want—
