I play her clit in the same lazy rhythm I thrust into her, savoring the way her pussy clenches around me, the way her breath hitches the faintest bit when I hit deeper.
She’s still asleep, but her body’s waking, starting to respond, and I know it won’t be long before her mind catches on.
Releasing her hip, I slide my hand up to her breast, massaging the weight of it. My hips keep that slow, steady motion, rocking back and forth, keeping her trapped in dreamland.
“You’re beautiful.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the edge of her jaw. “Mine to touch, fuck, and love.”
My orgasm starts building alongside hers. The way she pulses along my shaft feels way too good, too fucking perfect. Her breathing pattern changes, hitching faster and leaving me just a few precious seconds of her dream.
I groan, dragging my cock almost all the way out, just the head left inside her, then bottom out, pushing against the sweet spot that makes the first sound slip past her lips.
“That’s it, hellcat, you’re close, aren’t you?”
I work her clit faster, each circle sharper, my thrusts picking up pace in perfect rhythm. Her legs twitch, hips shift into mine, and the pulse of her pussy tells me she’s teetering on the edge.
I want her orgasm before her mind catches on. Before she wakes and reality creeps in. I want her to know she’s mine. That I’ll love her, fuck her, and keep her safe as long as she allows.
“Shh, not yet, not yet, baby.” I grit out in her hair, pressing down on her clit with more intent. “That’s it.”
Her fingers twitch on the sheets. Her hips push back and a sleepy moan fills the room. She’s almost there, both awake andcoming, burning in my arms, chasing something her mind can’t fully comprehend yet.
I fuck her harder, faster, groaning in her ear at how fucking good she feels. And she gasps, moans, arches into me, her thighs shaking when her orgasm crests. Her pussy milks my cock as I drive in and out, prolonging the high coursing through her veins.
“Koby...” she breathes, her legs parting wider.
“You’re perfect, hellcat,” I whisper, kissing the sweat-damp skin of her neck. “Stay soft for me. Don’t move.”
She melts in my arms again, and I fuck her through the aftershocks and straight into another orgasm.
She moans louder. I catch her jaw, turning her head so I can swallow the sounds. Heat burns behind my ribs as I bottom out and hold there, spilling inside her with a guttural grunt.
“Jesus, baby...” I breathe, forehead pressed to hers, fingers splayed across her stomach to keep her ass flush with me.
“Morning,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my arm.
I chuckle, my cock throbbing inside her. “I guess it is. A very early morning.”
She stretches, making a cute, sleepy little noise before tucking her face back into the pillow. “You kept your promise.”
“You hurt my ego when you gave up hope I’d do it... and I couldn’t sleep.”
Her hand slips over mine, unclasping my grip from her breast to lace our fingers together. “You saw me with Anton whenever you closed your eyes, didn’t you?”
I don’t answer, and I guess my silence is confirmation enough because she squeezes my hand twice.
“I’m here, Koby. It’ll be okay, I promise. He won’t take me back. Not alive, anyway.”
“Fuck. Don’t say shit like that.” I push up on one elbow. “I’ll be watching you the whole time. I won’t let him take you. I promise.”
She smiles, the soft curve of her mouth calming me faster than Xanax.
“Good. Now get back to sleep.” She lets out a theatrical sigh. “Wake me up with another orgasm if you must.”
32
Koby
The vast dining room smells like coffee and toasted bread. Someone left the patio doors cracked, adding the scent of freshly mowed grass to the mix.
