“You’re going to give me a hickey!”
“Like in high school,” I reminisce.
“Those were never visible.”
“Mmmm, I know.” I roll on top of her and press my pulsing cock between her legs.
“Someone missed me.” Laney slides her arms around my neck and flexes her hips. The pressure is skull-splitting.
“Fuck yes, I did.” The groan that escapes my throat is volcanic.
“Maybe I can help you with your little insomnia problem?”
“What do you have in mind?” As if I couldn’t guess.
Laney urges me off her. The dim light from the lamp allowing me to see the lust and desire for control in her bright blue eyes.
“Lie back.” Laney pushes on my chest, and my senses oscillate from her command.
Fuck, she has no idea how much I need this. How much I need her.
Laney kisses her way slowly down my bare chest, running the tip of her tongue seductively over the ridges of my abs, then teases the exposed skin right above the elastic of my boxer briefs.
A slow death. That’s what she has planned for me.
There are worse ways to go.
When Laney peels my underwear away I become a slave under her hand. I’ll do anything she asks, execute anything she demands. This woman owns me, and I don’t give a flying fuck who knows it.
“Lemon.” I huff as she wraps both hands around my cock and licks the tip of its engorged head.
“Mmm?” she responds, her mouth a little busy. I stretch out in total bliss as she strokes and tongues and jerks my erection.
“Jesus, baby.” She sucks me off until I’m about ready to explode, my cock throbbing, my fingers and toes curling. And just when I feel the first tingles of my orgasm, Laney stops. “Fucker.” I grab my shaft in pain.
Above me, Laney strips off her clothes. Her shirt, her bra, her pants, and her underwear all disappear within a matter of seconds.
“I was going to make you come, but I want you inside me.” Her voice is breathy and full of want.
“I would never say no to that.” I massage both her bare breasts as she straddles me. This woman and her fucking unbelievable body. It’s complete euphoria as her soft, wet heat engulfs my cock, and when I’m completely buried inside her, we both expel a tortured moan.
It’s stimulation overload as Laney begins to ride me. My muscles coiling like a metal spring from the pressure of my arousal.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around Laney’s waist just to get closer, deeper, demand more of her.
“Kam.” She grips my hair and whimpers as her clit rubs against my pelvis and her body rocks against mine. She’s as close as I am.
“I’m right here.” I grip her tighter, a statue made purely of pleasure. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and the tightness forces me to groan. “Let go, Laney. Let fucking go.” I clench my jaw as the warm, wet call of her body pulls the pin on my control.
Laney comes as hard as I do, so loud and explosive I’m confident she woke the neighbors. But who cares? They should be so lucky. Or at least envious.
I collapse onto the pillow, taking Laney’s limp form with me. We’re sweaty and out of breath, but both supremely satisfied.
She’s just what I needed.
She’s always what I need.
I yawn, and Laney smiles. “Mission accomplished. Operation Sleep underway.” She giggles.
I snicker as I tangle my fingers in her long, dark hair. “I suppose you’re going to take credit for my Super Bowl win as well?”
“Of course. Behind every great man is an even greater woman,” she murmurs smugly. I think my super ego is rubbing off on her. But I can’t argue, Laney is definitely a huge part of my success and a key ingredient in the formula. “Now go to sleep, All-star. You need your rest. You have a Super Bowl championship to win.”
“No pressure,” I exhale.
“None.”
