“I’m ignoring that,” I say, reaching for his balls, enjoying the weight of them in my hand.
“Mm, good,” he responds, sleepy.
Only half awake, I run my nose along a bare patch of his neck, then press my lips to the warm skin, lightly squeezing him. He makes the most adorable sounds, shifting against me.
I release his balls and let my hand drift to his chest, thumbing a sensitive nipple. His breathing changes, and he presses his ass against my crotch. I lightly pinch the soft flesh between my thumb and forefinger, which elicits my favorite sound in the world: Silas’s moan.
Cupcake, who has grown accustomed to our morningshenanigans, lets out a small huff and relocates from the foot of the bed to her very large, very nice dog bed on the floor.
Poor baby.
I go back to kissing his neck, this time down the side and onto his shoulder. We had a pretty intense session last night, so I turn on the salt lamp next to my side of the bed, checking to make sure his hole has recovered.
My phone buzzes again, but I do not give a fuck about whatever brunch the Wildlings have planned.
Accustomed to the low light, I pull aside one of his cheeks, one of the few places on his body he’s not inked. He looks good, but still a little loose. I reach across him to the bedside table and grab the lube.
He’s reiterated to me several times that I can take him whenever I want. I’ve always done a check-in, but…maybe not this morning.
I slick my cock and stroke it to hardness. Pulling aside his ass cheek again, I slowly, gently feed my length into the hot clench of his body. He’s so slippery and ready for me. I slide in to the hilt, pressing my hand against his muscled belly.
He stretches against me, snaking his arms back behind my neck. Rolling his hips.
“Pinch my nipples again,” he says softly. “Hard, please.”
I angle us so I can get both hands on him, then do as he asked. His nipples are a bit on the smaller side, or maybe they just seem that way compared to my blunt fingers. I work them up to hard pebbled peaks.
“Oak…” he moans. “Please.”
I grin, giving his nipples a few more swirls before pinching, hard, just like he asked. Sy grunts, throwing his head against my shoulder, breathing heavily. I increase the pressure, pulling on the sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “You’re so perfect.”
I add a tiny little twist to each side, and he sounds dangerously close to coming.
“Don’t come yet, baby.”
He writhes against me. “I might not be able to help it.”
I bite down on his shoulder right as I release his nipples.
“I’m going to fucking murder you in your sleep,” he growls.
“Sure, but then who else would make you feel this good?”
“Fuck. Nobody.” He sighs. “You get to live.”
My cock, fully on board, twitches in his ass. I shift away from his nipples and grip his shoulders as I roll my hips, carefully, gently fucking into him.
“This still feels good? You’re not too sore?”
“I like it,” he says.
Thrusting slow and deep, I run my open palm against his hard abs, bypassing his cock to rub his thighs, letting my thumbs graze the crease.
“Bastard,” he grits out. “Speed up, put a hand on my cock,something.”
I grin, ignore the buzzing phone, and take it up a notch, side fucking him hard enough that the nightstand shakes. The ridiculous dragon dildo, which I set out to dry last night, wobbles, then tips over, bouncing to the floor.
