“You swallowed?” I say against her lips.
She smiles and kisses me. “Yeah.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
She lies down, resting her head on my chest. I hum at the feel of her warm, soft body on top of mine.
She leans up to look at me. “How did I do?”
“Incredible. Perfect ten. One hundred percent. A plus, plus, plus.”
She chuckles and kisses my chest. When I blink, my eyelids feel heavy. I yawn.
“You should rest,” she whispers before reaching up to turn off the lamp.
I drift off to sleep, my arms wrapped around Briar, feeling happier than I have in a long time.
Chapter 31
Briar
When I wake up, I’m alone in Blake’s bed.
Slowly, I sit up and yawn. I pull the covers around me, feeling colder without him. I slept so well, cuddled against his big, warm body.
My sleepy brain thinks about all the filthy things we got up to last night. I’m still wet between my legs from Blake going down on me.
I run my tongue along my bottom lip and smile to myself when I think about how I sucked him off. How turned on he was. How hard he got in my mouth. How he growled when he came.
The look of awe in his eyes when I told him I swallowed.
My smile grows. It was my first time doing all of that, and I liked it. A lot. He liked it too.
I can’t wait to go down on him again. I can’t wait for Blake to teach me more things in bed.
I can’t wait to cuddle with him and fall asleep with him again.
I stretch up and yawn, wondering where he went. For a moment, I wonder if he didn’t like sleeping in bed with me. I think about how I fell asleep cuddled into his chest, just like the night I had that nightmare. Maybe he’s not into that? Maybe it’s too clingy?
A minute later, the door to his bedroom opens. He’s holding a paper bag of takeout.
He grins at me. “Morning.”
“Good morning.”
With his free hand, he gently cups my cheek and tilts my face up. He presses his mouth to mine, leading me in a slow, teasing kiss.
I moan into his mouth. A second later, I pull back.
“Wait, I have morning breath,” I say, embarrassed.
He just grins, gently grabs my chin, and kisses me again. “I don’t care.”
He kisses me harder, clearly unbothered by my unfresh breath.
When we break apart, he holds up the bag of food. “I got you your favorite tacos.”
