“I don’t know,” she whined. “Feels too good.”
“There’s so much more to come, little spy. This won’t be the last time. Swear to you, baby, I’m going to want to love you long and often.” Several thrusts later, he whispered in her ear, “Need you with me. Let go.”
And let go she did. As he buried himself deep inside her, groin tight to her ass, even through the condom, he felt a wave of liquid heat encase his cock. When he pulsed for the fourth and final time, he withdrew slowly.
He lowered her leg and slid down in the bed behind her, laying his head on her hip. His fingertips dropped between her legs, random strokes across her slick inner thighs, and he noted the wet spot on the sheets from where her slick had trickled down her bottom leg.
When both of their breathing returned to normal, he kissed her hip and rose from the bed. Disposing of the condom, he grabbed two worn, soft towels from the bathroom and wet them with warm water. After cleaning himself, he returned to bed to clean off her skin. He made sure to move carefully, cleaning every fold, every crease, and dropping kisses along her side, the last one in the middle of the bandage covering her stitches.
Tossing the cloths on the bedside table, he then peeled back the bandage to make sure all was good, then pressed the adhesive back to her side to cover it temporarily. “I’ll change the bandage in a little bit.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. Her body was already drifting off, the adrenaline causing her to crash.
“Never need to thank me, gorgeous. Rest.”
The words were no more out of his mouth, and she drifted into sleep. He, however, did not. Instead, he pulled himself to a sitting position against the headboard, her head atop his thigh, his hand trailing through her hair, untangling the strands that had woven together as they’d made love.
Time to plan his next move.
YOU WOKE ME UP TO DO WHAT?
Glennon
Her brain was scrambled.Everything was hazy around the edges. His voice sounded like it traveled down a long-distance connection, hollow and with a slight metallic clink to it. Even his touch felt strange, like his hands were on her skin, yet she felt like she was outside her body. Not above it, not next to it. More like… inside it as a disembodied entity.
She didn’t know how else to rationalize it.
A feather pillow cradled her head. Crisp, cotton sheets cooled her fevered skin. Her hands lay at her sides, and her legs hung over the edge of the bed comfortably at the knees. A gentle swish of air passed over her skin every other second, and her eyes focused on the ceiling fan spinning above her.
Smooth hands fitted themselves in the crook of her knees and lifted her legs until her feet were planted on the edge of the mattress.
A finger gently traced through her creases and the dew slipping from her core. “Look at this pretty, pretty pussy. So wet still.” The voice mesmerized her with its deep huskiness ashe marveled at her. Warm air burst across her lower lips. “I wonder… does it taste as wonderful as it smells?”
Hands slid from her ankles to her calves, kneading the muscles. Palms settled on the insides of her knees, and his shoulders muscled their way between her legs, spreading them wider and causing her feet to slip on the sheets. Before her legs dropped, his hands rested beneath her thighs, cupped them in his soft palms, then resettled her legs over his shoulders. Those same hands smoothed up the inside of her calves to her thighs until they framed her pussy, the thumbs pulling back the lips to reveal her entrance.
The next thing she felt was a soft, yet firm, swath through her folds, starting at her opening and swirling around her clit. “Mmm.” The vibration of his hummed, nonverbal enjoyment cascaded through her nerve endings. “So fucking spicy,” he murmured as he licked, kissed, and nibbled the flesh exposed to him. “How am I going to avoid devouring you every day?”
His tongue continued its sensual assault. Each stroke was an earthquake, disrupting her soul. The firm pressure stimulated the blood flow. The repeated swirls kept her nerve endings on high alert. The brief suction between his teeth gave her just a hint of pain to prevent her from toppling over the edge. Yet with each action, he drove her closer and closer.
Just as she was about to slip over into the sweetest orgasm imaginable, he stopped.
What?
She heard herself mewl in frustration, barely holding back a curse word or twelve. The bastard.
“Sorry, little spy. I needed you awake for this conversation, and once I thought about waking you up with my tongue on you, no other method was acceptable.”
Yes, yes, yes, please, go back to that,was all she heard in her head.
“Are you with me?” he murmured.
“I’d rather be coming on your face, but yes, I’m with you.”
Wow. That sounded grouchy even to her.
He chuckled. The vibrations rippled through the inside of her thigh, where his lips were gently suckling the soft skin, and produced a series of shock waves to the rest of her body. Who taught men this shit? And why weren’t all men in the know?
“Are you seriously waking me up after the best sex ever to talk? Isn’t that a bit of gender role reversal?”
