“C’mere.” He clicked the camera to selfie mode, and I turned my face into his shoulder with a grunt. The resulting picture was of Rhys, his blue eyes sleepy and beautiful, his smile glowing with happiness, and me, just a halo of messy dark curls, a chin, and the downturned corner of my mouth.
Rhys shook his head at me, but I thought the picture was perfect. I sent it to Grin and stuck my phone on silent.
I drank coffee leaning against the counter while Rhys ate a bowl of cereal. But though the coffee buzzed at the top of my head, I didn’t feel any more alert than I had when I woke up. The confusion of my dreams lingered in the heaviness of my limbs.
“What do you want to do today?” Rhys asked. Rhys loved activities, and I knew he’d be up for anything I suggested. This was rare time to just enjoy ourselves with no work intruding—the first time like it we’d ever had. But the downside of Rhys being game for anything was that he often ended up exhausted.
I dumped the rest of the coffee down the drain and ran a heavy hand through his hair.
“Let’s go back to bed,” I said.
My intention had been to throw Rhys down on the bed, climb on top of him, kiss him until he fucked me hard, and then make him go to sleep, but somehow I only got to step two of the plan before it seemed like we’d had the same endgame. I felt Rhys’s warm body beneath me and nosed into the hollow of his neck, and the next thing I knew, his big hand was running up and down my back and he was murmuring, “Sleep, baby.”
I surfaced drowning in pleasure, my nerve endings awake long before I was. I kept my eyes closed against the too-real snap of sunlight and just felt. I had a raging hard-on, goosebumps, and two fingers in my ass. The fingers curled to stroke across my prostate and I writhed backward onto them, moaning.
“There you are, sweetheart.” When he was turned on, Rhys’s voice was the dirty, gravelly growl that the world only knew from certain low notes at the bottom of his bluesiest songs. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck and slid another finger inside me.
I loved this. Waking up to Rhys using my body, touching me, showing me that I belonged to him at every moment. I’d told him more than once that I wanted to wake up to him fucking me, but it hadn’t happened yet. As turned on as I was, I forced my muscles to unclench, my limbs to relax into the soft mattress. I wanted to pretend I was still asleep.
“Mmm,” Rhys groaned into my neck as I let out a shaky breath. Then his knees were on either side of my hips and I could feel his hard cock as he pressed forward. He corkscrewed his fingers and my insides felt liquid. Then his heat was gone and a wet, sucking kiss was delivered to the inside of my thigh. Rhys’s tongue slithered upward and he kissed the dimples above my ass. They were one of his favorite parts of my body.
“Want you,” he murmured against my spine, and in response I relaxed even more, face in the pillow, arms outstretched, the picture of peaceful slumber. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this.”
Rhys slid inside me in one burning thrust, and I imagined I was just waking up. The world I woke into was nothing but Rhys on top of me, inside me, around me. The world was just the throbbing pleasure of being opened up by the man who loved me. I cried out as he thrust again, the looseness of my muscles allowing him deep inside.
“Morning,” Rhys said, sliding me up on my knees. “I couldn’t resist you. You’re so sweet when you’re asleep. I hope it’s okay that I just helped myself.”
I groaned helplessly. Fuck. I loved it.
At first I’d been mortified at my response to Rhys talking like this. He’d said something sweet about how being married meant we belonged to each other and I’d gotten an erection. Rhys being Rhys, he went with it. Now it was one of his favorite tools to take me apart with.
“I figured since you’re mine it would be all right.” He grabbed my hips, and I grabbed the headboard, dropping my head between my shoulders. He fucked me harder, until I was crying out with each stroke and had lost control of my muscles. Rhys didn’t mind. He slid a hand between my legs, and it only took one hard drag of his callused palm down my swollen dick before I was coming, spewing over his hand and clenching around him. My vision went black and my body shook and only Rhys’s hand kept me from falling forward.