Southern Attraction (Southern Heart 3)

When my hand finally reaches hers in the darkness, I let her guide us back to her room. We don’t bother turning on the light, using the glow from the moonlight shining through the bedroom window instead. “Come here.” I keep my voice soft and low. When she’s in my arms, I hold her tight, just relishing the fact that we’re here together. Pulling away, I reach for the hem of her shirt and she lifts her arms, doing the same to me once her shirt is discarded.

Her hands find the waistband of my jeans. Once she has them unbuttoned and unzipped, they fall from my hips and to the floor. I reach for hers as well, and soon she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, standing before me in the moonlight. I can’t take my eyes off her as she reaches around and unclasps her bra, then wiggles her cute little ass out of her panties before kicking them to the side.

“Your turn,” she says sweetly. She knows what she’s doing to me.

I slide my boxer briefs down my legs and kick them to the side just as she yawns again.

“Now we sleep.” Holding her hand, we walk to the bed. I climb in first and hold the cover up for her. She takes her spot beside me, curling into my side. Dropping the blanket over us, I pull her as close as I can get and breathe her in. Her breathing evens almost instantly and I know she’s fallen asleep, safe and protected in my arms. My cock aches to be inside of her. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out; a man only has so much willpower. If she were to throw herself at me again like earlier today, there’s no way I’d be able to turn her down.

Tightening my hold on her, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

I feel her hands on me, specifically on my cock. Opening my eyes, I see hers are still closed. Is she sleeping?

“Morning, beautiful.” I keep my voice low, kissing her on the temple. She doesn’t stir or acknowledge my greeting, but her soft, delicate hand continues to stroke my hard cock. In her sleep. Fuck me!

I’m still as a statue as she strokes me and nuzzles into my neck. I’m close and she’s asleep. This is wrong, so very wrong. “Jamie, babe, time to wake up,” I say, running my hand up and down the smooth, silky skin of her back. “Jamie,” I repeat, this time a little louder.

“Mike,” she moans.

She’s fucking moaning my name while she strokes my cock in her sleep. I’m about to blow my load. I need her to wake up. “Jamie.” This time I squeeze her hip.

Immediately she stills, her eyes pop open, and she tilts her head up to look at me. A dark red blush like no other coating her cheeks, she smiles sheepishly. “Morning,” she mumbles.

She’s going to be the end of me.

“Was I…?” She looks down at her hand around my hard cock. “Oh,” she says, apparently surprised. I expect her to pull her hand away, but that’s not what she does. No, she starts again, long, slow strokes.

“Babe, I’m really close,” I say through gritted teeth.

“What do you need? Should I go faster?” Her voice is husky from sleep, her hair is a mess, and those big green eyes stare up at me, seeking guidance.

“Just… what you’re doing is good,” I say, giving in and relaxing against the pillow. “Right there. Cl-close,” I pant as my balls grow tight, my cock hard as steel. She pumps faster and I lose my shit, coming harder than I have in years, even when her mouth was on me. I hear her chuckle and I crack my eyes open to look at her.

“It was a really, really good dream.” She smiles.

“Come here.” I grab her by the arms and gently toss her back on the bed. Rolling over so I’m on top of her, I cage her in with my arms. “Is that how you wanted it to end?” I ask, kissing her neck.

“Mmhmm.” She wiggles her naked body underneath me.

“Your turn,” I say before capturing her tight nipple between my teeth.

Turning her head, she gasps. “Shit, we have to get going.” She pushes on my shoulders to get me off her.

“What? Go where?”

“We have tickets. It starts at noon and it’s after ten. We have to get moving.” She rolls out from under me and runs to her closet, returning with a gift bag that she hands to me.

“What’s this?”

“For you. I’m getting in the shower. We’ll just grab some lunch there if you’re okay with that. We have to leave in thirty minutes.”

With that, she rushes off to the shower, leaving me with the gift bag. It doesn’t escape my notice that when she closes the door, I hear the click of the lock. Smart woman. She didn’t get her turn and she knows how I feel about that.

Reaching for the bag, I pull out a Cubs shirt and a hat. Reaching for my phone, I pull up their schedule and sure enough, they play today at noon. I shake my head in amazement at this woman who is slowly becoming the most important person in my life.

“You like?” she asks, opening the bathroom door, steam flowing out around her. She’s wearing a Cubs shirt and capris which are cute on her.

“I love. Thank you for this. You need to let me give you some money.”