Me: I want to see you.
Carla: Is your dick still missing me?
Me: Something like that.
Her text didn’t come straight back so I rang her.
“Havoc,” she murmured into the phone.
“You sound sleepy.”
“I’m tired. You must be so tired.”
“I’m way past tired. I need you in my bed tonight.”
She didn’t speak and I wondered if she was still on the line.
“Carla?”
“I’m here. I was just trying to figure out if I could remember you ever telling me you needed me. I liked the sound of that.” Her sleepy voice had turned into her sexy voice, one I couldn’t get enough of.
“I’m gonna come pick you up.”
“You’re one persistent man. As much as I want what your dick wants, I’m not sure I have the energy for sex so maybe we should just catch up tomorrow.”
I gripped my phone harder. “I’m not asking for sex tonight, angel.”
Silence again, and then, “Come get me.”
Thank fuck.
* * *
I pulled Carla tighter against me in the bed. Her back was to my front and my arm had her securely in my hold. Burying my face in her hair for a moment, I said, “Whatever the fuck you washed your hair with tonight, you need to always wash it with.”
Her body shook gently with laughter. “So damn bossy,” she murmured, almost asleep.
My hand cupped her tit. “You fuckin’ love that about me.”
She wiggled against me. “No sex, Havoc. I’m too tired.”
“Babe, I can keep my dick in my pants, but I need to hold you, so the boob stays in my hand.”
Her hand moved over mine and she kept it there. “I do love that about you.”
“Go to sleep. You need all the rest you can get because tomorrow morning, I’m going to wear you the fuck out.”
I fell asleep faster than I ever had.
* * *
Fuck.
I groaned as I regained consciousness.
“What time is it, darlin’?” I asked Carla as she worked my dick with her hand. It was dark as hell in the bedroom. I figured it couldn’t be any more than three in the morning.
She bent and whispered against my ear, “I don’t know. All I know is sleeping next to you makes me horny as hell and I need to get this dick inside me faster than you can say please.”