My body was stirred from sleep quicker than my mind, immediately responding to the circular pressure between my legs. My back arched. My hips bucked. My lips released a quiet moan.
My eyes finally opened, and that was when his muscled mass got on top of me, his arms locked behind my knees. His smell was masculine and natural, like fresh air when you walked out the front door. His skin was warm, like a blanket against mine. My body naturally opened for him, and now that my body was used to being ready before I was even awake, I took his thrusts without resistance.
“God…” My nails scratched down his back as I felt him fully inside me, hurting me just a little bit.
It was slow and steady, his sleepy eyes locked on me, his hair a mess from where I’d fisted it the night before. He gave a moan from deep in the back of his throat like an animal, and his dick got just a little harder when he did it.
I lay there and enjoyed it, just as I did every morning. I was woken up by this gorgeous man in the best way possible, his fat dick inside me, his heavy body pinning me to the mattress and making me his.
It only took a couple pumps to make me come, to make my toes curl because his dick hit me in the perfect spot from the start. My hands planted against his chest, and I dragged my nails down, making marks against his skin because I dug so deep. Tears formed in my eyes and streaked down my cheeks to my ears. “Huntley…” It was so good, the best I’d ever had, making me forget every man I’d snuck in to my bedchambers.
His eyes darkened as he watched me come, his face flushing with arousal and adrenaline. He shoved himself deeper inside me before he came, making me wince from his size, which made him enjoy it more. “Fuck, baby.” He gave one of his animalistic moans as he finished, his dick throbbing inside me as it dumped all his seed.
It was better than a fresh cup of coffee. Better than a hot fire in the hearth. Better than a big breakfast of pancakes and bacon. It was my favorite part of the morning, the best way to wake up.
He rolled off me and got straight out of bed.
I rolled over and went straight back to sleep.
“Get up.”
“Mmmm…”
“Baby, come on.” He tugged the sheets down and gave my ass a hard smack.
“Ugh…”
“If you don’t want a dick in that ass, get moving.”
I stayed still. “Can I go back to sleep afterward?”
He was quiet—because he was seriously tempted.
I closed my eyes.
“I told you we’re leaving.”
Oh shit. Forgot about that. Back to the elements. Back to the cold, hard ground. “No…I don’t want to go.”
His knees hit the mattress, and then he was on top of me, his dick hard and in between my cheeks. “You had your chance, baby.” He licked his palm then wet the head of his cock before he pushed against my tight entrance and started to sink.
I was in thick breeches, heavy boots, a tunic made of wool, and then a jacket on top.
I didn’t want to leave, not when this place was so comfortable, when the bed was so soft, when there was a fireplace in every room, when we could sleep together naked and feel hot like a blazing inferno.
He pulled out a couple weapons and set them on the bed.
“Take this.” He grabbed a bow and quiver of arrows and held them out to me.
I didn’t take it, as if this was a test.
He continued to hold them up to me, his eyes narrowed.
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to carry weapons.”
“Not when it’s just me.”
I placed everything over my shoulder.
“I need you to watch my back. Can’t do that if you aren’t armed.” He grabbed a dagger next and handed it to me.
I took it out of the scabbard and examined it before I secured it to my belt.
Then he grabbed a broadsword. “Can you handle this?”
“Psh…can I handle this.” I took it from him, trying not to falter when I realized just how heavy it actually was, a little too heavy for a single hand. “If I can take your broadsword up my ass, I can handle this.”
The grin that came over his face was so cocky, but so handsome too. He took the broadsword out of my hand and handed me one about half the size, a short sword to him.
“I just said I could handle it.”
“You can barely hold it.”
“With one hand, but it’s a two-handed sword.”
“For you.” He continued to hold out the other sword to me. “Now isn’t the time for this stubborn bit. I need you to have my back out there, and you can’t do that if the sword is too heavy for you.”