Hours. Asleep. I frown, wondering how that’s possible, when I can’t manage more than an hour or two per night, but I’m too comfortable to linger on that.
“Talk to me,” she whispers.
Not sure I can. All I can do is draw a shaky breath, slide my hands down her slim back, fill them with her round ass.
My body is remembering pleasure. One taste, and it dema
nds more. My cock is hard, trapped between us, leaking. When she shifts to look up at me, she rubs on it and I bite back a groan.
With a snap of my hips, I roll her under me. She’s so small, lying there, and the urge to protect her, keep her with me is constricting my chest. I stretch over her and kiss her neck, her collarbone, her pretty tits.
She laughs and tugs on my hair, the slight sting of pain only serving to turn my dick to rock. “Does that mean you’re okay?”
I have no answer to that, so I turn my attention to her hard nipples and suck on them until she moans. Sweet like honey. Her taste turns me on so fucking much I’m in danger of losing my load then and there, on her smooth belly.
Her hands tug on my hair again when I lift up to kiss her mouth. “Say something.”
“Chocolates,” I say against her lips.
“What?”
“I told you. You’re like a box of chocolates. Dark, milk, white, bittersweet…” I grin and slide my hand between her legs. “And I know where you’re hiding the pralines.”
Her soft laughter makes me grin wider and kiss my way to her jaw, then down her neck. I bite her lightly, slip my fingertips into her wet heat, and her laughter turns into a moan.
I feel so light, like I can float. So warm, and relaxed, and fucking happy. Hopeful. Haven’t felt this way since ever.
“Why do you have to be so goddamn pretty?” I whisper against her skin. “So goddamn sexy, and soft, and kind.”
Too good for me.
“You’re the one,” she says. “The one who’s handsome and sexy and kind.”
My breath hitches. “I want to be inside you,” I whisper in her ear as I slowly fuck her with my fingers. “I’m going to bury my cock so deep, you’ll have no choice but to come as I fuck you.”
She moans louder, getting wetter, and I’m so fucking hard I have to resist the urge to stroke myself. Precum is leaking from the crown of my cock, smearing on her belly, and jolts of arousal shake me.
It’s as if the need has been unleashed—the need for her, the need for pleasure—and I can’t hold back anymore.
She’s so ready, her nipples hard, her breathing fast, her pussy clamping around my fingers. I pull them out and bend over the side of the bed, snagging my jeans and fishing a condom out of the pocket.
I tear the package and roll it on quickly, careful with the piercings and gritting my teeth as the pressure increases. I give my cock one slow stroke, then look down at her…and go utterly still.
Uncertainty is written all over her pretty face. Shit. After the way she took over, undressing, distracting me, taking me in her hand and making me come like that, I didn’t think…
Oh no. Doubt hits me like a lash. “Meg… You’ve done this before, right?”
“Sure.” But she doesn’t look me in the eye.
“Are you telling me the truth?”
Her fine nostrils flare. “Of course I am.”
Okay. So far, so good. “And you enjoyed it?”
She hesitates. “It was okay.”
“Okay? Just okay?” On more solid ground now, I chew on the inside of my cheek to stop from grinning. Not a virgin, and nothing dark to hold her back. Thank God. “That means you had a bad lover.”