His weight lifts from my body, and he presses a kiss between my shoulder blades.
“No,” I whine. My hands reach behind my back to yank him back against me, not willing to end the moment just yet. “Please stay.”
“What do you mean, little minx?” He chuckles, pushing his nose against my neck.
“I love this feeling.”
“Be more precise.” He nibbles my ear, causing another shiver to erupt.
“The feeling of you, fully seated inside of me. Feeling how you stretch me wide. Don’t go anywhere. It feels so good. I can stay like this forever.”
His laughter vibrates against my cheek. “I’ll be back and we can do it all over again. How does that sound?”
“Yeah, I can live with that,” I mumble with my eyes closed. He slowly gets out and I hear him walk toward the bathroom.
I wish I could walk around with his dick inside of me forever.
“You really have no filter, do you?” he calls out from the bathroom.
“Did I say that out loud?” I peek with one eye open, watching him walk back. His shaft is still hard, taunting me with small jerks as he approaches the bed.
“You did.” I feel how his weight crawls back on top of me. “It’s what I love about you.”
My eyes shoot fully open, realizing what he just said while he showers my back with kisses. I want to be fearless and make him repeat his words, but the addictive flutter moving through my stomach has me chickening out, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks between kisses. “Or do you need another minute?”
“I’m always ready for more.”
I push out a breath, wanting to be as casual about his comment as he seems to be. But as he keeps gracing my skin with his mouth, every kiss feels more loaded. Heavier. Longing. And when he’s staring at me a few minutes later, with his shaft deep inside of me once more, I can’t help but wonder if there is anything else Bodi McKay might love about me?