His hand touches my bare stomach, then skates down between my legs.
Despite my meager objection, I let my legs fall open for him. Arousal stirs at his touch, and I guess it won’t kill me to wait 20 more minutes for sleep.
My head falls back as his fingers move inside me, first just one, but he promptly pushes a second inside. His thumb massages my clit as the other two explore, but to my disappointment, he stops after only a few seconds.
“Tease,” I murmur, when he withdraws.
He chuckles quietly. Then his hands are on my hips and he’s guiding me to roll over on my stomach. I do, not totally sure where we’re going with this, but then he does the most amazing thing—he starts rubbing my back. If this is how he’s going to make up after fights, I think they might be easier to get through in the future. Everything tingles as his strong hands work my muscles, and while I feel positively blissful, there’s a good chance he’s going to put me back to sleep.
Until he stops, nudging my legs apart. His hand passes over my bare ass and I feel the bed shift as he changes positions. I push up to my hands and knees, assuming he’s going to enter me doggie style, but he doesn’t unbutton or unzip. Instead he invades me with two fingers again and begins pumping. This feels different, he’s not just toying with my clit, but plunging deeper, quicker.
“Oh God, that feels good,” I tell him, shifting my ass.
His free hand moves from my hip to my ass, and he gives it a light smack, startling me, but also exciting me. Anchoring his hand on my hip, his thrusts pick up even more speed, and I feel the telltale build of an orgasm. When it hits, it’s like no orgasm I’ve had before. I cry out far too loudly, trembling as my orgasm shudders through me.
I feel like a limp spaghetti noodle as I fall down on my stomach, panting. “Holy shit.”
Then the kisses start. He kisses a trail down my spine, straddling the backs of my thighs. I’ve never been so satisfied in my life, but I won’t object to more kisses. He can do just about whatever he wants to my body right now, I won’t mind.
He moves off me and I hear the covers rustling as he pulls them up. I don’t know what he’s doing until he rolls me over onto my back again. He’s under the covers. Before I can object, he starts dropping kisses along my inner thigh.
Oh, God.
“Vince, I can’t,” I say, laughing lightly. “There’s no way.”
But then his hot breath hits me, his fingers spreading me open, and his tongue delves into me.
I was wrong, I realize, as a breath rushes out of me. I’m so wet that it’s embarrassing, but he’s positively devouring me, and the arousal I thought was exhausted is roaring back to life.
He pulls his tongue back out, wringing a tortured cry from me, and runs his mouth over me, nibbling on me with his lips.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, digging my hands into the soft black sheets. “Don’t stop, please.”
He obliges, tonguing my clit until I think I’m going to die from the building pressure. My whole body tenses as I approach another climax, terrified he’ll stop or move or breathe differently—anything that might interrupt me. “Yes, yes, don’t stop. Oh, God.”
Pleasure explodes within me for a second time. Actually, pleasure is too slight a word for the incapacitating satisfaction that claims me as I arch up, then fall against the bed.
Now I really can’t move. Holy shit.
“That was incredible,” I say slowly. “Holy fuck.”
His laughter rumbles against my belly and I reach down, tenderly threading his hair through my fingers. “You’re amazing. Thank you.”
He lays his head down on my belly and I continue to absently play with his hair. I know I should return the favor, but moving my body is a legitimate impossibility at the moment. I vow to myself I will do it tomorrow. Right now, all I want to do is bask in the afterglow of that awesome pair of orgasms and run my fingers through Vince’s hair.
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Ordinarily Monday mornings aren’t my favorite, what with the early rising after a weekend of sleeping in, but as I make my way downstairs for breakfast, I’m feeling pretty damn good.
Vince was up before me and already out of the room by the time I got up to shower, but I smile, seeing him with Mateo at the breakfast table.
Wrapping my arms around his neck from behind, I lean down to give him a good morning kiss. “Hey, you.”
“Hey,” he returns, sounding mildly surprised to see me. “Sleep good?”
“Oh yes.” I give him another kiss for good measure, lips lingering, before I finally stand back.