Also naked.
And hard. Very hard.
My eyes focus on his morning wood for a moment, the source of my pain and pleasure. The sun isn’t up yet—you’d think we’d sleep in for once—but I can definitely make that thing out in the dim light. He’s primed and ready.
“How did you sleep?” he asks, leaning in to kiss my jaw, reaching over to brush the bedhead off my brow.
I close my eyes at his touch and sigh happily.
“Good. When we did sleep. I am a little sore, though.”
“It’s the sand. Not so great for the back.”
“No, it’s your monster cock. Not so good for my cooch.”
He snorts. “You sure about that?”
“Your monster cock?”
“I think it’s been doing you a world of good. I’d go so far as to say you’re pretty much insatiable. Been thirsting for it for weeks now.”
I glare at him playfully. “Have I been that obvious?”
“Hey, I’m the one catching you having sex dreams about me,” he says, slowing bringing his hand down over my breasts, gently teasing my nipple.
I’m starting to squirm. “I never said the dreams were about you.”
“Who was it about then?”
“Okay, so it was about you.”
“And what was I doing in your dream?”
I gnaw on my lip for a moment, debating if I should tell him.
“I see,” he says with a nod. “You don’t want to ask for it.”
“Hey, I asked you to fuck me.”
“No.” He pinches my nipple hard and I gasp. “You told me to fuck you. It was an order, and I obeyed, a captain momentarily giving in. No matter though, I already know what I want.”
He moves over on top of me and I will never ever get sick of the sight of his mammoth frame, his big, hard muscles bearing down on me. I’m already small but this makes me feel itty bitty, like I’ve been captured by this big bad beast of a man with the heart of gold, a man that takes me and ravages me and…hmmm sounds like one of my favorite romance novels.
My hands go to his back, relishing the feeling of his smooth, bare skin, his taut muscles beneath.
But he moves, sliding down and down, leaving wet, hot kisses from between my breasts, down my stomach, over my belly button, until he’s firmly between my legs.
Big hands slide under my ass, bunching it, and I spread my thighs.
“Just like your dream?” he murmurs, flashing me a wicked grin.
Oh, what a sight. This will be forever framed in my mind gallery.
“Hmmm, I’m not sure yet,” I say playfully. “Let’s see what you got.”
“Sounds like a challenge,” he says before he dips his mouth, placing his lips around my clit.
Holy bejesus!
The feel of his warm mouth sends shockwaves and shivers through my limbs, from the top of my head, all the way to my toes. I start to lift my hips, wanting more pressure, more suction.
Tai pulls back instead.
Tease.
I lift my head and stare down at him. “What are you doing? Don’t stop.”
“Just making sure I’m living up to your dream.”
“Well, you’re not. In my dream you didn’t stop!”
His mouth curls into an amused smile. Then, while keeping his eyes locked on mine, proceeds to blow gently on my clit.
Oh my stars.
My head flops back onto the sleeping back, and I stare up at the sky as it lightens above us.
I squirm beneath him, trying to raise my hips again, needing his mouth to put me out of this delicious torture, but he’s not in a hurry. He slowly blows all the way down to my ass.
Fuck.
“Please,” I whimper. “Tai…I want…”
Use your words, Daisy, I think, but it proceeds to come out in an unintelligible mumble.
He pauses. “If I remember correctly you came a lot during your dream. Very quickly. Can’t have that happen now that I’ve finally got your sweet cunt in front of me. I want to take my time savoring each and every inch of your honey.”
I lift my head again and stare down at him. Dirty mouthed bastard.
His long tongue slowly protrudes. The moment it makes contact with my skin, I’m hissing like a tea kettle.
“Patience,” he says before he spreads his tongue wide, licking up my length in a long, slow stroke, giving my clit a flick at the end.
I throw my arm over my face in breathless despair. “You’re killing me.”
“What’s the rush? You want to come, I want to take my time. I eat things slowly.”
His tongue suddenly plunges inside me, causing me to jolt.
Damn it!
“You’re a sadist,” I mumble. “A secret Dom who wants to make a girl beg for it. The real Tai Wakefield is into torture.”
“Never said I was an angel,” he says. I look down at him and he smiles, his lips glistening. “But I promise you, Gingersnap, I’ll make it so good for you. Just hold out a little bit.”