“Oh. Well, good then.”
“And it’ll get better, Sunny-girl.”
She giggled, the sound making me smile. “If it gets any better, I might not survive.”
I bent low and kissed her. Sweetly. Softly. “I’ll catch you, baby. I promise.”
She pulled me to her chest, and I rested my head against her warmth.
“Okay, then. I look forward to it.”
And for the first time in years, I fell asleep with my Sunny beside me.
I never wanted to be without her again.19LincI woke with Sunny curled around me. She was awake, tracing abstract designs on my chest with her finger in long, lazy motions. I snickered. “Is this a game, Sunny-girl? Am I supposed to guess what you’re writing?”
She tilted back her head, smiling at me. Her dark eyes were soft and warm, her smile wide. Her hair was a total mess from my fingers, and I spied a small bite mark or two on her neck. I had a feeling I was going to hear about those marks later. But for now, we were good.
“No, I was enjoying touching you.”
I grinned. “Touch me all you want, Sunny.” To demonstrate, I spread my arms wide. “Everything you see is yours.”
She pushed up on her elbows, a mischievous look in her eyes. Her fingers danced down my chest, drifting lower. “Everything?”
I groaned as her fingers ghosted over my cock. He was ready to be owned by her, growing steadily and tenting the sheets. She bit her lip, sitting up and straddling my thighs, gazing down at my dick, her eyes wide.
“You look as if you have a problem there.”
I reached for her face, cupping her cheek and stroking it with my thumb. “If I remember right, you were a great problem solver, Sunny.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, tracing along my shaft with her finger. Up, down, over, circling the crown, then repeating the circuit. She added her thumb, swirling it along the head, making me groan low in my throat when she wrapped her hand around me. “I am good at zeroing in—” she pumped me “—on the issue.”
“Oh god, yes. Zero in, Sunny. For the love of god, zero in.”
Bending over my torso, she hovered over me, her mouth almost touching mine. Her breasts brushed against my chest, her nipples teasing the hairs scattered along my skin. She licked my jaw, trailing her tongue along my neck and shocking me when she bit down at the juncture, sucking in the skin with a sharp nip.
She winked. “Payback.”
Before I could even react, she sank down on my aching cock. I shouted, gripping her hips at the sudden rush of heat, the warmth enveloping me. The intense pang of pleasure that shot through my body.
“Fuck, Sunny.”
“Yes,” she deadpanned. “That is exactly what I had in mind.”
Then she began to move. Long, slow rolls of her hips. Pressing down, lifting up, stroking my cock with her inner walls as I groaned and hissed at the sensations. She grabbed my hands, lifting them to her breasts. I fondled and stroked her nipples, held her full curves in my hands as she moved over me. She bent backward, her hair brushing my legs as she took me deeper than I had ever been before. Her walls clamped down on me, rippling and clenching around my shaft. The effect of her altered position blew my mind.
Destroyed any control I thought I held.
Cursing, I grappled for purchase on her hips again, straining to get closer. Thrust up into her warmth. Shouted her name. Came without warning. My cock pulsated, emptying within her. Sunny gripped my thighs, a low, pensive cry escaping her lips as she arched and shuddered.
“Linc,” she moaned. “Linc…Linc…Linc.”
Then she collapsed on my torso, breathing heavily. I wrapped my arms around her, cuddling her to my chest, lost in the moment of warm intimacy with her. I dropped kisses to her head, whispering words of adoration and love to her. “Sunny, baby…” My voice trailed off.
She lifted her head, sleepy and sated. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
She tapped my chin, a goofy smile on her lips. “Hi.”
I chuckled. “Did I fuck the words right out of you?”
She giggled. “I think I was the one fucking you, Linc.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
She wiggled a little. “I am dirty.” She wrinkled her nose. “Messy.”
I chuckled. “How about a shower?”
“Sounds good.”
“Then pizza?”
She hesitated.
“Would you like something else?’
“I love Chinese. I mean, love it. Where we lived in Nova Scotia, we knew an Asian family that had a restaurant. It was amazing and I was spoiled. Their noodles and ginger chicken were so awesome. I crave them. Mission Cove has one place, and it’s pretty bad. There must be some good places here?”
“There are and, in fact, there’s a great one close. I’ll order us all your favorites.”
She pushed off my chest. “Race you to the shower.”
I watched her hurry away, enjoying the way her hips swayed and admiring the curve of her ass. She always had a great ass—even in our teens. It was the only thing that made watching her leave enjoyable. Still, I jumped from bed and followed. I wasn’t ready to let her out of my sight yet.