Hold On to Me

A soft chuckle rolled off her lips. “This is kind of late for me. Once cupcake wakes for a bottle, I never go back to sleep. I’m wide awake after.”

“Well, I already took care of that,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Brooke took a whole bottle

and then fell back asleep. She’s in her crib.”

Speechless. Alyssa didn’t know what to say other than, “Wow … thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now go back to sleep.”

“I won’t be able to go back to sleep now.”

“Yes, you can, just close your eyes and you’ll fall asleep.”

“You’re so bossy sometimes,” she giggled.

“Sugar, you haven’t seen me bossy. Me being bossy would mean I’d take you right now, all sleepy and tired. I’d lay you flat on your back and just work my way, nice and slow. Hell, you don’t even have to move, I can work it just like this,” he said in a husky voice, demonstrating the movements against her. Holy shit, when had John become a dirty talker? Alyssa’s body relaxed as she pictured him doing it, sliding in and out as he took his time. Her body warmed, wetness coating her as a shiver broke out across her skin. Hell’s bells …

“Your body is so soft and warm right now. I love it,” he groaned as he slipped his hand under her shirt. John’s knee nudged between her thighs, pushed through and rested on top of hers. Their legs were sandwiched together causing her body to warm. He was wrapped so firmly around her, holding her … and she loved it. Dear God, she loved every minute of this. She could get used to waking up like this.

John shifted and wrapped his ankles around hers, locking her in. They were bound so closely together now her nipples hardened as the tips of his fingers grazed the underside of her breasts. Her body went into overdrive, heat spreading through her. He held her in a lovers caress, slowly and gently thrusting his hips against hers as his fingers teased her. Oh, hell. Her body melted into him further.

She did, after all, tell him to push. She was too relaxed and too tired to tell him to stop.

John’s fingers grazed over her breast and ever so lightly touched her sensitive nipple. Alyssa shuddered in his hold, and he grinned to himself. He would tease her just a little …

His fingers circled her nipple in a feathery soft touch and her breathing grew deeper. He could feel the movement against his chest. When her hips started moving against his, John fought back the groan deep in his chest. Not yet …

John continued his torture, moving to the other side and showing it the same attention. And when she arched her chest into his touch, John held her down. A gasp of pleasure left her lips and John thrust into her back showing her how hard he was for her, how much she got him going.

“Again,” she said softly. “Do it again, please.”

“Do what? This?” he asked, and pinched her nipple harder this time and not letting up. Her legs were scissoring between his, but he locked them down and did not allow her to move. She struggled in his hold and knew it was taking her higher by the little sounds of pleasure that escaped her mouth. Her head pressed into the pillow as she let out a long moan. Breathing hard, her chest rising fast, John moved his hand to cup her sex where …

Holy. Hell. Alyssa’s boxer shorts were soaking wet as he moved his fingers around. Her nails found his forearm and she dug into him.

“Want me to stop?” When she didn’t answer, he said, “Good, because I wasn’t planning on it,” he chuckled near her ear.

Their hips continued to roll into each other’s, his dick sliding up and down her plump ass. They were at perfect angles where he could slide right in, if they weren’t wearing clothes of course. John slipped his fingers into the little opening of her shorts, and he almost finished in his pants.

“Fuck …” he groaned as he felt her naked flesh. “You’re not wearing panties. Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

As Alyssa giggled, his finger slid between her wet lips closing around him. Her giggle turned into a sexy as hell moan as John began massaging her, making her wetter. She rolled slightly into the bed, but he still held her. Her silky wetness coated his finger and he added another finger to stroke her. He slid up and down to her opening, but never slipping inside.

“Johnny,” she breathed. “Take me, please.”

“No.”

Alyssa stilled in his hold from his answer, and when she did, he rubbed her clit in circles. John’s hips were thrusting against her. He couldn’t stop it from happening because she was pushing back into him, making him harder.

“Why … why not?” She could barely get the words out.

“Because I said no.”

“But, John, I need …”

“You need this?” He began stroking her so fast that her hips pumped into his hand. He bit down on her bare shoulder and circled her clit at the same time, making her orgasm harder than she ever has.

Alyssa shuddered in his hold. “Yes,” he whispered, still biting her as she released. He continued rolling her clit between his fingers. Her legs were struggling to move, and he knew that by not allowing her to move would only make her orgasm harder.