May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

Then, while my eyes stayed locked on her face, I crawled onto the bed and moved until I was lying down beside her. Not touching, but so close that I might as well be.

She started to inch closer, but when she did, I sat up and grasped the comforter that’d been kicked to the end of the bed, tossing it over the both of us.

The moment it settled into place, I hauled her to me and turned her so that she was facing away.

When her back was pressed to mine, she wiggled and scooched her body until it was in line perfectly with mine. My cock was pressed tightly to her ass, splitting the seam of it and causing me to nearly groan.

She felt so fucking hot.

I moved until I could maneuver her sweatpants down her legs, and she helped me when they got to her knees by kicking them off.

She did her shirt on her own, leaving her in a bra and panties.

Since this was a normal occurrence—me sleeping naked and her in her bra and panties—at first she likely thought we were just going to sleep.

But we wouldn’t be sleeping.

Not for a while.

Since neither of us had to get up tomorrow, we weren’t pressed for time.

So it didn’t matter when we went to bed, because we could sleep as late as we wanted.

Meaning, she’d get her sleep—afterward.

She wiggled back into me, and the feeling of her warm flesh under my palms had me groaning inwardly.

God, why was she so fuckin’ warm?

I pressed a kiss to the spot just below her ear, causing her to shiver.

“We aren’t going to sleep, are we?” her voice whispered into the darkness.

“Nope,” I said. “We’re not.”

She wiggled again, this time removing her panties.

My naked cock pressing up to her naked backside? Heaven.

Then her back was peeling away from my chest.

“Undo my bra,” she ordered.

I did, and she pulled that off seconds later, too.

“Better,” she said as she snuggled back in, tangling her legs with mine.

I moved so that I could press my nose to her hair.

Cherries and vanilla.

She smelled like a cherry cheesecake.

Which made me hungry.

She shifted again, this time bringing her leg up and over mine, widening her thighs and twisting around until my cock lodged itself where she wanted it—against her pussy.

I grinned when she once again closed her legs.

“Impressive,” I murmured.

“I got skills,” she teased.

I brought my thumb up and swept it across the nipple that I could feel poking against my forearm.

She hissed in a breath of surprise.

I did it again and she wriggled.

God, the wriggling was killing me. Slowly and surely.

The wetness of her pussy was bathing my cock, and I was nearly cross-eyed as I forced myself to stay still. Her adding the wriggling into the mix? Yeah, this cuddling thing wasn’t going to be considered cuddling for long.

I moved my hand up to palm her breast, causing her to inhale sharply.

Again, she wriggled.

Jesus help me.

I couldn’t stop myself from pumping my hips once, sawing the length of my cock between her pussy lips and inner thighs. Just one pump of my cock, but it was enough to coat it completely with her juices.

I could feel the tip of my cock being kissed with cool air and nearly groaned when she reached down between her legs and circled the head with one finger.

I bit down lightly on the cord of her neck.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “You kill me.”

“I kill you?” she chuckled. “Try the other way around, Lou.”

I loved it when she called me Lou. Or Louie.

Hell, I’d take asshole from her if it meant that she was still talking to me.

“I’m not trying to kill you,” I told her honestly. “I kind of just wanted to cuddle. I missed you.”

“Cuddle later.” She laughed, digging her nails into the hand that was still cupping her breast. My thumb ever so slowly was swiping over her nipple. In an unhurried fashion, and definitely not in a rhythm that she could anticipate the next move.

I licked my lips, tasting salt.

Then I moved so that I could drag my tongue along the length of her neck, stopping just below her ear.

She breathed out slowly, her nipple pebbling even harder in my hand.

Then she moved her ass, this time purposefully, and caused my cock to tunnel through her folds again.

But she didn’t stop at just once like I had.

She continued to do it. Over and over again, keeping her hand at the front of her thighs so that her fingers could touch my cock head when I reached the end.

“Jesus, baby,” I said softly. “I just wanted to cuddle.”

She snickered and tilted her hips, this time when I went to tunnel forward, I pushed straight into her tight pussy.

My hand on her breast tightened as ecstasy rushed through me.

Being inside her any time was a treat. Being inside her after denying myself the privilege was like coming home after a long day.