Perfect Chaos

I feel her slowly crawling up me, and then her soft lips are on mine, dotting sweet kisses from one corner to the other. I use what energy I have left to pucker my lips in a lame attempt to kiss her back.

She chuckles lightly. “Okay there?”

“Amazing,” I exhale.

“You ready to return the favor?”

“One minute,” I answer, blindly grabbing at the air before me. “Just give me a minute.”

Lainey laughs again, taking my feeling hands and slapping them onto her chest. The slippery warmth doesn’t make me recoil or try to withdraw. Not even when she starts moving my palms around, smearing my essence all over her torso. “Thanks,” I sigh.

“Welcome.” Her chest meets mine and she wriggles atop of me, coating me there, too.

“Thanks again.”

She laughs, but too exhausted and overwhelmed to seek out the view, I remain in my shattered darkness. “I’ll let you rest a little.” Her face finds my neck and burrows there, her naked weight spread evenly over mine.

“I just need a minute.”

“Sure.” She feels for my hands and guides them to her back so I’m holding her. And I like it. She’s not clinging to me so I won’t let go. She’s showing me how she wants to stay held. I’ll take it. “You have one minute.”

“Promise me you won’t be gone when I’ve had my minute.”

“I promise.”

That’s all I need. I sigh, turning my face into Lainey’s and locating my last scrap of energy to kiss her hair. I shouldn’t be tired—it’s not even nine o’clock. But I’m smashed. And yet calm . . . because she’s here. With me.MY BED HAS NEVER LOOKED so good. Or felt so good. Actually, I’ve never felt so good. She kept her promise. She’s still here, and she’s unconscious, sprawled beautifully on her back, arms and legs everywhere. She’s forced me to the edge of the bed, but I couldn’t care less. She looks so peaceful; I don’t want to wake her. But I will, because I need to give her some attention after she physically knocked me out with her gifted mouth. Death by blowjob. What a way to go.

I sit up carefully and reach for my bedside table, grabbing a rubber and sliding it on. I’m halfway rolling it down my semi-hard dick when Lainey mumbles sleepily and rolls onto her side, away from me. Her position gives me the perfect view of her long spine and perfect arse.

My morning semi jumps to attention, and I move in, spooning her from behind. “Morning, sleepy head,” I whisper, pulling her hair from her ear and kissing it.

“Morning,” she croaks, reaching for my hand on her waist and lacing her fingers with mine, gripping hard. “Is a minute up already?”

I chuckle into her ear and circle my groin into her arse. “I owe you.”

She pushes back onto me, goading me, and I groan, closing my eyes and reaching down to guide myself to her soft, irresistible pussy. “Finally,” she breathes as I sink into her, my front molding snuggly around her back.

Oh, that feels so good. I bite at her ear, nuzzling into her, the potency of her gorgeous morning scent intoxicating me. “I can feel it’s going to be a good day.” Flexing my hips, I push myself into the deepest part of her, growling lowly and holding myself there as I shift our held hands onto the softness of her tummy and rest my weight on my elbow.

“You’re insatiable,” she moans.

“Only where you’re concerned, Lainey.”

She cranes her head back, her eyes searching me out. The moment they find me, I slowly withdraw, loving the sight of her lips parting and feeling her shallow breaths hitting and spreading across my face. “Kiss me, Tyler.”

I waste no time following her want. My mouth lowers to hers, and I start a meticulous sway of my hips into her arse, diving deeply but smoothly, the rhythm of my thrusts matching the sensual, calm, controlled movements of our mouths. Her hand constantly squeezes and releases mine, her soft, wet tongue lapping and exploring my mouth effortlessly. My mind is capable of nothing except appreciating the pleasure I get from this woman. Everything that’s usually on circle in my brain each morning—my swim, my wardrobe, work—is all discarded to the bottom of my pile of priorities. And for the first time in my entire life, a woman is at the top. I’d even be willing to ditch work and stay here all day long with Lainey in my bed, just so I can be with her. To try and quench my insatiable thirst for her. Problem is, I’m not sure all the time in the world would achieve that. I wonder if the more I get, the more I’ll want? That’s never happened to me. And the out-of-this-world ecstasy I’m in right now won’t allow me to entertain the part of my head that’s wondering how much fucking shit I’m in exactly.