She placed a leg over his waist. “Joel?”
“I’m here, baby.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back. “Go back to sleep.”
He felt her move and opened his eyes to see her leaning up on her elbow, staring down at him with a big grin. “Joel, you’re home!”
She threw herself at him, and he caught her to him, kissing her. He’d meant it to be soft and gentle but it quickly turned hard. Passionate.
“Joel, you’re back. You’re back. Oh, I missed you.”
The words sent arousal surging through him. He reached down to cup her ass. “I missed you too, sprite.”
She ran her hand down his chest. He rolled her onto her back, looming over her so he could study her features. He ran a finger under her eye. “You look tired. You should be asleep.”
She shook her head. “I don’t need sleep. I need you. Please.”
He groaned. “I should be strong enough to resist, but I’ve spent these last few days wanting you, thinking about all the things I would do when I got back to you.”
He kissed her again before pulling back and reaching for the bottom of the T-shirt she was wearing. “Stealing my shirts, sprite?”
“I wanted to feel close to you, Sir.”
He smiled. “You can steal my clothes anytime. But when you’re in bed with me, you’re naked. I might have to punish you for that.”
“If you must, Sir, I shall suffer through your barbaric punishment.” She placed the back of her hand on her forehead dramatically.
“Oh, suffer, will you?” He whipped the T-shirt up over her head and started tickling her. She laughed. Damn, how he’d missed that sound. With all the shit he’d been mired in these last few days, her laugh was like a shower cleansing his soul. He felt lighter instantly.
“Mercy! Mercy!” she called out.
He straddled her hips. He couldn’t go slow tonight. He needed her too much. “There’s no mercy for you. Place your arms above you head and keep them there.”
Her eyes heated, her body melting beneath him. “I want to touch you, Sir.”
“You’ll be touching me, not just with your hands.” He swung off her then moved her down the bed before kneeling over her once more. Only this time, he straddled her head. He placed one hand flat on the mattress and grabbed his cock with the other.
“Open up, pet.”
She opened her mouth and he slid inside. Fuck. Her mouth was hot and wet, wrapping around him, sucking him in. Jesus. Maybe this was a bad idea. He was already on edge and her mouth threatened to send him over. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, taking him as deeply as she could.
“God, sprite, you have no idea how good you feel around me. I could die a happy man.”
But this wasn’t where he wanted to end things and, all too soon, he drew back, moving down her body. He suckled on her nipples, biting them gently then lapping at them with the flat of his tongue. He laid next to her and reached down to cup her mound. “Spread those legs. Are you wet for me, pet?”
“Yes, Sir. I want you. So badly.”
“I know I haven’t been gone that long but being without you has been hell.”
“For me too.”
He climbed off the bed. His control was shot. He needed to have her. He grabbed a condom from the drawer by the bed and rolled it on before moving back to the bed.
“On your hands and knees, pet.”
She rolled over and he slid in behind her, running his hands over her ass. He gave it a sharp slap and she cried out. He grabbed hold of his cock and guided himself inside her, sliding deep. She cried out, her pussy fluttering around him. She took him easily. She was so wet for him.
“Pet, you feel too good. I can’t last.”
“Take me, Sir. Please. Please.”