Wait For Me

My labored breaths fill the air as I float back down to Earth, and once I’m breathing normally, she crawls up the bed and curls in beside me.

She wraps an arm around my middle and nuzzles against me, resting her head in the crook of my arm.

“It’s a good thing the kids are gone, because I couldn’t move right now if I wanted to.”

She smiles against my skin, kisses my chest, and sits up. “You don’t have to get up. I can let myself out, and I’ll lock the door when I leave.”

What? “You’re leaving?”

“I figured you’d want me to. This is your first night without your kids in—”

“Years,” I answer for her. “But it’s also my first night with you, and I’m not even close to being done exploring your body.”

Her eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. “You’re not?”

I shake my head and pull her back down to me. “I might not be getting inside of you tonight, but I plan on pulling as much pleasure from your body as you’ll allow.”

She shudders in my arms.

I slide my hand between her thighs. “I want you to feel me here for days, Nora.”

I wake to sunlight pouring in through the window, the heavy weight of a leg draped over mine, and the tickle of hair against my nose. Last night and all the things Nora and I did to each other come flooding back, and I blink my eyes open to look at the woman herself.

Nora might be a virgin, but it’s a complete technicality at this point. I couldn’t take her with my cock, but I made sure she knows how good it’ll be when I do.

If I do.

If she allows me to.

I want her to be sure.

Nora moans and rolls onto her back. Her arm flops over her eyes, and she lets out the sweetest snore. We didn’t sleep much last night. After several rounds of orgasms, we collapsed in each other’s arms, and I awoke an hour or so later with my cock in her mouth.

That’s how the night went—catching bits of sleep between exploring each other’s bodies.

I’m bold enough to say it was undeniably the hottest night of my life. So hot, in fact, that I’m pulled to touch her again.

I’m the moth to her flame. Her body calls to me, and now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to stop.

She shifts again and the sheet slips from her body, revealing her bare breasts. Her nipples pucker tight against the morning air. They have to be sore today. I sucked and played with them for hours last night.

I do my best to be quiet as I move to the lower half of the bed and gently pull the sheet out of the way. Nora’s right leg is raised and bent, her left kicked off to the side, giving me a fantastic view of her pussy.

She’s glistening, her wetness prominent on her folds and inner thighs. Her labia are puffy with a tinge of redness from all of the foreplay last night. There’s no way she could take my fingers this morning—I wouldn’t even try—but I can soothe her with my tongue.

I maneuver myself between her legs, press the flat of my tongue against her core, and swirl it once around her clit.

“Mmm… Grayson?”

I love the way she sounds, her voice low and raspy from sleep.

“There better not be another man eating this pussy.”

She smiles sleepily and blinks open her eyes.

I lick her again, this time probing her entrance with my tongue. When she doesn’t flinch at the intrusion, I push in farther and suck the tender flesh into my mouth.

Her hips roll, and I look up in time to see her prop herself up on her elbows. Her sleepy eyes blink heavily as she watches.