Chapter Four
I woke up in my favorite place Friday morning before my alarm went off and before the coffee was brewing, there was a man holding me tight and talking. Does he tell me the same things I say in my sleep when he thinks I’m sleeping? I wonder. I’ll probably never get to know. It doesn’t matter, he’s here with me. Though, this morning he's having a quiet conversation with himself while I sleep. “My sweet, beautiful, Sherry. I hope I deserve you. I hope I give myself to you as freely as you give yourself to me. I want to know everything your heart desires. I want to take care of you and give you everything. I’ve only ever loved you and I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t with me. I never want to experience it again. My happiness, my love, my life.” I absorb his words and the soft whisper he says them in, enjoying his possessive arms around me. He fills me with the love and confidence I need to be part of his world.
The damn alarm goes off and I smack the snooze button, but it’ll only give me nine minutes. I pretend it never went off. Rick squeezes me and kisses my neck, then whispers in my ear, “Good morning, my queen. I love being here with you.”
I roll toward him, squishing my naked breasts against his chest and put my arms around his neck. “Good morning, my king. I love you being here with me.” I draw a line down his throat with my kisses. I feel his hard length on my leg. I reach for the alarm and turn it off. I grasp him and lightly stroke him with my hand, receiving a very happy response. I slide under the sheet and continue to run my hand up and down his length. I lick his tip, tasting the moisture there. I trail my tongue along his thickness and swirl around the tip as I suck him into my mouth. I take him all the way in my mouth, pulling my lips and tongue along his shaft.
“Babe, come to me so we can come together. I want to love you,” he says as he sits up and pulls my lips to his. I grab his hard cock and slide it inside me. He’s exquisite, filling me and stretching me. “I love the way you take control of my dick like it’s yours. It is yours.”
He moves inside me, pressing up into me. His arms holding my body to his and his lips claiming mine possessively. I feel the whisker burn on my face as we move together, slowly stroking and building the heat. His tongue hurried as it moves against mine. He needs this and he’s trying to hold back. I run my fingers down his back and bite his neck hard right at the collarbone. “My body’s yours, baby. Don’t hold back.”
He searches me with flames in his eyes, seeking permission. He lays me back on the bed as he begins to pound into me with need. Harder and harder, he slams into me over and over. Hard and fast and fucking amazing. Driving me to my own orgasm without any other contact, simply his hard love filling me again and again. I tighten around him, squeezing him and he continues with a few last hard strokes as he sends himself into oblivion with me. His face is red and he has perspiration on his temples. I reach for his mouth with mine and kiss him thoroughly as we both come down.
I smell the coffee brew and apparently so does he, “Want to walk over to the Yolk for breakfast with me before I go to the stadium?”
“For sure,” I say as we both get out of bed and get dressed.
We walk to the Yolk and have a tasty breakfast with easy conversation. I love how he always holds my hand when we walk together and always sits on the same
