She’s here.
In my bed.
Naked and asleep and so god damn beautiful it makes me ache all over.
I watch her for a moment, watch as her features become sharper in the room, the look of peace and innocence on her face, even though I know she’s anything but innocent. Especially after last night.
My thoughts rewind back.
To her on her back, the evening glow on her face.
The look as she came.
The feel of her around my dick, soft and tight and slick, holding me as if we were magnets finally coming together after being restrained for so long.
Fuck, I’m hard again.
And I know I don’t have a lot of time before I have to get up and start chores for the day. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around my cock, squeezing tight until I’m breathless. I slowly slide my fist up and down the hard length, feeling like I shouldn’t be doing this next to her, but doing it anyway.
Then she stirs, adjusts herself on the pillow, and her eyes delicately flutter open. So big and brown and warm as she takes me in.
She’s fucking magic.
She’s all the poetry in the world.
I still, giving her a lazy grin. “Good morning.”
A smile spreads across her face. It’s like watching the sun come up. “Good morning,” she says in this husky, half-asleep voice that makes me inexplicably harder. Then her smile turns sly and it’s like I might explode.
I lean over and kiss her, lips so soft I feel like I might sink into her forever. She responds with warmth, wrapping her arms around me, hands in my hair, fingers sliding over my scalp.
A groan escapes my lips and I move over her, wanting more.
But while it would be so easy to just slip my dick between her legs, I want something she never gave me before. When we were together before, she never let me go down on her. The most I could do was fuck her with my fingers, and while she always enjoyed that, I wanted to taste her, feel her come on my lips.
I give her a wicked grin and start moving down over her body, my rough palms gliding over the smoothness of her honeyed skin.
Her brows raise. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I ask her, my voice dropping as I grab her thighs, spreading them. “Better yet, what does it feel like?”
Before she can answer me, I dip my head between her legs, pausing for a moment before I devour her.
She lets out a loud, breathless gasp as I run my tongue along her and up to her clit, swirling around until she’s pressing her thighs against my head. I smile against her, luxuriating in every sensation, from her salty-sweet taste, to her eager groans, to the way her body starts to move beneath me, so warm, so willing.
She tastes like she’s surrendering, letting go.
Letting me in, in a way she never did before.
I won’t take this for granted.
I’m spurred on, my mouth faster now, my tongue plunging deep inside her until she’s squeezing me, gripping the sheets, her back arching, perfect tits pointed at the ceiling.
I could eat her all fucking day.
But it doesn’t take long before her breaths gets shorter, until her hands find my hair and make a fist, pulling just right. She comes into my mouth, her body jerking off the bed, her cries filling the air before she has the mind to stuff the pillow over her face, muffling herself in case Per hears.
I pull away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, then make my way back up her body, pulling the pillow off of her face. Her dark hair spills around her and she’s breathing hard, smiling, eyes blinking up at me, shining. “Wow,” she says.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” I tell her, grinning at her like an idiot.
She lets out a small laugh, gazing up at me. “I’m sad I missed out on that all those years ago.”
“Don’t be sad. I would have been rubbish back then,” I admit.
She tilts her head and studies me. “I don’t know. You probably would have gotten extra points for effort.”
“That I would have.”
She licks her lips and runs her hands down my back, digging her nails into my ass and pulling my erection against her. “Can’t let this go to waste.”
“Never,” I tell her, bracketing her between my elbows. “But I know that alarm is going to go off any minute.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” she says, another coy look.
Fuck.
She’s right.
I push myself inside of her, so hot, slick, tight, and then it only takes a couple of hard thrusts before I know I’m close to coming. I don’t miss any opportunities though. I reach down and rub quick circles along her clit until she’s coming again.
“Shay,” I cry out, my orgasm sneaking up on me and the world goes tumbling, my lungs breathless, my body shuddering with release. I swear under my breath in Norwegian, lowering myself against her, trying to catch my breath, just as my alarm goes off.
I laugh, resting my forehead against Shay’s for a moment, staring blissfully into her eyes before I reach over and hit snooze.
“Time to get up,” she says to me, reaching out and running her finger over the bridge of my nose.
I playfully pretend to bite it and she giggles, taking her hand away. God, I could just spend the rest of my days in bed with her, hanging onto moments like this one, where everything fades into the background and it’s just us, together again, but better this time.
“I don’t want you to be late,” she says, staring up at me with adoring eyes, a look that jumpstarts my heart.
“Me? Don’t you mean we?” I tease her. “Or was your pretending to be a farmgirl just a ruse to get in my pants?”
Her eyes go round for a second before she bursts
