I set her on the bed and removed her clothes, tossing her jeans and shoes aside. I stripped her down until she was naked then did the same to myself. Sex wasn’t necessarily on my mind, but it was bound to happen.
I got into bed with her and held her. With her body on my chest, her hair trailing down my forearm, she felt perfect against me. Her skin was soft like I remembered, and I loved the way her scent washed over me.
She’d stopped crying, and now her eyes were puffy. Her makeup ran down her cheeks, the smoky coloring wiped away. She looked like a mess, but she was a beautiful mess to me. “I haven’t slept well in a long time…”
“Me neither.”
“I never want to sleep without you again.”
I didn’t like it either. It was weird having a big bed all to myself. It was strange not listening to her breathe throughout the night. I was the one who kept the bed warm, but it felt oddly cold without her. “Okay.”
“Let’s promise to always sleep together.”
That was a promise I could make. “Okay.”
She closed her eyes and tightened her arm around my waist.
I ran my fingers through her hair and stared at her, watching her as she slipped away and drifted off to sleep. It only took her a few minutes to fall asleep. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t follow her.
I preferred to watch her.
* * *
She was on top of me before I was even awake.
She straddled my hips, placed her feet flat against the bed, and slid down my length until I was completely inside her.
That warm and wet pussy woke me up immediately. Even in sleep, I recognized it. It’d been so long since I’d had it that my body was ready for it at any moment. My eyes opened to her lithe body on top of mine, her beautiful tits in front of me. Her nails dug into my chest, and she placed her weight against me so she could move up and down.
A moan escaped my raspy throat, and my hands automatically moved to her ass. I gripped her cheeks and helped her move up and down. I let her put most of her weight on me, using my strength to slide her along my throbbing cock.
I circled her waist then shifted up until my back was to the headboard. When I was in a better position, still partially asleep, I guided her up and down my length again. Her chest was level with mine, her beautiful tits firm and perky. My hips angled up to help me move inside her as she lowered herself onto my length.
Sleep had built up in the corners of my eyes, and I still felt the tendrils of slumber in my gaze, but that made the sex feel even better. It was heavenly, dreamlike. She started to breathe heavily, working her body to take me deep and slow.
I’d missed this.
Her hands moved to my shoulders, and she dug her nails into my muscles. “Crow…”
“Button.”
She pressed her face to mine and breathed into my mouth, her nipples hard and rubbing against me. She bent her knees to take my whole length, hitting my balls before she rose up again. I could feel her ass muscles tightening every time she lowered herself. She was strong—the way I liked her.
She gave me a hot kiss, full of her breath and some of her tongue. “I love you…”
I kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled her down so I was completely inside her. “I love you too.”
“I couldn’t wait for you to wake up.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.” I moved her up again, cupping her luscious ass.
Her arms circled my neck, and she breathed with me as she kept moving up and down, her pace growing quicker and quicker. Her quiet moans became louder, her pussy got wetter. Her legs were shaking from the exertion, but that didn’t stop her.
She was about to come all over me. I could feel it.
She locked her eyes with mine, her blue eyes twinkling like Christmas lights. “Yes…”
I felt her pussy tighten around me. So wet. So tight. I wanted to join her, but I’d rather give her a head start.
She moaned into my mouth, making sexy noises that I knew by heart. Her moans always started off slow, flew high, and then simmered down to incoherent sounds. She did the same now, bringing herself to a climax accompanied by screams.
I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. My cock didn’t have the kind of patience he usually did. I hadn’t been getting laid on a regular basis. I hadn’t even been beating off like usual. I had been too pissed off to feel any kind of desire.
That made my orgasm strong.