He finally pulled his finger from her and brought it to his mouth, sucking off her cream, and hummed at the sweet taste of her. He needed his mouth on her and soon, and guessed he would quickly become addicted to her taste.
“How are you doing?”
She stared up at him. She turned a bright red when she realized her legs were spread wide apart. One of them over his hips and the other knee bent and out to the side. She tried to close them,
but he just shook his head.
“No, I like to be able to look at you. You’re beautiful. Every part of you.”
Brylee relaxed.
“Good girl.” Gage reached for the remote and turned off the TV. He covered them with the blanket and tucked her close to him.
“What about you?”
“It’s fine, baby. I won’t die because of a hard-on. I promise.”
“Can’t I do anything?”
“Not tonight but definitely tomorrow. And just maybe we can try sleeping in a bed?”
She giggled and then closed her eyes and was asleep a second later.
Gage stared out the window at the city lights and stars. He’d told her he wouldn’t die, but he knew he’d be uncomfortable for a while and probably wouldn’t get any sleep, but he didn’t care. She let him touch her and give her another orgasm. The bond between them was growing stronger.
Pretty soon, he’d be able to fuck her any way he wanted, anywhere he wanted. Just that thought was enough to relax him and let him drop off to sleep.
He had a lot to look forward to.
Chapter Twelve
Brylee awoke to the smell of bacon. She looked around and stretched. She didn’t remember sleeping so soundly. She realized she’d gotten more sleep in the last few nights than the previous three weeks altogether.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Are you hungry?”
Brylee looked up and behind her to see Gage standing there, grinning and fully dressed. She smiled.
“I am hungry. Can I help with anything?” she asked and sat up and pushing the blanket off her lap.
“No, everything is done.”
He held out a hand for her, which she took instantly. He led her to the dining room table.
“Wow, this will be the first time we’ve eaten here,” she commented. He helped her move her seat up and then sat in his own to her left.
“This looks wonderful. You’ve made all the meals so far…”
He snorted. “A sandwich, two breakfasts, and popcorn.”
“Yes, but I haven’t done anything. Will you let me make you dinner some time?”
“I’d love for you to make dinner for me.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
“I’m not sure you realize, but today is Monday, and I have to go to work.”
Brylee set her fork on her plate. “No, I didn’t think…”