His grin sizzles with desire. “Well, you kind of wore me out last night.”
I nibble my bottom lip as I glance at the time on my clock and realize what we still have time for this morning. “The only question on my mind is, are you fully recovered?”
He rolls on top of me, and I can feel the hard ridge of him against my skin. “Does that answer your question?”
I lift my head to taste his lips. I soak up all the sensations he offers me—the pressure of his mouth against mine, the feel of my fingers threading into his short hair, and the way his rock-hard abs—no, the way his rock-hardeverythingfeels against my naked body.
When our lips part, he reaches over to my nightstand for a condom. “Does this mean you’re okay with skipping out on our run?”
“Absolutely not. I still want to run that half marathon. But—” My smile widens as he sheathes himself. “—you keep telling me how important it is to stretch and warm up before a run, so…”
He slides his palm against a breast, making my nipples harden. “And I can’t possibly think of a better way to warm up,” he murmurs.
Covering me with his body, his mouth takes in a nipple, then begins a trail of wet kisses downward to my belly. Another kiss on my navel. Then lower. And still lower, until I’m sucking in a breath at the feel of him at that place where all my desire seems knotted up.
And it’s a knot he seems to be untying with his tongue.
Holy…
I’ve been on the receiving end of this before. And too often, I’ve learned that it’s one of those things that most men usually don’t do well. It’s like I could tattoo a map on my body, and they’d still miss the mark.
Not so with Dax.
It’s like his mouth is hooked into my brain, knowing just where to lick me. Just where to nibble. Andohhh… just where to moan, letting me feel the glorious vibration of him against me as his tongue slides around the center of my arousal and then downward to where I’m aching for the feel of him in me.
My legs part wider, wanting him more. Deeper. Harder. And he gives me everything I want, taking his precious time as I feel myself clawing upward toward a climax.
Patience is his forte, I’m discovering. Either that, or he’s enjoying watching me come so hard that I scream out his name, climaxing twice against his mouth before he finally comes up for air.
My body is pliant after that last one… melded with the sheets beneath me.
Then, just at the point when I’m starting to think that nothing could possibly feel better than his mouth toying with me to completion… he slides into me.
His pace is urgent now, as though the time that he was holding himself back as he took care of me took a toll on him. And I like the idea of it. I like the thought that I can drive him this wild—that I have such power over him.
He lifts his chest from me slightly, letting my eyes take in the sight of him. I slide my fingertips down his abs to that point where we are joined. I love looking at him like this, disappearing inside me. So primal, and yet it arouses me on so many different, complex levels.
I give in to my most basic instincts at the same time I feel myself simply passing control to him so that I can just savor the feel of this. I’m almost passive in the most indulgent way—justexperiencingthis, letting all the sensations he offers me consume me completely.
Desire whips through me as I arch my pelvis each time he’s deep in me, the pressure of him in me ratcheting me upward to that point where I’m destined to explode.
And I do. Oh, I do so thoroughly, bucking beneath him, my channel squeezing him until I tear a climax from him too, needing to feel him give in at that same moment I do.
Together we luxuriate in the sinful sensation, a whirlwind that lasts longer than I ever thought it could, until finally, he sinks on top of me.
We’re silent for a few minutes. It’s like I need to catch my breath. No, more than that. I need to regain the ability tothinkright now, much less speak.
How will I ever kick off my weekends any other way, after he leaves when fall comes?
He rolls off me and his smile is Cheshire cat-style. “You know, I’m starting to turn into a morning person. What was it you called it once? The calm before the storm, right?”
My eyes flash playfully. “And that was a heck of a storm we just enjoyed.”
“I agree completely.” He cocks his head thoughtfully. “So how about taking a day off sometime? We could do something… I could teach you how to surf.”
My eyes widen. “After what we just did, you’re telling me that you’d rather be surfing?”
He laughs and, with him so close, I enjoy the feel of it against my body.