This was about looking after her.
Stop thinking with your damn dick.
Then she drew her mouth away and turned on his lap, putting her mouth back on his neck to suck and lightly bite. She moved her hips up and down, rubbing herself against him.
Maybe she wasn’t as sleepy as he’d thought.
“Do you need to come, girl?” he asked in a low voice.
“Uh-huh. Yes. Touch me? Please?”
“Good girl for using your manners.”
Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say that. He waited for her to react. But she just started kissing along his chest, down to his other nipple. She ran the flat of her tongue over it.
“I want to taste you.”
“Sure, girl?”
“Yes. Yes, I need to.”
“If you’re too tired then we don’t—”
She looked down at him with such a ferocious glare that amusement filled him. Lord, she was a handful. More than a handful.
But he wouldn’t have her any other way. He grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing them firmly. She rose up, then kissed him. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
He moved one hand up to the back of her neck, holding her still as he kissed her. He wasn’t capable of letting her take the lead for too long.
“Please. Please,” she begged as she kissed down his chest.
“Stand up,” he ordered. “Strip off your tracksuit. You can leave your socks on. And your panties,” he added. He didn’t know if she was wearing a pad or tampon, but thought she might be more comfortable leaving her panties on.
She drew everything off hastily. Then she was standing there, heaving for breath. Her full breasts moved up and down, and he drew her between his open legs. Cupping one breast, he held it up so he could lap at her nipple. He knew that nipples could be far more sensitive when a woman was on their period, so he was careful.
But it didn’t seem to affect her. So he sucked on the tight bud. She moaned. He moved one leg between hers, encouraging her to settle down on his thigh as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
“Fuck, girl. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“And I still think you might need glasses.”
“You’re also a brat,” he growled. He grasped her chin firmly. “None of that or you don’t get my cock in your mouth.”
Her mouth opened as she gasped. “What? No! You can’t do that.”
He shrugged. “You know what not to do if you want my cock.”
“Fine . . . fine . . . I’m beautiful, gorgeous, whatever. Just please. I need it.”
“You’re like an addict,” he muttered, trying to sound disgruntled when he was anything but.
Having her so eager for his dick was a huge turn-on, he wouldn’t lie.
“Yep. So please.”
He gave her a nod then grabbed a cushion, placing it between his feet. She slid to her knees carefully, then started undoing his jeans. He hissed as she finally freed his erection.
Fuck. About time.