“Hmm...You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re horny.”
“I am,” he admits and I grind my ass against him just to tease him a bit.
“You’re bad, Bethany, and bad one’s get spanked. You better watch it or I’ll pull those panties down, then you’ll be begging to be fucked.”
“Jesus Christ, why do you have to say shit like that? Our son is right next to us. I can’t go at it; you know I could never be quiet when you were in full-on pound town mode.”
He chuckles, and it sends tingles all over me. He sounds absolutely delicious. “Fine, but I’m having some fun,” he declares as the palm resting on my stomach flattens and skims under the elastic of my panties.
“Ummm…whoa, buddy,” I sputter as his palm rests over my clit and he applies some pressure.
“Enough being patient,” he grumbles, his soft lips coming to my neck where he nips and sucks the tender area.
Holding my breath so I don’t squirm and intensify the erotic tingles, I go with it, closing my eyes in the moment. It takes everything in me not to be loud with him. I don’t know what it is, why he gets me so flustered like he does, but it’s like his hands are magic.
I have to be quiet, but it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his touch, the feeling of him holding me so closely to him. I’ve wanted Nightmare since the first day I set my eyes on him. He’s absolutely crazy if he doesn’t realize how gorgeous he is or how women gawk when they see him. Fucking sinful is more accurate.
His middle finger dips between my folds making me gasp. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him. Everything is right on the edge, wanting to explode and waiting for his next move.
He leans over a bit and I turn my face to him, letting him take my mouth with his. As his tongue strokes mine, his finger sinks into my depth. He catches the moan that attempts to escape from my lips, keeping all of me for himself.
Pulling my bottom lip between his, he bites it, just rough enough to make my eyes pop back open. He’s wearing a wicked smile. The fucker knows he turns me to putty with his touch.
“Feel good, dollface?”
“Yes, fantastic.”
“Oh yeah, that good, huh? How about when I do this?” He dips another finger in, moving them in long strokes. His thumb circles my clit at the same time, and it’s a miracle I can breathe or think through the sensations.
“Fucking shit,” leaves me on a breathy gasp. So unladylike but I could care less. He knows exactly what it means.
“Yeah?” he growls, his teeth biting at my bottom lip again. My eyes roll back, submitting to his blissful torture. Smelling him, feeling him, hearing him—all have my body waving the white flag to whatever he wants to do with it.
His fingers plunging in deep has my mouth popping open. He uses the opportunity to kiss me again. It’s the feelings that the best types of dreams are made of. The twists and flutters spiraling all around as you’re enraptured in the sweetest bit of euphoria between a man and a woman.
“I want you seeing motherfuckin’ stars when you look at me, baby,” he admits. If he only knew. He’s been making me see stars for far too long already.
“I do, oh God, I do.”
“Fireworks, Bethany.”
His growl has me wanting to climb over him and ride him like a fucking cowgirl. I’m not one, never have been, but pretty sure I could give him one hell of a ride to convince him differently.
“I do.”
“Swear to me.”
“I swear.” I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear. The only thing clouding my mind is the building orgasm and the fact that it’s Nightmare giving it to me.
“It’s what I saw when you had my cock in your mouth—stars. Fucking bright-ass stars and your beautiful face. Had me shooting my load off like no other.” His finger presses against my nub harder, and the breath catches in my throat.
“Now, dollface, give me more fucking stars,” he orders, pressing his fingers in me, stroking quicker, and I explode.
My pussy quivers with delight, attempting to pull him in deeper as my body rides the wave of pleasure. The wave that only Nightmare makes me feel whenever I’m with him—no one else. No other man can play my body so easily and make it do whatever he wants it to; they never even come close.
“Night.” Groaning, my hand clutches his forearm to me, not letting him move away immediately. The aftershocks flutter through, and he waits patiently while dropping kisses all along my neck. I could lie here and let him pepper kisses all night long and be a happy woman.