I wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented to have a warm body pressed up against mine. And I’m aroused even before I consciously place myself in the cabin and name the person next to me as Abby.
She stirs in her sleep and reaches for me. I pulled on boxer briefs before we went to bed, but she’s naked, and before I can think about grabbing the last condom, she’s on top of me.
“Want you to be my…” she murmurs.
“I’m yours.” I grip her hips and guide her against my erection. The cotton of my boxers can’t feel good, so I shove them down.
I don’t need to be inside her, just against her—fuck. Yes.
The warm, soft slick of her pussy glides against the underside of my cock as she settles on top of me.
“Baby,” she breathes.
“I’m right here.”
“Daddy…”
I groan and thrust my hips, gripping her body as I work us together. “You’re going to make me come, princess.”
“Mmm. Want you to come in me.” Her sleepy confession drives me wild.
I roll her over so I can change the angle and get my thumb on her clit as I work my cock between her pussy lips. “I want to fill you up, too, princess. Never done that before. But one day soon, I’m going to convince you I’m a keeper.”
She blinks her eyes open, then they flutter closed again, and she smiles.
“You with me, Abby?”
She nods sleepily. “Make you come.”
“Yes, you will. You’re a good girl. A sexy little thing.”
“Give me a baby,” she breathes.
My heart stops.
The base of my cock contracts, a slow-motion reaction to her sleepy…admission? Confession? Fantasy?
A hot spurt of seed slams out of me, as if on command.
Jesus, the thought of filling Abby up just got a lot more real. Even if it’s just middle-of-the-night sex talk.
My hips pump desperately, and I hitch her body up to meet mine. She cries out, her clit pulsing against the head of my cock on the next thrust, and then I explode on her belly, my come pooling on her skin.
My pulse slams in my neck, down my arms, as I hold myself above her for a moment and imagine that whole scene playing out in a different sequence. With her wide awake, consciously guiding my erection inside her instead of up and onto her still quivering tummy.
Fuck.
CHAPTER14
JUSTIN
I wake again at dawn and disentangle myself from the warmth and beauty of a naked Abby.
If today is anything like yesterday, she’ll sleep for hours still, so I put on a pot of coffee and clean up—there’s dried jizz in my belly button, somehow—then head outside to work on the pergola.
The four vertical posts go up without too much difficulty, and I’m working on the horizontal brace pieces when the door swings open and Abby steps outside.
She’s carrying a mug in one hand and the coffeepot in the other. “Thought you might want a top up,” she says with a shy smile.