She leans her head back on my shoulder, her body relaxed and warm under my touch.
“What kind of prank are you planning, mastermind?”
“An axe may or may not be involved.”
I chuckle, and before she can expect anything or move, I spin her to face me and hoist her over my shoulder. “Time for interrogations, then.”
I descend the stairs to the basement where I drop Hadley on my bed, barely giving her a chance to breathe through her laughter before I’m reaching for the waistband of her sweats, pulling them and her underwear down with one fell swoop. I drop to my knees and run my tongue over her seam, making her lose a breath.
“Tell me you missed me,” I say, licking her again. “Tell me you missed my mouth on you.”
She hums a reply, her fingers making purchase in the blankets.
“Words, Cutlass.” I lick her again.
“I always miss you,” she says, her voice deep, filled with lust.
I slip a finger inside of her and aim my tongue at her most sensitive point. Hadley moans as the muscles in her legs contract. I press one thigh to the mattress, gripping her as I devour her with my tongue, and slide a second finger inside of her. I work her until her breaths are gasps and I know she’s about to come apart, and I stop, pulling my fingers and mouth from her.
Hadley groans in protest, eyes flashing to me and then the stairs.
“What’s your prank, Cutlass?”
“You sound worried.”
I press two fingers inside of her, making her jaw drop with pleasure. “Take off your sweatshirt, Cutlass.”
She does, throwing it to the floor and removing her bra before I can request it goes, too. I pull her nipple between my lips, sucking and then brushing my tongue over the peak in time with my fingers thrusting inside of her. Her breaths grow ragged, the start of her orgasm coming even faster. Once again, I stop.
Hadley’s eyes are on me in a second, bright with confusion and frustration.
“What’s your prank, Cutlass?”
She growls. “I’m this close to punching you,” she warns, holding up two fingers with only a sliver of air between them. “There is no prank”
I chuckle. “I know, but think about how good your release is going to feel,” I say, trailing my fingers over her folds, wet and swollen from my ministrations.
Her breath catches. “I swear, if you stop again—” She gasps as I circle her entrance.
“Just one more time,” I tell her, repeating the same pattern, and pressing against her clit with my thumb. I lean down to kiss her. “I swear. Just one last time.”
She bends her legs and spreads them wider. I slide two fingers inside of her. She moans with ecstasy shifting her hips higher to take more of my fingers. I pump them inside of her and then pull out to circle her and slide back in. She moans and grinds her hips against my hand.
I use my free hand to rub along her clit, feasting on every moan that brings her closer to her release. Her body begins to shake, and her breaths grow shallow. She’s seconds from climaxing, and once again, I stop.
Hadley drops her head back, releasing a guttural sound.
I lose my clothes and roll a condom over my erection.
I close her legs, and roll her to her side, before pulling her to the edge of the mattress. I thrust inside of her, watching her spine snap straight.
She breathes a soft moan as I give her a second to adjust to my cock, admiring the sight of our bodies joined.
I ease out of her slowly and then back in with the same unhurried pace. Sweat builds on my brow as blood rushes through me, urging me to thrust faster, harder.
Instead, I move my hips, changing the angle as I slide into her again, eliciting another groan. The sound of her pleasure has my blood growing hotter, encouraging my thrusts to grow faster. The height of the mattress is too low for me to move inside of her as either of us wants.
“Flip to your knees,” I tell her. With me still inside of her, she rolls to her stomach and props up on her knees, giving me the perfect angle and view as I slam into her.