Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(45)

       
        

"Oh, yes," she said. "I want it."

"Take what you want," he said, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.

She rubbed his cock head against her clit, using the ball in his piercing to stimulate herself. It felt amazing for him as well. Not quite as wonderful as being buried balls deep within her heat, but he liked her sense of urgency and his sense of calm as she rubbed him against her clit faster and faster.

"Yes, oh," she gasped and pressed him into her opening as she shuddered with release. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock head and he grabbed her ass so he could force himself deeper. He fucked her shallow and fast until her orgasm subsided and then pulled out. Her body went limp, and she gazed at him through half-closed eyes. "That felt amazing."

He slipped her panties back in place and caressed her through them. "I'd say they're wet enough now."

She chuckled and lifted her butt off the mattress so he could remove the garment.

"Are you too tired to be on top?" he asked her.

"I'm too tired to move," she said in a slurred tone.

"Then I probably shouldn't have held back that time."

"This is why you need to focus your attention on someone young and active, who's addicted to energy drinks"

"I feel like taking it slow now anyway," he said. "You look sleepy." He was being kind; she looked exhausted.

He pulled back the covers and joined her on the bed. "I hope you don't mind if I have my way with you while you sleep," he said.

He rolled on top of her, and she feebly wrapped her arms around him. "I won't fall asleep," she promised.

He kissed her skin tenderly, starting with her throat and working his way down her limp body. She sighed in sweet surrender. He liked that her urgency was gone and he could take his time with her, spend some quiet moments learning her body. He also liked when she got excited and demanding, so he hoped the calm that had settled over her was due to lack of energy and not waning interest.

He kissed her belly until she giggled, licked her pussy until she moaned, and then allowed himself to possess her. His thrusts were so slow, at times he wasn't moving at all. He relished the feel of her beneath him and around him. Allowed himself to experience her with more than his skin. It was probably a good thing that she was half asleep so she didn't recognize the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Yeah, hard, quick fucks were much better for keeping those tender feelings at bay. Maybe this languid lovemaking was a mistake, but for tonight, he'd give in to the craving for a personal connection.

When urgency began to build in his groin, he hastened his strokes, deepened them. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close as he moaned in her ear and tried not to suffocate on the heart trying to force its way up his throat. Did she have any idea how affected he was by her? Did she want to know? It was too soon, he decided. He buried his face in her neck, churning his hips, wanting to be deeper, deeper inside her, so deep that he couldn't find himself as a separate entity from her. He'd been denying his need for this for far too long. He wasn't sure why he'd finally let go of his false desire for autonomy while in the arms of a woman, but letting her close felt so good. She would undoubtedly freak out if she knew what he was thinking. He groaned as his release finally found him, surprised when she came with him. Her fingertips dug into his back-not harshly as he'd asked of her earlier, but as if she were afraid of going under and he was the only thing she trusted to keep her head above water. 

When his breath had calmed and his cock had softened, he lifted his head. She smiled drowsily.

"That was beautiful," she whispered.

He kissed her gently. "You're beautiful."

Reluctantly, he pulled free of her body. She winced. He probably should have removed his jewelry-she'd be sore in the morning. Hell, she was already sore, he could tell. He disposed of the spent condom and brought her a moist washcloth so she could clean up a bit and sleep more comfortably.

"Thank you," she said, a beguiling blush staining her cheeks.

When she'd settled into her pillow, he switched off the light and climbed into bed beside her. He lay in the darkness wondering if she'd think him strange for wanting to snuggle up against her while he slept. It had been so long since he'd used a bed for sleeping with a woman that he felt uncertain. He knew what he wanted to do-he wanted to hold her close all night-but he wasn't sure if she'd appreciate that level of intimacy.

He tensed when she rolled over, rested her head on his chest, and wrapped an arm around his waist. Then he smiled, breathed in the scent of her hair, and allowed himself to hold her close as he drifted to sleep.