“More,” she whispers through a whimper, and I have no problem obliging her demands.
In and out, in and out, I pick up a delicious rhythm, and her perfect pussy tightens around me, the pleasure already beginning to take hold of her.
Goddamn. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
When I look down at her, searching the depths of dark brown, it becomes glaringly clear that I’ll never get enough of this woman.
And that realization makes me feel crazed with need.
Moving up onto my knees, I grip her thighs in both hands and thrust hard, going as deep as I can go.
She responds in fervor, a guttural moan bursting from her lips.
“More. More. More,” she begs, and then reaches up with both of her hands to pull my mouth back down to hers.
Her kisses are greedy and erratic and only make me feel more addicted to her.
Like she is the only one who can give me what I need, what I want.
Like she’s everything I’ll ever need, filling all the voids and missing parts in my life.
Like she’s it for me.
Because she is.
That realization makes me feel both terrified and on top of the fucking world.
And it urges me to slow down, to savor this moment with her.
To press soft kisses on every inch of her body.
To taste her skin.
To feast on her breasts and her pussy.
To stare deep into her eyes when I slide back inside her.
To memorize the way her eyes look when she’s reaching her climax and the way her lips part and her fingers grasp at my skin like the pleasure is too much to bear.
Once the pleasure washes through us and our breaths slow down, I pull her into my arms and keep her perfect body pressed against mine.
“I’m so sleepy,” she whispers, and I smirk down at her. “What time is it?”
“Almost five.”
“Holy moly.” A raspy giggle leaves her lips. “I should be pissed at you for keeping me up so late.”
“You being pissed at me isn’t anything new, sweetheart.”
“You sure about that?” She looks up at me. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t been mad at you lately.”
“That’s true,” I agree, and a gentle smile plays at the corners of my lips. “What do you make of that?”
“I think…” She pauses and yawns again. “It’s a combination of several things.”
I raise a questioning brow. “And what would those things be?”
“Well, for one, you’ve stopped being such a dick to me,” she teases. “And you give me lots of orgasms.”
“Which might be my favorite thing in the world to do.” I flash a little wink in her direction. “And what else has kept angry Birdie at bay?”
“The fact that you do sweet things for me.” Her brown eyes turn tender. “Like being there for me when I’m having a hard time or remembering the significance of blueberry waffles or throwing an outrageous surprise party for me,” she rambles off a few of my happiest memories over the past several weeks. “Things like that. Those are the things that make it impossible for me to be pissed at you.” She yawns again, and her eyes grow heavy.
“You need to sleep,” I whisper and press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Mmhmm. I sure do.” Birdie snuggles closer against me, and it takes all of two minutes for her breaths to slow and her body to grow lax against me.
My heart expands in my chest as I stare down at her sleeping face and gently brush a few rogue locks away from her cheek. And in the quiet of the hotel room, my mind whispers, You’re in love with this woman.
Because I am.
Birdie
Andrew sure knows how to wake a girl up.
My eyes flutter open when I feel the softest of kisses, from the most perfect mouth, move across my lower back, just barely above the curve of my ass.
“Mmmm.” I moan and stretch my arms as full lips continue a path up my spine and don’t stop until they reach my shoulders and neck.
“Morning,” he whispers into my ear and rests his chin on my shoulder, his arms now wrapped around my waist and hugging me closer to his chest.
“Mornin’,” I rasp out, my voice still groggy with sleep. “What time is it?”
“A little after ten.”
“It’s already ten?” I question and turn to meet his eyes. “It feels crazy early.”
“That probably because you only slept five hours.”
“What about you?” I question and reach up to smooth a