the bed. My nerves were on edge thanks to the mixture of excitement, sudden shyness and a few other emotions intermingling within me to define. I heard him chuckle and realized he’d heard me.
“No, I’m afraid not … although, it’s been said I am a god in certain circles,” he replied playfully as he pulled the duvet back and slid into the bed beside me. I rolled over to face him and my hand flopped straight onto his semi-erect cock. He felt strong and warm, all masculine and hard-bodied.
“Still no underwear, Jamie?” I asked, fumbling with his cock because I had become instantly aroused, but knowing I should really let him sleep.
He snickered and slid one arm under my neck, the other around my waist, and pulled me into him. “I think you’re wearing enough clothing for the both of us.”
“They’re only thin pyjamas,” I replied, and he slid his hand down past the elastic waist of my shorts and unapologetically cupped my bare ass.
“Might as well be a fur coat because I can’t feel your skin rubbing up against mine. Take them off,” he pleaded.
“Who am I to deny a hot rock star when he’s telling me to get my kit off,” I muttered playfully before wrestling the shorts down my legs and discarding the top onto the floor in a very undignified manner. As I had turned away from him to do this, he immediately spooned me.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he mumbled as he slid his hard body, cool from the shower, against the heat of my back and slid a leg over mine.
Between my legs was drenched from his ‘take them off’ remark. I felt his wet tip nudge at my entrance, despite his tired state.
“What’s all this, Daisy?” he said of the wet desire he found pooling there. “I think you’re a secretly pleased I’m here,” he whispered so low in my ear a shiver ran down my spine.
“Oh?” I asked, breathily. “Is that so? Whatever gave you that idea?” My question made him chuckle.
“Maybe that I could glide my length right on in there and I know it would be welcomed.”
“You think?” I asked, swallowing audibly because my mouth had gone really dry and my heart pounded wildly in anticipation that I might have gotten lucky, after all.
“I don’t hear you objecting,” he muttered gruffly as his cock, harder by then, breached my entrance. A sharp gasp left my lungs and my core ached as I took him into my body. “I think you like this,” he whispered again.
Goose bumps radiated over me like millions of tiny pinpricks of my arousal detonating over my skin. The combination of his touch, his warm breath on my neck, and his body around me dissolved all other feelings in me, except lust. As he moved inside me, a swell of love rose up from my chest and sank just as quickly when I remembered he’d leave again in a matter of hours.
“God, you feel incredible. You have no idea how much I missed this … missed you,” he muttered, his voice breaking with emotion as he rocked gently, sliding inch after inch in and out of me. The sigh he exhaled when he bottomed out sounded blissful. “This …” he swallowed. “Damn, I really want to ride you, to devour you, but I’m so tired. I’m not going to last, not going to move much, I just want to be in here, to take what is mine … is that selfish?”
“No, not selfish at all. I’d never let you use me, Jamie. Maybe this is just what we need to reconnect,” I replied, ignoring that we were physically connected, but that wasn’t what I’d meant. “Chasing a release doesn’t always have to be the end goal to feel fulfilled,” I said.
Sliding his hand up, he squeezed my breast and began strumming my nipple gently with his thumb.
“You got it. All I need is a few hours rest and maybe I’ll have a little more energy. Meanwhile, I’m going to hang in here as long as I can, if I can’t stop myself moving … well … we’ll see,” he sounded half asleep.
As we lay there quietly in the dark, I felt him slip out of me as his breathing grew deeper, and I knew sleep had taken over. Tears welled in my eyes and I wasn’t sure whether they were happy or sad ones. I was happy Jamie had come back for me, but I was sad he