Should have taken the time to explore her luscious little body some more, but the desperate need to be inside of her hadn’t left time for such luxuries.
I glanced at Mira’s sleeping face. Maybe she’d be up for seconds. Nothing beat lazy morning sex as a hangover cure, and we could always go back to hating each other after an orgasm or two. Or three.
I slipped my hand down her side and up underneath her chemise, eager to feel more of her warm skin. When I brushed across her soft stomach, something slightly rough and raised on her skin made me pause. It felt like scar tissue. My fingertips danced across it for a few moments, but the small burst of curiosity at the unexpected appearance of scars on her abdomen was quickly smothered by my cock’s desperate pulsing. Demanding fucker.
I pushed further up until my questing hand reached her soft breast. It felt even better without fabric covering it. I squeezed the plump flesh gently.
Mira murmured sleepily in response, and I quirked my head to see if she was waking up.
Her eyes were still firmly shut, and her face relaxed. No such luck.
Hmm.
Carefully, I rolled her off my shoulder—wiping her drool off my skin with a grimace—so I could maneuver better. She grumbled in obvious protest at the loss of contact, but still didn’t wake.
Mira was a heavy sleeper, apparently. At least after half a bottle of whiskey.
I dragged the loose neckline of her cleavage down far enough to let both breasts spill over the edge of the fabric, and hummed appreciatively at the sight before latching one to one of the peachy pink little nubs.
Mira mumbled in her sleep again. It sounded more like a moan this time, and it made an aching spasm travel down the length of my cock. Yeah, morning sex was so on.
I leaned over so I could rest on one elbow, letting my other hand travel down her body until it got to the heat between her thighs. I stroked one finger through her cleft while pulling gently at her nipple, and was rewarded when she spread her thighs with a sleepy sigh.
Damn, I needed to fuck her again. So much for exploring her body more carefully—one tit fondle and I was desperate to get inside her wet little snatch. What the hell kind of heroin did she hide in there?
I let my fingers find her clit, stroking it gently until she started to squirm, her breathing no longer deep and peaceful. Then I delved a finger inside of silken folds and was rewarded with the drenched embrace of her cunt.
She soaked so easily for me, it was a wonder she’d managed to put up so much of a fight before finally caving. I smirked at the knowledge that the prim and proper psychologist who had thrown me out of her office for asking for a fuck was as attracted to my body as any other red-blooded female I’d come across since hitting puberty. Perhaps even more so, if her pussy’s slick welcome was any indicator.
I slipped another finger into her while keeping my thumb busy on her clit, and this time, her response was a full-throated moan. Seemed like she was coming to. I pumped her slowly, aching to bury my tongue between her thighs, but ego made me hold back. I wanted to see her face fall apart when I sucked on her clit, and she’d have to be fully awake for that to happen. Maybe after the first round.
I curved both fingers in her tight heat just so, hitting the spongy flesh nestled behind her pelvic bone firmly.
“Blaine.”
I popped my mouth off her nipple to look at her at the breathy sound of my name, but her eyes were still closed even though a frown marred her face. I rubbed against her G-spot while watching her, and nearly came at the fine tremor playing across her pretty features as she breathed shakily. Slowly, her body began to move under mine, the rhythm of my hand transferring to her hips as I brought her closer and closer.
Nope, couldn’t keep watching her face or I’d end up fucking her before she woke up fully. My cock was hurting from the need to be inside of her, and watching her slowly come undone made it unbearable. Instead, I busied my mouth at her breasts again, licking and sucking at her pert nipples in time with my fingers’ thrusting.
Her moans and whimpers spurred me on until her pussy clamped up tight, squeezing my fingers to a halt for two long seconds before erupting in a series of fluttering spasms. Her body seized underneath mine, and she gasped her pleasure out as I lifted my head just in time to see her eyes pop open.
“Whatthe fuckare you doing?”
I gotta be honest, that wasn’t exactly the response I’d expected. Nevertheless, I gave her flustered and panting face a smirk and thrilled my fingers over her undoubtedly hypersensitive G-spot. “Getting you off.”
Mira jerked underneath me and grabbed at my wrist to still my teasing movements. “Get off me!”
“I would rather get offinyo—uff!”I hadn’t been observant enough, and paid for my cheek when she dug a knee into my gut and pushed.
For a relatively small bird, she had a lot of leg power.
I rolled off her, pressing a hand to my now pretty sore abs, and narrowly avoided getting kicked in the dick by her flailing legs as she scrambled up to the headboard of the bed, duvet wrapped around her like a virgin hiding from some tentacled hentai beast. Her hazel eyes were large and unfocused, but the anger in them was unmistakable.
Great. Seemed like we were gonna go right back to hating each other before I’d gotten as much as a thank-you wank. I rubbed at my sore stomach and gave her an irritated glare. “What the hell was that for?”
“What was that for…?”Despite her obvious trouble with seeing me clearly without her glasses, she managed to look both astonished and absolutely furious at the same time. I might have been impressed, if my flagging cock didn’t mean I now had enough blood left in my brain to properly feel my hangover again.
“That was formolestingme, you absolute twat!” Apparently, she’d had enough of not being able to focus all that anger at my face, because she reached out for her glasses on the nightstand, and managed to knock over the near-empty bottle of whiskey she’d placed there the night before in her efforts.