Page 120 of What If I Knew You

“It’ll be way too late to spring something like that on him tonight,” August tells me. “Go home to your girl. Enjoy your night and then in the coming days maybe talk to Corrigan and see how she feels.”

Get home to my girl.

That sounds like an excellent plan.

It’sa little after midnight when I finally walk through my door. I toe off my shoes and step through my living room, inhaling a deep breath. Already I can smell that Corrigan has been in this room. The lingering scent of her perfume tickles my senses and leaves me feeling excitedly content. I want to run down the hall and whisk her into my arms, but I know it’s late given she has to work tomorrow so instead I smile knowing she’s here with me and move through my nightly routine before joining her in my bedroom.

The room is dark except for a sliver of moonlight shimmering through the window. It’s just enough to highlight her shape snuggled beneath the covers. Padding over to the side of the bed, I unbutton my dress shirt and pull my arms from the sleeves before draping it over the chair in the corner of the room. Then I unbuckle my belt and slip out of my pants as quietly as possible. I tear off my socks and then pull back the covers slipping in right behind Corrigan, her body facing away from me. She moves ever so slightly when I fold my arm over her torso and pull her againstmy chest. I slip my other hand around her body so I can hold her in my arms and that’s when I discover?—

Hooooly shit...

She’s naked.

It may be late and it’s been a long ass day, but feeling her body against mine makes me instantly hard.

How the hell am I supposed to fall asleep like this?

She never sleeps naked.

She did this on purpose.

Lowering my mouth to her neck, I kiss her smooth skin and then inhale a deep breath, reveling in the beachy scent of her shampoo that I’ve come to love as uniquely Corrigan.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I whisper before kissing her neck a second time. I trail my fingers lightly across her abdomen just underneath her breast with my right hand, and with my left I reach around to cup her other breast in my palm.

Motherfucker her body feels amazing in my hands.

Soft and warm.

Mine to touch.

Mine to pleasure.

Mine to love.

“Mine,” I whisper.

I intend to fall asleep just like this, my hands cocooning her breasts, my dick as hard as stone, until her soft and sleepy voice answers, “Yours.”

I lift my head slightly from my pillow. “You’re awake?”

She giggles ever so softly. “Well, it’s kind of hard to sleep when a man has his hands wrapped around my tits.”

Her reasoning makes me smile, unapologetic as it may be. “I couldn’t help myself, Corr. They feel so fucking good in my hands. And I needed to hold you. I swear to God I can fall asleep like this and my dick will settle down eventually. He just missed you as much as I did.”

Like she’s the angel of my dreams, she lazily drapes her right leg over my hip, leaning back against me. “Well, I missed you both and I need you inside me. Slow and lazy so I can feel every part of you sliding against every nerve inside of me.”

I take the spreading of her legs as an open invitation for my fingers to explore and swipe a couple through her soaking slit.

“Christ, baby, you feel amazing.”

She moans softly, wiggling her ass tighter against me and I waste no time positioning my cock at her entrance. Both of her breasts in my hands once again, I push inside her, groaning at the tight, warm, and deliciously wet sensation before leisurely pulling out so I can repeat the movement again.

“This isn’t going to take long, Babe. I’ve got two weeks of pent-up sexual frustration inside me. Your sweet cunt is no match for my fist, I’m afraid.”

“Then use me, Bodhi. Fill me. Make me overflow. Drown my body in your cum.”

“If I do this, you know I may very well be dripping down your legs for days.”

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