Page 61 of Caged Bird

Augie’s lips found my neck, and he kissed my favorite, sensitive spot, sucking and nipping at it while he tweaked my nipple into a stiff peak that was just begging for more.

It didn’t matter that we’d been doing this every morning for five years. My body had never had its fill of him, and I’d never felt so desired in my entire life. I reached farther between my legs, grasping his cock that was searching for my entrance and guided it to where we both needed it.

He slid inside me smoothly, my body always so ready for him.

God, he felt good. This was how I was woken up every morning, and I’d never reached a point where I didn’t want it. I was just as needy for him as he was for me. We might argue about him leaving toothpaste in the bathroom sink, or me leaving half-empty coffee mugs all over the house, but in bed, we’d always been one-hundred-percent compatible.

His hand slid down my thigh to my knee, and he lifted it up and back to rest on his leg while he fucked me from behind, slowly, giving us time to both wake up. The new position gave him better access to my clit, and he took over that job, covering my fingers with his, then brushing them aside as he picked up on the rhythm I’d started.

I reached my arm back for him, twisting just my top half enough that I could drag his mouth down onto mine without breaking the connection of our lower halves. He kissed me deep, neither of us giving a shit about morning breath, the need for each other always outweighing anything else.

I got lost in him, just like I always did, his tongue and his lips taking me to some other place where nothing existed but the two of us.

“I fucking love you, Lia,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” I whispered back, kissing him harder. I would never have enough of this man, no matter how long we lived, no matter how many times a day we had sex. I’d never loved anyone the way I loved him.

I was also sure no other woman on the planet was as satisfied in bed. The orgasm he’d been nudging me toward swirled in my lower belly, sending delicious tingles of pleasure through every limb until I was a puddle in his arms.

“Need you to come,” he said against my lips. “Want to feel that pussy tight around me.” He switched our positions, rolling onto me so I was face down on the mattress. He lifted my hips so my ass was in the air.

His palm smacked across my behind, and I jumped at the contact, turning around to glare at him.

He sniggered. “Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.”

“I did, but warn a girl next time! It’s six in the morning, Aug. Bit early for kink, don’t you think?”

He smacked me again. “Never too early for kink.”

I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips.

He pulled out, taking a second to bury his fingers in my pussy, coating them in my arousal before his cock was back, plunging into me.

His slicked-up fingers moved to my behind, not spanking me again, but spreading my cheeks so he could finger fuck my ass while he pumped his cock inside me.

I moaned loudly into the pillow, so damn grateful we had no kids or roommates, and that we both worked odd hours so morning anal in the middle of the week could be a thing.

He felt so good. After this long together, he knew exactly what I liked, exactly how to take me from zero to screaming in the shortest amount of time possible, even if he did usually prefer to take his time edging me.

We really didn’t have time for that today though.

“Make me come,” I bossily demanded. “Stop teasing me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Your brother won’t care if we’re late.”

I groaned. “Please don’t talk about my brother when I’m this close to an orgasm. Do you want it to shrivel up and die?”

He flipped me to my back so his face was all I could see, his body hovering over me, supporting his weight on his forearms either side of me.

He had the best biceps. I swear I just wanted to twist my head and lick one of them.

Which I probably would have if he hadn’t lowered his head to kiss me so deep my head spun and all other thoughts poofed right out of my brain.

My brother wasn’t mentioned again.

I wrapped my legs around Augie, and he settled back, right into our regular rhythm of slow, deep thrusts that gradually picked up the pace as we both neared our climaxes. We moved with the practiced unison of a couple who’d done this a lot, and for a long time. He knew all my spots. All my angles. And I knew his.

I moaned his name, my telltale cue I was going to come.

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