Page 41 of Unhurried Hearts

I comb my fingers through her ponytail, now loose and messy, layers falling around her face and tickling her blushing cheeks.

“Touch me.”

She doesn’t waste any time wiggling her hand inside my pants.

“Feel how hard you make me?”

“Isn’t that normal for the morning?”

“I woke up an hour ago. This is all you,” I tell her, reaching between us and loosely wrapping my hand aroundhers. I suck a breath through my teeth as I guide her hand over my dick. When she reaches the top I push her back down and do it all over again.

Haughtily, she says, “I can do it myself.”

I have to laugh at her attitude since she asked me to teach her about ten seconds ago. Fine by me, because I’d rather use my hands to touch her. Anna’s skin is soft and hot beneath the blankets as I glide my fingers over her hip, noticing that the only fabric on her body, a t-shirt, belongs to me.

“Are you not wearing any underwear?”

“I wasn’t going to sleep in athong,” she says indignantly.

Of course, her saying the word makes me picture her bent over with a strip of material between her ass. I twitch in Anna’s hand as she strokes me like a fucking expert.

“You’re killing me.”

She pauses at the crown of my cock, running her thumb over it, then releases me. I watch with my jaw slack as she raises her thumb to her mouth and sucks on it.

“Fuck, Anna.”

Patience gone, I grip her hand and place it back on my dick as I roll over her so she’s flat on her back with me hovering over her. There’s no goddamn way I can simply lay here while she touches me.

“Don’tfuckingstop,” I command, as I cup my hand over her bare sex.

She moans and does as she’s told, stroking me against her stomach and wiggling her hips. Heat radiates off her pussy and when I find her clit with my thumb she’s at least as wet as she was the last time I touched her. My balls ache as I feel more pre-cum leak out, aiding Anna in her far-too-soft strokes.

“Harder, Anna,” I demand.

I use my knee to part her thighs then sink two fingers into her, smirking at the cry of pleasure that falls from her mouth. My hurried intrusion seems to spur her on because her grip tightens and she speeds up her strokes, concentrating on my crown. Our foreheads fall together, and I take her mouth in a kiss that’s searing and sloppy as we chase our releases.

“Is this too hard?” she asks.

“No. Today I need it this rough. Gotta come, Annie.”

I match her thrusts with my fingers, showing her just how I’ll fuck her when we’re both ready.

“Chris,don’t stop. I’m close.”

I shake my head. “Won’t stop until you come.”

The only question is if I’m going to blow before her. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back even though Anna’s hand is heaven. Fumbling with the loose fabric of thet-shirt she borrowed, I shove it up far enough so I can dip my head and flick my tongue over her nipple.

“Chris!”

Her cry is so sweet, so surprised, I pulse in her palm before groaning and coming against her belly.

“Oh my God…”

I kiss her forehead and stumble to the bathroom to get her a damp cloth. When I finish cleaning her up she’s yawning.

“You had a hard week, go back to sleep.”

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