Page 35 of Sticking Around

“Warm?” he murmurs from deep between my legs.

“Yes, but coffee gives me a boost of serotonin and dopamine. That puts me in a good mood.”

“Ah.” His grin is wicked as he slides a thick finger inside me. “How lucky that I know another way to boost your mood.”

“You do?” I ask, feigning surprise. He dips his head again and treats my clit to his hot tongue as he slides his finger in and out of me until I’m practically vibrating around him. “Oh yes, I think you might be on to something.”

His moans thrill me as he moves his head, his hair tickling the inside of my thighs and adding to the sweet sensations. Delicious warmth spreads over my skin as I lose myself in the things he’s doing to me. I lift my pelvis, demanding more. He slides another finger inside me, and a hard quiver nearly renders me senseless.

“Like that, Lanie.”

I moan, unable to find my words as my jaw goes slack, pleasure taking over every inch of my body. I take deep breaths, my pulse jackhammering in my neck as I begin to fly higher and higher.

“Brady…” He slowly drags the tips of his fingers over the hot bundle of nerves inside me, as he sucks my clit harder. My breath comes in a ragged burst as pleasure erupts between my legs. He growls with satisfaction as my sex tightens and my liquid heat coats his fingers and his mouth. Fingers still inside me, he wrings out every last inch of pleasure until I’m a hot, quivering mess beneath him.

A moment later he climbs up my body, brushing my damp hair from my forehead. There’s a new kind of calmness about him. Yes, the hard erection pressing against me lets me know he needs to be inside me, but he’s not rushing, not overly eager, like it might be our last time.

No, this time he’s sliding into me slowly, offering me one sweet inch at a time. Matching his mood, I reach around him and lightly run my fingers up and down his back. His lips capture mine, and the kiss is slow, tender, leisurely, but no less passionate than before. I moan as I taste my sweetness on his lips.

He breaks the soft kiss and lightly runs his tongue over my bottom lip. Our eyes meet and hold, and the intimacy I spot there, the bevy of emotions he’s not blinking away, curls around my shuddering heart. What is happening between us? Or is it just me?

His heart pounds against my chest as he fills me with his cock. Eyes half closed, he moans my name, and as I moan his, something warm and foreign rushes to my heart. I bring his mouth back to mine, overwhelmed at what I’m feeling, and not wanting him to see it—identify it.

I lift my hips, welcoming each glorious thrust. “So good.”

“Babe, Jesus,” he murmurs into my mouth, those two words broken, slightly fractured. God, is something going on inside him too? I begin to tremble from head to toe, tension building inside both of us as he thickens even more. I whimper, and even though I’m wrung out from that last climax, his cock is coaxing another one from me.

I move against him, grind my clit into his pelvis and the world shuts down around me as I give into the pleasure.

“Fuck, Lanie.” He takes a gulping breath as my sex muscles squeeze his cock, and he drives in deep, giving me every inch of him to clench around. He peppers my mouth with kisses as I ride out the waves.

He grunts, my liquid heat searing his cock, and from the way he’s clenching down on his jaw, it’s clear he’s struggling, wanting to hold on until I finish. I put my mouth near his ear.

“Fill me with your cum, Coddy.”

“Christ, woman.” He grips my hips for leverage, pulls out, and slides back in again. I moan as he fills me, loving the way his cock is pulsing, seconds from climax. He buries his face in my neck, his hot panting breaths warming my flesh. A low, guttural sound crawls out of his throat as he lets go, and fills me with his seed. His head lifts and I silence his growls with a kiss.

Our lips linger and we stay sealed as one, our bodies cooling as he grows flaccid. He pulls out of me, and winces, which pulls a chuckle from me. He rolls off me to stand. “Be right back.”

He comes back with a washcloth and my heart misses a beat. Without words, he sits beside me and cleans me up, then disappears again. This time he’s gone for a good long time, and I sit up, listening for sounds. Did he leave? I’m about to get up and dress and find out what’s going on when he comes back into the room, two cups of coffee in hand.

“Thank you.” He hands me one and I take a sip.

He cocks his head, completely comfortable standing beside the bed stark naked. “What do you think?

I give a cat-like stretch, my sigh of pleasure filling the room. “I like what I see.”

He laughs. “No, about the coffee. Overrated?”

I take another sip and moan as I set it on the nightstand. I crook my finger and he drops down next to me. I put my arms around him and pull his mouth to mine. Our kiss is soft and tender, much like our lovemaking was.

Lovemaking?

Good God, he really did mess with my serotonin and dopamine levels if I’m calling what we did lovemaking. It was just sex and I can’t forget that.

“If I could wake up like that every day, I’d probably never drink another cup again.”

A car horn honks in the parking lot, and he sits up a bit straighter. “I supposed I should get out of here before Noah and Brighton get back.”

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