Page 71 of Untethered Heart
“Did you have a good sleep?” I ask, brushing a hand over her head.
“You mean, for what little I got of it?” She chuckles.
“I don’t remember hearing any complaints,” I say, and she squeals when I hook an arm around her back and swiftly roll us over, pulling her under me. I end up locked between her thighs, and I think this is where I’ll stay.
I press a kiss just below her rib cage and make my way up her sternum. “Hmm? Is there something you need to tell me, Lex? Because, as I recall, last night, all I was met with was your most enthusiastic encouragement to forgo sleep.”
When I reach her breasts, I kiss all around the skin before raking my teeth in a teasing graze over her nipples. They pebble almost instantly, and when she wraps her legs around my hips, I take the cue to keep playing.
“You’re right. Zero complaints from me.” She sighs.
I shift to her other breast. “Good.”
I flick my tongue over her nipple and my dick aches when she moans in response. “Are you sore?”
“Mmm, no.”
“Don’t lie to me, Lex.” I suck on her breast and run my hands over the curve of her hips before hooking them around her knees and opening her wide for me.
“I’m sore in a good way,” she whispers.
“Poor baby. Let me make you feel better.” I kiss down her stomach, pulling the sheet over my head as I go. Her pussy is swollen, pink and glistening. And it’s all for me.
I use my thumb to gently rub up and down, spreading her open for me. Her hips are already rocking, seeking out her pleasure.
I spit on her clit, and she moans, her legs squirming where they rest beside my shoulders. I rub my thumbs through the wetness, massaging her, and she already sounds on the brink of release.
“So fucking responsive for me, Lex,” I say as I blow on her cunt. Her hand reaches down and latches onto my wrist as she struggles for breath.
I touch my tongue to her pussy, lightly teasing, and I almost feel bad for how much she must be craving release. But not bad enough to stop. I place little licks all over her, up and down. Precum leaks from my dick as her nails dig into my arm, and she groans.
I relent and give her my tongue the way she needs. Not breaking contact as I make a mess of her. Knowing I overworked her last night, I fuck her sweetly with my tongue and the resulting orgasm that tears through her is just as soft.
I throw the sheet off my head and sit back on my knees. Pulling her down the mattress, I gather her limp body in my arms and straddle her over my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck as she bestows appreciative kisses along my jaw while I guide my dick inside her.
I pull her down on me and tighten my arms around her back. Like a snake, I trap her in a coil of limbs and move her up and down my cock.
“Kiss me,” I say, and she immediately obeys.
Any other way to wake up in the morning is now completely unacceptable. It can only be with Lex in my arms, then making her come on my tongue. And then my cock. That’s the bare minimum. No wonder I’ve been going out of my mind these past few weeks. I had one taste of her, and I’ve been delirious ever since, searching for something to put me back together, and all this time, it was Lex. I wanted it to be. I suspected it was all to do with her. But last night confirmed it.
Between kisses, we trade moans and sighs as our release washes over us in perfect unison. Lex holds me tight as her lungs calm down, and I can’t remember the last time I was hugged like this. I’m quite sure it’s never.
“Okay, I think I need twenty-four hours to recover.”
“Siren, no!” I gasp. “Twenty-four? How about twelve, and tonight you come to my place, and you can soak in my big tub?”
“I’m working again tonight. Six till two.”
“Then I’ll pick you up at two.”
“Aren’t you going to be tired? I’m used to night shifts. What time do you usually go into your office?”
“About six.” I shrug.
“Ah, you know it’s almost eight o’clock, right?” My head snaps to her nightstand, searching for the time. Seven forty-nine.
“Holy shit.” I laugh. “I don’t think I’ve started work past six-thirty in the last ten years.”
