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He picked me up and carried me to my sheets. The light clicked off. Then warmth, his body, his arms, his breath on the back of my neck.
We lay together in silence, skin to skin. The bandanna still covered my eyes. Not because he told me to keep it on, but because I wanted to.
I didn’t want to see anything else right now. Just feel him.
Chapter 23
Convict
When I’d been in the hospital, a medic of some kind had come to my room to talk about addiction. She gave me paperwork and spoke like I was already a junkie on the edge, though she’d admitted my test results were clean. At the time, I’d let it go. Now? Lying here with a naked Mila clinging to me like a fix, I got it.
They were right. I was a fucking addict. Just not the kind they’d meant.
Dawn had long cast the room in pale light, enough to see her by. The bandanna had fallen away so her pretty face was mine to itemise. The curve of her cheek. The bow of her lips.
Carefully, I rolled her onto her back and folded the quilt to the bottom of the bed, giving me free roam over her body. She was so fucking perfect. All curves and dips that had my mouth watering. And my dick hard. I palmed it and stroked myself, focusing on the head.
She’d been scared of me fucking her but also excited by it. I’d work out why soon. Right now, I needed more of her. We’d barely started to explore.
I knelt next to her and stooped to press a featherlight kiss between her tits, peering at her face for any sign she was waking. Mila slept on, a goddess outlined in soft light. I’d exhausted her.
Good.
With my tongue, I drew a line up her ribs and around her nipple, then blew on it. It hardened to a peak as if knowing I needed to suck.
Gently, I enclosed it in my mouth, not stopping my hand at my dick. I went slow. No point in coming before I was ready and I’d had my fill of her. If that was even possible.
Keeping the pressure light, I sucked her nipple, loving the feel of it in my mouth. I slid my tongue over it and onto the curve of her breast then back up to the tip. She hardened further. It sent a buzz through me. Even in her sleep, my woman responded to my actions.
I pulled away and gazed down at what I’d done, then climbed from the bed and rounded to the other side. Mila’s bedroom was neat and tidy, like the rest of her place. All polished floorboards and white furniture. Gauzy curtains that did little to keep out the dawn. All the better for me to see her by.
Settled once again, I repeated my attentions to her other side until both nipples stood tall for me.
“Good girl,” I muttered and knelt up to lean over her chest. Her tits would be the death of me. They were round and bouncy. More than a handful and mine to play with for twenty-nine more days. What a fucking gift.
The end of my dick was wet with pre-cum, so I touched it to the nearest nipple, my heart thumping.
She stirred in her sleep, her fingers flexing. Her eyelids fluttered as if a dream affected her, maybe about sex.
I inched back and waited, cooling myself. This was too much fun to stop. I’d fuck her again in the morning, but until then, I wanted her to wake up sorer than she expected.
When Mila’s breathing slowed once more, I ran my teeth over my lip and gazed down at her. In my fist, I was rock-hard. Did I jerk off like a teenager? Or slide inside her and wake her with a moan? Mouth, cunt, ass, too many options and no bad ones.
Waking her felt like it would end the play. Decisions, decisions.
It was always a game. I was already two points up with playing with her tits.
How else could I score? I’d been fascinated at first sight, and now she was mine, I’d do anything and everything I wanted with her and to her. But that was for when she was awake.
My immediate need was to get inside her again, and to be in there for as long as I could without her knowing. If she woke, she won. If I came in her tight pussy first, I did.
No losers either way.
I considered her position. Flat on her back, the angle was no good for what I wanted. Had to move her.
The best way would be fast.
Lying alongside her, I pulled her into my arms and rolled us both so she was on her front. My pulse skipped as I waited for her to settle. She mumbled something and hugged my arm, her breathing quickly regulating once more.
