Page 49 of Caught A Vibe

“Mmm, what time is it?” she asks.

“Early. Time enough to play before the day.” I tilt my hips to slide my now-hard length between the welcoming cheeks of her ass and try to hold back a moan.Be cool, man. Be cool.

“After last night, I’m so sleepy.” Her words sayI’m tired, but her rolling hips sayWake me up!

“Leave-me-alone-I’m-going-back-to-sleep so sleepy? Or I’m-just-going-to-lie-here-and-let-you-wake-me-up-right so sleepy?”

“Oooh, I like options.” Her sleep-tinged voice is deep and sexy. “How ’bout number two with a possibility of number one if it’s not happening?

“As you wish.”

“All right, Wesley.”

I turn her laughter into a gasp with a gentle bite at the nape of her neck. “How do you know I’m not the Dread Pirate Roberts?”

My hands trace over her shoulders and down her back, and she practically purrs. Her eyes close with pleasure when I comb my fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp gently. There are so many ways I want to make her feel good. It’ll take years to discover them all, and I’m going to love every second of it.

I hook my thumbs at the base of her skull and massage away the tension she stored there this week. Continuing down her spine, I turn her into a soft marshmallow of joy next to me on the bed. Moving to her lower back and hips, I wring moan after moan from her beautiful lips.

She is every bit a goddess, wrapped in white sheets, glowing in the faint light of her charging phone, and I am the mortal content to worship her any way she’ll let me.

“Roll over, Penny.”

Eyes still closed, she rolls toward me, clearly still lost in sensation. The sheet catches and wraps around her waist, exposing her breasts to my greedy gaze. I cannot resist, increasing my pressure with each pass as I run my hands over her curves, noting what makes her gasp and what makes her twitch away. A squeeze that goes too far flattens her back against the bed as she pulls back from my touch and I immediately make amends, licking and kissing her pretty red nipple until she is writhing toward me again.

Switching to the other side, I resume my experiments, testing, teasing, learning what she likes until she weaves her fingers through my hair and grips it tightly, pulling my head back far enough to meet my eyes.

“Dash! Enough! I need more.”

“Which is it? Enough or more?”

“Enough of that.” She grabs my hand and lowers it to her clit. “More of this.” She turns her own hand over to cup me through the sheet. “And definitely a lot more of this.”

I circle my fingers over her clit, and she is wet and ready. A more detailed and leisurely exploration of her lower topography and its features will have to wait for another day. I’ve gained as much knowledge today as she has patience for. It’s time to sprint for the summit. She knows what she wants, and I am eager to please.

Grabbing a condom from the pile I left sprawled the night before, I am sheathed and poised above her in seconds.

“Is this what you need more of?” I run the head of my cock between her slick folds, and she nods frantically, hips jerking to rock against me.

“Yes. I need you, Dash. Please!”

Green light given, I slide home in one slow, deep thrust, and she screams into her hand. I freeze. Did I do something wrong? Did I misread the signals? “Too much? Should I stop?”

“If you stop right now, I swear to God, Dash—”

“Not stopping, not stopping!” I withdraw and thrust again, and this time the sound she makes is pure pleasure.

I turn my words into action, finding the right rhythm to match her jerking hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” She drops her hand to her clit, and I try to watch without losing my focus. It’s difficult as her movements grow more frantic. She is getting close.

“Give it to me, Penny. You feel so good. Come on my cock. Now.”

I grab her breast again possessively, squeezing her nipple, and she erupts. Hips bucking, hand clutched firmly over her clit, her entire body shakes and she locks her legs around my hips, holding me buried deep inside her.

I try to keep my pace steady as she winds down, but the contractions of her sheath around my cock feel too good and I lose control. I sprint toward my own finish line, my hips moving of their own accord, until I come with a shout. Sated, I collapse on top of her, not ready to lose this connection yet.

“Good morning?” I say, more question than statement.

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