A husky moan shudders out of her chest, and I can’t wait anymore. I roll her onto her side, back facing me. She goes easily, limbs still lax with sleep even as she hums with need.
The shadowed column of her spine imprints itself in my retinas as I work a condom onto my length. Then I slide in right behind her, secure her back right into my chest, and enter her with one easy thrust.
We groan at the same time.
I set a slow, lazy rhythm as I palm one of her pert breasts and squeeze.Perfect little handful.Then I bury my face in her soft hair, focusing on the feel of her supple body, the way she grips me like a vise, the hypnotizing sounds that float from her mouth as I fuck her.
It’s indulgent. Thick with languorous pleasure.
Her body is both relaxed and trembling, welcoming every thrust, trusting me to take care of her.
I’ve got you, baby.
When her breath begins to quicken, and her core shakes against me, my fingers wander to her clit. One of her hands flies on top of mine that’s still kneading her breast, anchoring herself to me as those trembles grow more violent.
It doesn’t take long. She’s silent this time, head thrown back toward mine as she comes.
Five more seconds, and my balls explode. I come hard inside her heat, hissing into her hair.
Then I’m as lax as her, floating on a little cloud of endorphins, content as hell. I should get up and go—at least remove myself from her body—but I can’t bring myself to right away. Instead, I borrow a few more seconds from work to enjoy this. Enjoyher, here in my arms.
Because even though this might not last, even though she might leave, I’ve got her right now. And considering I’min for a world of pain if she goes, I might as well make that hell worth it.
She’s the first one to speak, her voice rough with sleep. “Do I sleep in my own bed tonight?”
The directness of the question puts me at ease. There’s no night-after awkwardness. No attempt to reclaim some of that piss-poor distance we’d tried to shove between us the last time we got close.
Thank fuck, because I have no desire for that.
“Can’t help but plan ahead, huh?” I tease.
“It’s ingrained in my bones.” She sighs, giving the hand she’s still holding onto a little squeeze. “And I don’t want to stress about it all day.”
Her honesty flays me.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” I confirm, every part of that statement feeling right.
“Good,” she says, a smile in her tone.
“Though if Joy brings us cinnamon rolls and you try to take them all from me again, we might have to reevaluate.”
“Hmm.” She wiggles her bum into my groin. “Challenge accepted.”
A yearof celibacy and I’d forgotten what a fucking miracle drug morning sex is.
The shitty overcast weather that welcomes me at work might as well be sunshine. Defouling our gear is therapeutic. The oyster cages don’t feel as back-breaking when I haul them out of the water.
And when Amanda reminds me that we have a table at an oyster festival in two days, a loaded tour schedule coming up, and that Steve—the only other person besides uswho’s qualified to lead tours—is taking time off, I’m not concerned.
“Think Kenny’s ready to do some on his own?” she asks, pen tapping on the schedule open in front of her.
“He’s got the license, but he doesn’t know the script. And I don’t think he’s ready to talk to adults on his own.” Who knows what shit would come out of his mouth? “Assign them between you and me however you want.”
“There’s two more bachelorette parties. You definitely don’t want those, I’m guessing?”
“Whatever you want.”
She blinks in surprise. “You specifically told me a few weeks ago to keep you off those tours.”
