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We move in unison, gazes interlocked. Gripping a few strands of her hair, I tug her head gently to one side, baring her neck to me. She lets out the softest moan when I bite gently at her earlobe. The sound fuels my desire, and I drive into her hard.
"Touch your clit," I command in her ear. She lets out a delicious gasp. "Touch yourself."
She slips her delicate hand b
etween our bodies and lowers it. Red splotches appear on her cheeks and her neck when she gasps. "Oh. This is…. I'm going to…."
"I need to kiss you when you come." I want to own her sounds of pleasure. I want to own her. My mouth captures hers as she explodes, clenches around me, and drives me to a ravaging orgasm.
Once we both calm down, I pull out, already wanting her again. After discarding the condom, I lie next to her, losing myself in her sweet scent and the warmth of her skin. As I place my hand on her chest, feeling her labored breaths, the only coherent thought I can form is that she belongs here, in my bed.
Chapter Eighteen
Victoria
I wake up to blinding light the next morning, and it takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and focus. Next to me, Christopher sleeps soundly, lying on his back. Rays of sunlight fall directly on his face, but that doesn't seem to disturb him in the slightest. I turn to one side, propping myself up on an elbow, inspecting him.
His features appear softer in sleep, but one thing hasn't changed. His lips have that curl to them as if they're about to break into a smile at any second. I barely restrain myself from leaning to kiss him.
When he shifts slightly, the sheet covering him slides away, leaving him in all his naked glory before me. This is getting worse. Now I just want to lick him everywhere. His body is toned and demands my attention.
That mouth calls to me, but it would be selfish of me to wake him up. He works long hours during the week, so I suspect he likes to sleep in on the weekends. Not to mention he's been working the past few weekends. He needs his rest.
I check my phone on the bedside table. It’s eight o'clock, which means I have an hour and a half to go home, change, and then head to Aunt Christina's to pick up the kids. I have plenty of time, enough for a morning cuddling session, but he is soundly asleep. Waking him up would be selfish.
Terribly selfish.
Mmm… but one tiny, tiny kiss won't wake him up. There's no way anyone could expect me to leave his bed without a good-bye kiss, right? Ever so carefully, I lean in, feathering my lips over his. Christopher shifts underneath me, opening his eyes. Damn it. I pull back, hanging my head in shame.
"Sorry for waking you up," I mutter, even though now that he's awake, I can't help imagining all the… possibilities for this morning. Christopher runs a hand through his hair, his expression still groggy with sleep. Feeling like I need to explain myself some more, I add, "I just couldn't leave without kissing you."
"That irresistible, huh? I'm glad you didn't leave while I was sleeping. I would've felt a little used."
"Oh, that hadn't even crossed my mind."
"Well, now that we're awake, you're welcome to use me some more," he says with a grin, scooting closer to me on the bed and tracing the contour of my jaw. "I won't mind it too much."
My heart swells with joy at the ease of our interactions, and my relief manifests in a chuckle.
"What?" Christopher inquires.
"I'm happy there's no awkwardness between us," I say honestly.
"Were you expecting some?"
"Sometimes things get awkward after."
"Yeah, when you barely know the other person." He kisses my forehead softly. I melt against him, his words reaching somewhere deep inside me. I have zero regrets for waking him now.
"What's with that smile?" he asks. "I haven't seen it before."
I don't miss a beat. "It's my ‘Christopher gave me the most amazing orgasm’ smile."
He tilts his head to the side.
"What?" I ask, a little defensive.
"I'm trying to picture your ‘Christopher gave me the most amazing multiple orgasms’ smile."
