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“I could get used to waking up like this.”
He dipped his head to kiss the side of her breast, fingers toying with her clit. “I could get used to waking you up like this.”
He saw it on her face the moment she let reality sink in—this wasn’t something either of them would have forever—but he wasn’t ready to let them drift into that reality yet. He wanted to keep her here, with him, for just a moment longer.
“Not yet,” he said when she opened her mouth to speak. “Don’t think too much. Just stay here with me.”
He rolled on top of her, positioning himself between her thighs, rubbing his cock head up and down her slit until she was nice and wet for him. He slid inside her, rocking their hips together and loving the way she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist.
He braced one hand on the bed as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her tight, wet heat and let the other drift up her side to cup her breast, squeezing her nipple between his fingers.
“We didn’t check missionary off the list last night,” he reminded her. “But you won’t get this one quick and easy either.”
He set a slow pace, giving her every inch of his cock with every deep thrust, enjoying the way she sighed and moaned and writhed underneath him. He could live inside her and not get enough of how she responded to him, of the way her nails felt scoring his back or her teeth as she nibbled across his shoulder.
He’d nearly gone blind again when she’d wrapped her lips around his cock last night and sucked him to another orgasm. He’d thought one night would be enough to purge her from his blood, one night to give in to all the things he’d been dreaming of doing to her for weeks. But from the first moment he’d touched her, he knew one night would never satiate him.
She reached down and dug her fingernails into his hips, urging him faster, and he knew she was desperate to come. He shifted above her, gripping her hip for leverage as he thrust hard inside her, making her groan. He fucking loved that sound. He could get addicted to it, to her.
When she whimpered, he released her nipple, sliding his hand down between their bodies to rub her clit, smiling at the way she instantly bucked against him, her pussy clenching his cock in a vise grip.
“Viv,” he said, waiting for her eyes to drag open and lock on his face. “Look at me when you come.”
She whimpered again, and he increased the pressure on her clit and the pace of his thrusts inside her. He knew the moment she clamped down around him with her orgasm he would follow her, but he wanted to watch her lose herself in it first. Wanted to see that haze that clouded her big brown eyes right after she came while she floated back down to earth.
She tensed just before she screamed with her release, her body bucking and shaking under him, but he didn’t let up on her clit while he pounded harder, faster, deeper inside her sending her through a second orgasm while his own ripped through him.
Spent, he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, licking and kissing her skin while she rewarded him with sexy little moans and sighs.
“Missionary. Check,” she said, drawing a check mark on his shoulder with her fingertip.
He laughed, rolling off her and giving in to what he’d wanted to do since last night, reaching out to pull her body against his. She froze for a minute before relaxing against him and wrapping her arm around his waist.
“You’re very good at that, you know.”
He let his hand slip down to her ass, drawing her closer until she finally slid her leg over his thigh. “Good at what?”
“All of it.”
He chuckled, giving her ass a squeeze. “It helps to have a willing and very talented partner.”
“What should we do now?”
“Sex in the shower.”
She drilled a finger into his belly. “I was thinking more like breakfast. We’ve burned a lot of calories, and I’m starving.”
“Breakfast,” he conceded, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “Then sex in the shower.” He pulled up the menu for the hotel’s restaurant and handed it to her. “What?" he said when she frowned at it.
“Isn’t there a physical menu in here somewhere?”
“I think it's on the table in the other room. Way over there.” He gestured vaguely toward the door. “I’m too comfortable to get up. Unless you want to go get it.”
She snuggled closer, propping her chin on his chest. “No.”
He watched her scan through the menu, brow furrowed, and Christ, if he didn’t want her again already. How was he supposed to survive being married to this woman and sharing a bed with her every night? She was bound to kill him or permanently make his eyes go crossed.
“Oh,” she exclaimed. “Eggs Benedict. And…one of those assorted pastry baskets. And coffee. All the coffee.”
