AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He’s still naked—we both are.
After our shower, we stumbled right back into bed, where he proceeded to suck me off and gently finger me until I shot my release down his throat.
He came again too, which surprised him more than me, I think. Jerking himself over my chest, he made sure to feed me his release rather than get me all dirtied up again.
“Sleep,”he ordered me after that, spooning me tightly from behind.
Within seconds, I was out.
I squirm, clenching my thighs together. My cock twitching, growing heavy.
“Morning to you too,” he murmurs roughly.
Nodding, I nuzzle his stomach, loving the faint scratch of hair—and the hard, rippling muscle. If I’m not mistaken, he’s even bigger now—harder. Remembering what he told me last night, how he built this house himself, I can see why. His muscles aren’t like mine, forged from a gym. His come from good ol’ hard labor.
“You know you’re like a cat when you sleep?”
Humming, I shake my head. “Cats aren’t cuddly.”
“Okay, my bad. A kitten.”
I lift a hand, making a so-so gesture.
A quiet laugh rumbles from his chest as he combs his fingers through the knots in my hair. It was still damp when we finally crashed, so I can’t imagine how wild it must look right now.
A glance up through my lashes shows me Nolan’s is equally tangled, curling messily all around his face, the ends brushing his shoulders.
I smile.
“What?”
“Tarzan.”
He coughs, and I swear his cheeks actually flush a bit behind his scruff.
Grinning, I sit up, throwing my leg around him so I’m sitting on his lap. His hands drop to my ass, holding me.
Wetting my lips, I throw my arms over his shoulders, and wiggle my ass on his cock.
Groaning, he bites his fingers into my flesh. “Three orgasms last night not enough?”
I bite my lip and shake my head.
Sighing, he drops his head to mine. Morning breath crosses my mind, but it fizzles out as fast as it came when he dives forward, kissing me. Growling into my mouth. Unlike me, he did brush his teeth.
“What am I gonna do with you?” he mutters.
“Everything.”
He chuckles faintly. “Come on,” he says, lifting me off his lap. “Food first.”
Dragging me over to his dresser, he grabs a clean white tee from the middle drawer and all but shoves it over my head.
He ruffles my hair and looks me up and down, nodding. “Good enough.”
“What about pants?” I call out when he heads for the hallway.
He pauses in the open doorway, cutting me a look over his shoulder. “As if we’re going to make it through breakfast.” His gaze dips and he swallows. “Fuck. I think I just made it worse.”
