I guess boundaries only apply until the lights go out.
Slowly, I wrap an arm over her waist and pull her closer. Mya makes a sleepy sound, her body instinctively curling into mine. Her ass rubs against my hardening cock.
I bury my nose in her neck, inhaling that soft, warm scent that’s become so familiar. My fingers find the curve of her hip, tracing lazy circles along the skin beneath the hem of her sleep shirt.
Mya stirs, body twitching, her leg shifting against me.
“Worth,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
“Morning, pretty girl,” I whisper.
She lets out a soft, drowsy sigh and squirms again, not fully awake but already responsive. I can feel the goosebumps rising beneath my touch, the way her breath hitches when my fingers drift up to her ribs.
I pinch her chin between my fingers, guiding her face back to mine. The kiss that follows is searing and full of everything I shouldn’t want this much. Mya melts against me, kissing me back with the same need that’s burning in my chest.
Her lashes lift slowly, and when her eyes finally meet mine, the air shifts. It’s like the whole damn room forgets how to breathe.
“I could get used to this,” I murmur against her lips.
“Don’t,” she says, catching my bottom lip between her teeth.
I hiss through a grin. “You brat.”
Before she can answer, I grab her waist and pull her up, settling her over me until she’s straddling my lap.
As soon as she’s on me, I feel the warm heat of her pussy through my briefs.
“Are you not wearing anything under that shirt, Kitten?”
Mya bites on her lip and shakes her head. “I didn’t want you to ruin yet another pair of panties,” she says with a giggle. The sound hardens my dick even more, and I begin to grind against her.
“Did my dirty girl go to sleep with the intent of getting fucked this morning?” I bring my hands up to her breasts to tug on her nipples. Mya moans, throwing her head back, and starts rotating her hips in tune with my movements. I look down and see a patch of darkness on my crotch. “Look at the mess you’re making, baby. Let me clean that up for you.”
I flip her onto the bed, her surprised gasp turning into a laugh, then climb over her, bracing one hand beside her head. I press my mouth to the curve of her neck, the skin there warm and soft.
My lips trace a slow path down, over her collarbone, across her chest, until I reach her stomach. Every inch of Mya shivers beneath my mouth, every breath catching like she’s trying not to fall apart too soon.
Once I’m settled between her legs, I let the tip of my nose ghost over her clit, and she arches off the bed.
“You’re already squirming, waiting to be devoured,” I taunt, teasing her with slow kisses over her mound, avoiding the place she wants me the most.
Mya writhes underneath me, making pleading noises.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You, please. Your mouth. On me,” she says, struggling through the words.
“Such a good wife, always saying please for her husband,” I praise, giving her sex one quick flick of my tongue.
Mya moans louder, and I finally put my mouth on her clit, sucking it and swirling my tongue just the way she likes it.
“Yes. Oh my God. That’s so good, Worth.”
I hum as I devour her. Mya’s sounds and taste turn me on so much, I can barely keep it together.
I grind my cock into the mattress, chasing any type of friction I can get as I munch on her cunt like there’s no tomorrow. Because soon enough, there won’tbea tomorrow, and the thought of not having her—of losing this—drives me out of my fucking mind.
“Mine,” I growl, the word tearing from my chest before I can stop it.