Why is there screaming?
My eyes fly open.
My angel. Is she okay?
Emily is clutching a sheet to herself as she shouts at me.
“Angel,” I grumble, pulling her back onto the bed, “it’s too early for screaming.” I grin wickedly. Then remember she can’t see it. “Unless…”
She tries to shove me off her, but I holdmy place, rolling so I’m on top of her. My already stiff cock nudges at her slit, and we both freeze as she moans.
She trembles beneath me and I can’t help but rock against her, my tip hitting her clit. She releases a shaky breath.
“Please,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips.
I lean down, my breath ghosting over her ear. “Please what, Angel?” I whisper, rocking my hips once more.
“I…” Her breath catches as my cock nudges at her entrance.
It would be so easy to slide inside her right now. To take what’s mine.
I will. If she begs for it.
“Say the words, Angel,” I coax, pushing my hips forwards just a little, breaching her ever so slightly.
She doesn’t speak, her lips parted, face flushed, eyes shining with lust.
Then—
“Please get off me,” she whispers, though she arches into me as she speaks.
Still…
I listen.
I roll off her and rise to my feet, standing beside the bed with my hands on my hips. She’s a vision—sleep-tousled hair sticking up in every direction, eyes dazed. And her gaze? It’s locked onto my dick, standing proud and aimed at her like she’s the only thing it wants. Because she is.
She grabs the blanket, covering herself again. A shame.
“What was with all the screaming?” I ask, running a hand over my head. My mask is thankfully still in place—though I’m overheating under it.
“We were naked.”
I shrug. “Technically, I’m not naked.” I wave my hands down my top.
She glowers at me. “Together,” she continues, voice rising. “In bed. Naked.Bothof us.”
I nod. “Yes, yes. All true.”
“Why?”
I wish she could see the bemused expression on my face. “What do you mean, why?”
She grumbles incoherently.
“Angel?” I say, grabbing her attention. “Did you think Iwasn’tgoing to sleep beside you?”
“I…” She frowns. “I guess not.”