“Your body is amazing,” she murmured, running gentle kisses over my shoulder. “Give me everything,” she whispered. “Hard,” she directed, her mouth stealing more kisses.
I pushed in with one thrust, and her cry was loud, but her hips lifted off the bed to meet mine. I gave her the time she needed to get used to me, then I felt her hips rock against mine.
“Oh Jesus, that’s so good,” she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck as I began to move, her hips syncing with mine with each push and pull I made.
I cupped the side of her face, kissed her, swallowing her moans, my other hand under her ass, pressing her deeper with every stroke. My hand slipped from her face to her neck, resting lightly. Hadley opened her eyes and met mine. Her hand came up and gently lay over the one around her throat.
Her back arched, and she urged me to go faster. I gave her everything I had, and she took it, her body rolling against mine as if we’d been doing this forever. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her body tightening around my cock as she neared the edge. I chased my own release to meet hers. Hadley cried out first, and I followed her down shortly after.
I lay on top of her, catching my breath while feeling her fingers stroking soothingly over my shoulders. I pulled out, discarded the used condom, and reached for another one.
“Again?” she asked, watching my dick get hard again.
“Yeah.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. “You good with that?”
She sat up on the bed, then slid down to rest on the floor. She took the condom from me, her tongue trailing over my cock.
“I’ll let you know.”
She took my cock in her mouth and worked it until I was hard again. I followed her back onto the bed, her mouth covered mine, and we started again. We fucked all night. On her back, onmine, on her knees with me pistoning in and out of her with her head pushed into the pillow to muffle the sounds.
Someone knocked on the wall a few hours in, and Hadley knocked back.
We were wild, insatiable. She took every inch of me and asked for more. I took every part of her, and she asked for more. Finally, we had nothing left to give. Hadley lay beside me, tangled with me, both of us breathless. She pulled my head down and kissed me.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, and then she fell asleep.
I smiled, pressing a kiss against her lips.
Yeah, it was.
* * *
Something sharp was hurting me.
I grumbled in my sleep, and my hand came up to flick it away. I felt something soft, and then it was gone. I felt sleep pull at me, and I went.
The needling happened again, a particularly sharp prick made my eyes fly open, and I faced a very pissed-off cat. I glared at it, and it glared back. I turned to look at Hadley, who was sound asleep beside me. Her cat’s claws sank into my chest one more time.
“What the fuck do you want?” I scowled at it.
It meowed.
Hadley sniffed, snuggling into my side. “Dust, feed the cat, babe.”
I looked at her.Dust?Babe?Was she still sleeping, or did she not want to be woken up?
“Hadley, it’s not my cat!”
She tilted her face up and blindly kissed me; it landed on my chin. “You broke my body; I can’t move. Feed the cat, Slater.”
I got up to feed the cat. I saw a tin of tuna, opened it, gagged at the smell, gave the tin to the cat, and then saw its bowl. I wrestled the cat to get the tin back, poured the contents into the bowl, earned myself another scratch, and gave the psycho cat some water.
I used the bathroom, came back out, and Hadley was still face down on the bed.
“God, that ass is a work of art.” I crawled back into bed and woke her up, nice and slow.
“Don’t you need to sleep?” she asked.