“You’re thinking about me,” he whispered again her neck when he sensed his presence had drawn her from her sleep enough to know she wasn’t dreaming.
“I’m sorry,” she replied.
“No, you’re not,” he said, the smile evident in his voice as he wrapped an arm around her.
“No. I’m not,” she agreed, snuggling back against him.
“What was it you were thinking?” he asked, slipping his hardening cock between her thighs.
She arched her back, pressing her ass against his groin and her breasts into his hand. “Mm, about you doing exactly what you’re about to do.”
He began to shift his hips, sliding his erection through her moist slit. “And what is it you think I’m doing?”
She arched a little harder, easily guiding his shaft into her wet sheath. “Getting ready to fuck me back to sleep.”
He laughed. “Really? Why would I do that?”
She moaned. “So you can join me for a while.”
“You don’t think I’ll go back to work once we cum?”
“Of course you will. But you wouldn’t have slid in here with me if you didn’t need a break and some rest.”
“Maybe I just want to fuck you.”
“That too.” She moved against him. “But not just that. You don’t interrupt your muse for that alone. You either need inspiration, which I doubt since I provided that when you fucked me earlier, or you need some rest.”
“You know me so well.”
How that pleased her. “Yes, I do. Now fuck my ass.”
That amused him. “Ooh, the lady thinks she can demand things now, does she?”
“Yup. Especially when it’s what I know you want too.”
He pulled his well-coated cock from her dripping pussy and, with a growl, hilted it in her ass. She tilted her head, offering her neck for his teeth.
She gasped when he bit her even though she’d known it was coming. “More,” she urged when his hand clenched her hip, holding her steady as he pummeled her with his rock-hard shaft. Her hand closed over his, nails digging in, clutching him as he clutched her. For a time, grunts and groans and the slapping of flesh against flesh were all that was heard.
“Work your clit,” he commanded, tension laced his tone.
She did, always thrilled to please him. Before long, they pushed each other higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. In another moment, they cried out, sharing their climax.
“Stay,” she whispered as they lay panting, encouraging him to remain lodged within her.
“My pleasure,” he sighed.
She chuckled in response. “Our pleasure you mean.”
“Yes, our pleasure,” he agreed, caressing her chest as he pulled her tight against him. “Sh, back to sleep now.”
She wrapped her arm behind her, holding him close. “You too.”
And he did. Until his muse called and he slipped from her body, kissing the spot on her neck that bore his mark, arranging a pillow in his place to help soothe his absence. Maybe one night soon, lodged within her welcoming body, held by her loving arms, the time would come when he could sleep the night through as he longed to do with her by his side.
© 2009 Barbara Huffert