No Reservations - Megan Hart [58]
He was close. So close he very nearly just went into the bathroom at the club and rubbed one out to relieve himself. Instead, he'd waited as she'd curled into him on the cab ride back. Her body heavy and relaxed against him. The heady scent of her pussy had tickled his nose as his cock throbbed to the beat of his pulse.
'I want you to come inside my cunt,' she whispered, her voice taking on that fevered edge he craved to create.
Finger it far me first.' He reached down and spread her labia. She was slick and dark there, primed. Her clit was swollen and they both groaned when her middle finger slid around it. Her pussy tightened around him, seizing as she pleasured herself as it pleasured him to watch.
I'm not taking my time, Dix. You feel so good.' Her eyes dropped to half mast, stoned with pleasure. Greedy. So greedy and it only turned him on more.
Good. Because I'm really dose.' And she did that thing. That thing where she moved in tight circles, pressing down against him to keep him deep, using his cock to stir within her. The wet, superheated walls of her cunt surrounded him, caressing, stroking, until she started to come and that nearly impossible to resist dutch became unbearably good and he lost it. Hurtled into climax with her, holding her tight, down against him as it kept on, wave after wave, until he nearly slid from the chair.
He managed to get them both to the bed where they lay quietly, regaining their breath. She wriggled from the dress, sitting up to toss it in a nearby chair, turning the music off while she was within reach.
'If I go to sleep, please feel free to wake me in a few hours with sex,' she mumbled, turning her body into his. Burrowing into him, her head finding its place, pillowed on his biceps, fitting just beneath his chin. Right where she was meant to be.
'I love you, Katherine.'
'Minili, me too.' She snuggled in, her nose snuffling into him, making him smile at how silly and tender she made him feel even as he was ready to fuck her again. Even as he wanted to tie her up and keep her with him and simply make the choice to move in together at last.
He'd bring it up when they woke up. New Year's Eve was in a few hours. He'd fuck her, bathe her and feed her, maybe not in that order, but those were the things she found most relaxing. While he had her relaxed, he'd go in for the kill and close the deal. He was just as driven as she was and there was simply no way they were going back home without her promise to move in with him.
Especially if she doled out lap dances on a regular basis.
Chapter 14
Brandon only snored when he'd been drinking or was exhausted. Now the buzi-saw rasp vibrated the bed between them. Sort of like an aircraft taking off. Verrrrry relaxing. Even though he had his head buried in the pillow and the covers yanked over his head, she could hear him. Leah never understood how he could stand sleeping like that, and it made her nervous, like he was going to suffocate in the night and she wouldn't know until the morning.
God, if she couldn't bear to trust the fact her lover was going to wake up safely every morning, how would she ever handle having a child with him?
This thought drove Leah out of bed, even though the soft sheets and Brandon's warm, naked body were both tempting enough to keep her there for a few more hours. Taking her cell phone, she went to the bathroom, closing the door carefully behind her so he wouldn't wake. Leah had no doubts Brandon was in desperate need of a few more hours' sleep.
This bathroom was bigger than her living room, which wasn't saying much, since Leah's house was what she liked to think of as cosy. Which meant small. Sometimes Brandon knocked his head on the doorframes, it was so tiny. It wasn't a house they could live in forever, that was for sure, especially if they had kids.
That thought, the second so close and hard on the heels of the first in the bedroom, forced a breath out of her.