His upper body is angled more toward his right side and his head his over my left shoulder, but otherwise he’s covering me enough to satisfy my need.
“Yes,” I say and sigh again, content, as I nuzzle my face back into the side his throat.
We fall back into silence and eventually his breathing begins to deepen and slow.
My breathing slows to match his until our chests are moving in perfect sync.
With his weight pushing down on me so I don’t float away, I finally fall asleep.
Feeling safe and protected in the cage he’s made for me with his body.
A steady throb between my thighs pulls me out of my light slumber. The growing persistence forcing me awake.
Though I slept and found some rest, it wasn’t very deep.
I drifted somewhere between my dreams and reality.
The weight of James’s body keeping my demons at bay.
Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I see in the early dawn light that fills the room is James’s big shoulder. He’s still spread on top of me, his arms caging me in.
And my arms and legs are still wrapped around his chest and waist.
I try to shift a little, noticing my ass is growing numb from being stuck in this position for too long.
As soon as I move though, I notice something else. Another pulsing sensation. But this pulsing isn’t coming from me… it’s coming from James.
Pinned between us and pushed up against my sex, his cock pulses against me like a strong heartbeat.
Turning my head to the left, I look at his face.
He’s still asleep.
His expression peaceful, his breathing slow and deep.
Just like when he’s happy, in his sleep, he looks so much younger. So much softer and less threatening.
You’d never guess at the darkness that lurks beneath that beautiful face.
Not until he opens his eyes, at least.
And that face…
It’s strange, but I swear, somehow, he’s becoming more and more handsome every day. It could be that it’s just now hitting me because of my grief. Slowly creeping up on me…
But a part of me wonders if it’s not something else. Something I can’t explain.
I watch him for a few minutes, wondering what he’s dreaming about. What runs through his unconscious brain.
Does he dream of puppies?
Does he dream of killing people?
Or does he dream of me?
Obsessing over me even in his sleep?
A couple of days ago, the thought alone would be frightening. But now… now that I’m finally starting to realize I would be fucking lost without him, I find it heavy and heady.
So damn heavy and heady, I can’t help but squirm again. Not because I’m uncomfortable. No, I’m not the least bit uncomfortable now.
I’m squirming with growing need.
With the way my core is throbbing and clenching, I’m surprised I didn’t wake up again, molesting him in my sleep.
Last night I had to have his weight on top of me to keep me from floating away.
Today I want him inside me again, stretching and filling me until I feel whole and complete.
Turning my head, I start to rub my cheek against his shoulder and whisper his name. “James.”
I want him to wake up, but I don’t want to yank him harshly out of his dreams.
“Sophia,” he murmurs then sighs, his warm breath hitting my neck as his arms tighten around me.
I peek back over at his face. He’s still asleep, except there’s a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips now.
Smiling my own smile, I rub my cheek against his shoulder again. “James, please wake up.”
He shifts his weight a little, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy.
I freeze for a moment, my muscles locking up as a sudden burst of hot, electric desire sizzles through every vein in my body.
When the spike of intensity finally fades away, I’m left feeling even more achy and needy. My clit throbbing so hard, it’s hard to think straight.
“James, please, I need you,” I whisper desperately, fighting the urge to just rock my hips and take what my body craves from him.
I don’t want to take advantage of him in his sleep.
But if he doesn’t wake up soon…
As if I said the magic words, James’s eyes flash open, almost immediately searching my face.
The smile he was wearing vanishes, wiped out by a look of alarm. “What do you need, baby?”
“You,” I groan and finally give into the urge to roll my hips to prove my point.
Grinding myself shamelessly against his stiff length.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I rub and work myself against him.
Lids lowering, his eyes scorch me with instant hunger and heat.
But he seems to hesitate.
I don’t want him to hesitate. I don’t want him to think about anything but shoving his big cock so far up my pussy I’ll be tasting him for days.
I couldn’t play his little games right now even if he tried to make me.
Sinking my nails into his back, I arch up and moan in face. “Fuck me, James. Please fuck me before I—”
The phone on the nightstand to my right begins to vibrate and ring, cutting me off with it’s annoying noise.
James glances at the phone then back to me, looking as annoyed as I feel.
I open my mouth with the intention of telling him to ignore it. If he answers it, I’ll fucking kill him.
But before I even get the chance to form the first syllable, he’s shoving his tongue past my teeth as he grabs the back of my knee.
Hitching my leg up, he slams inside me, hard and deep.
Sparks flash in front of my eyes and the walls of my core quiver as they stretch around him. Soaking wet with my need.
He takes a moment to kiss me, his tongue and lips devouring me with the same desperation I feel thrumming through every inch of my body, before he pulls back until just the tip of his cock remains inside me.
The phone on the nightstand stops ringing as he tears his mouth away from mine and drives himself back into my eager pussy.
Only to start ringing again almost immediately.
Panting and grunting as he furiously slams his hips into my thighs, James ignores it at first. His eyes and attention locked on my face as I struggle against giving into my release too quickly.
I don’t want to come yet…
But I was so wound up before he thrust inside me, I already feel dangerously close to exploding and gushing all over him, me, and the sheets.
The phone stops, then starts right back up again.
“God fucking dammit!” James nearly roars up at the ceiling.
Then he looks down at me, pinning me with his eyes. “I need you to be a good girl, Sophia, and be quiet while I take this call,” he grunts.
I shake my head and groan, “You can’t…”
Ignoring me, he reaches over and grabs the phone anyway.
His eyes leave my face for a second as he looks to the screen.
Then he’s pinning me again with a firm look.
His cock still slamming in and out of me.
“Be a good girl or I’ll stop,” he warns.
Pressing my lips together, I lean my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. Internally cursing myself for waking up so damn horny.
I want to fucking die when I hear him growl, “What the fuck is it?”
I’m swallowing back my moans, but with how soaked I am, there’s no way the person on the other end of the line won’t hear all the wet, slapping noises we’re making.