Page 106 of All I Need

“AGGH!”

I feel Walker smile against my skin and I squirm beneath him. The whole sleeping naked together thing has its benefits. The sleeplessness is so worth it, too. Just knowing the other is under the sheets without clothes on seems to wake us both up out of a sound sleep, anxious to get our fill. Though, I’m not sure either of us will ever have enough.

“Damn, Walker, I love how you know my body.”

He groans, loving my words just as much as I love the truth of them. His tongue swipes against my center, plunging two fingers inside me then he moves slightly, sucking on the most sensitive part of me.

He’s already learned that it takes me longer in the morning, especially after coming so many times over the past forty-eight hours but it doesn’t seem to bother him, rather, it appears he’s quite enjoying himself.

Best.

Wakeup.

Ever.

I know he feels my orgasm cresting. His fingers curl and the suction becomes just a touch harder. I cry out his name along with a string of unintelligible words that even I don’t understand.

He kisses his way up my body, his hard on rubbing against my skin in the process.

“You make it easy, Ellie girl.”

“What?”

“To know your body. To love you.”

“Isn’t that a country song?”

He barks out a laugh but it quickly dies when he lines himself up with my center, stroking against me, my wetness making him glisten.

We both look down at where we’re connected. Our gazes fixed, breaths heavy.

“I love watching you take me.”

“I love taking you,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist and hooking my ankles together. He buries his head in my neck and I curl my fingers around his.

He’s inside me and I still don’t feel like we’re close enough.

I tighten my legs and he grunts, “I know. I know,” he says, reading my body language. “It’ll never be enough.”

“Never,” I moan.

The sound of our lovemaking breaks through the quiet of his bedroom. The flimsy curtains blow in the light breeze coming through the open window and I’m grateful he lives in a secluded area.

His tongue snakes out against the sensitive skin on my neck and he drives into me in a punishing rhythm. We come together, both of us groaning loudly.

“Fuck I wish every day was Sunday and we could have a repeat of yesterday.”

My head is still up in the clouds so I can’t find it in me to begin to understand what he means. “What?”

“I think I could die happy right here. Never moving from this spot. Just wrapped up in the sheets, losing sleep together.”

“Wow, did you have some country music osmosis going on while we were asleep?”

He laughs. “You caught that, huh?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“At least I know we have the same taste in music.”

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