Page 104 of Wildest Dreams

I drop my head into the curve of her neck, groaning quietly.

“You’ve been trying to blow that thing up with yourmouth?” I mumble into her skin, my hands tightening on her waist as my shoulder muscles flex.

No-one told this girl that airbed pumps exist? What the fuck?

“How else would I do it?” she whispers, hands tentatively moving to the back of my neck as I leash my arms around her and haul her up.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” I whisper, too astounded and turned on by the image of her trying to blow up the mattress with her mouth to answer her question. “Don’t tell me that you’ve just had that thing lying there and not being used this whole time.”

She purses her lips together and stares guiltily at my chest.

I bounce her firmly against my body and she releases a sad guilty hum.

I duck my head so that I can reach her cheek with my mouth, pressing a couple of kisses against her as she cautiously lets her fingers trace over my shoulders, until she’s fully massaging my pecs.

There’s nowhere on Earth that I’d rather be right now.

I keep one arm leashed around her lower back and I use the other one to arrange the sheets, quickly tossing out both of the quilts before dragging her sleeping bag on top of them, and then folding the overhang over the top of it.

Aisling watches as I prepare the make-shift bed for us and, after spotting her small night-light again, I walk us over to it and push it a little closer to the sheets, hoping that it looks kind of rustic and cosy.

When I finally step back from the squishy pile of bedding, Aisling wraps her arms tighter around my shoulders and I press another kiss to one of her cheeks.

“Blanket fort,” she whispers, her eyes sparkling.

I give her a playful squeeze on the ass before finally setting her down from her position on my waist. Then I turn her gently in my arms and hold her back up against my front.

“Yeah,” I murmur, as we walk over to it.

She lightly prods at the blankets with one of her sparkly toes. I huff a laugh against her neck, squeezing my arms around her tighter.

Then I press my mouth against her ear and growl, “Get in the fucking blanket fort.”

She giggles loudly in my arms, making me grin and clutch her tighter, picking her back up off the floor so that I can lower her down on the sheets myself. I press her down on her belly and settle in behind her on my spread haunches, shoving her insideher plush sleeping bag and then swaddling her up with all of the blankets.

“Tanner,” she laughs, shoving me playfully as she tries to wiggle back out of it.

I lean back on one of my elbows and let her, and as soon as she’s free she climbs on top of me. The thick quilts envelop us in our own private world.

Aisling’s sleeping bag and my quilt are cosy as fuck underneath me, and the weight of her perfect body on mine has my fingers squeezing roughly into the backs of her soft thighs.

“I wanna go to sleep like this every night,” I murmur, one of my palms giving her a spank on the ass, before roaming up the curve of her waist and tangling its way into the back of her hair.

I wrap her waves around my fist before gently tugging backwards, making her lift her perfect face and look up at me from under her lashes.

There’s something naughty about that shimmer in her eyes and it makes me lift myself back up onto my elbows, watching her warily as she tries to bite back her smile, trying to look innocent.

She slowly sits herself upright and presses her warm palms against my abdomen, her soft golden thighs straddling the thick ridge beneath my sweatpants.

“What is it?” I rasp, my gaze searching hers in the darkness.

Why’s she looking at me so naughtily for?

“Um,” she whispers, cheeks flushing pink as she smiles.

Slowly, she leans over me so that she can drag the night-light a little closer, her breasts almost scraping over my mouth as she pulls it into place. I turn my head away from her beautiful tits and grunt, my chest rapidly rising and falling.

“I, uh…” she begins as she sits back on my lap, sheets pooling behind her waist and letting me take her in unobstructed. The night-light is barely emitting a single watt of energy but thegentle stream of moonlight filtering in from the balcony makes Aisling glow warmly in the darkness.

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