Page 102 of Good Vibes Only
McKayla
Istared at a dark ceiling, pleading for sleep to take me. But every time I closed my eyes, my mind conjured up images of Brett. All I could think about was his strong arms wrapping around me, the taste of his lips on mine, and us being one at last. He was so close I could sense him, smell him, taste him—yet, as I glanced at the alarm clock, he was stillsofar away …
I tossed and turned for hours, the sheets tangling around me like a net, trapping me in my own restlessness.
What a fool I was for thinking I could ever get to sleep! The worst part of realizing I wasn’t going to fall asleep was that my fantasy of waking up with Brett inside me obviously wasn’t going to happen. Yes, I was completely serious about that! I don’t care if it’s weird. After waiting for this moment, and pining for him all week long, he wasallI wanted. I thought it’d be incredibly hot to wake up to his big dick parting my folds and sliding right in …
I glanced again at the clock. Hehadto be close, right?
Oh, Brett, please don’t keep me waiting.
My pussy clenched and my insides stirred with a deep longing. Lord, I was wound tighter than a coil of rope, just ready to unravel and come undone at the slightest touch. But I’d resisted the urge to relieve some stress. I wanted Brett to be my release. I wanted to fall apart at his touch, tomeltin his arms.
At last, at some point in the night, I thought I heard something—a distant click, like a door quietly shutting.
Was it him?
I held absolutely still, my heart pounding in my chest, and strained to listen for any sound that might give it away.
Then I heard it: one deliberate footstep after another slowly coming down the hallway. My heart leaped—he was finally here!!! And he was doing such a good job of trying not to wake me.
Good boy,I thought with a bittersweet smile.
If only I’d lived up tomyend of the bargain.
The bedroom door quietly groaned as he slowly opened it. My skin prickled with anticipation when I saw him. Still, I didn’t make a sound as he slipped into the room and slowly moved towards me.
I cracked one eye open. A rush of heat swept through me as I watched him undress, the moonlight streaming against his hard, muscular body. His clothes fell to the floor with a soft patter. The sheets quietly rustled as he lowered himself into bed beside me.
“Brett,” I breathed, barely above a whisper.
“Hi, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
I turned toward him, every inch of my body humming with need. His hands cupped my cheeks and then he was kissing me, his luscious lips warm and insistent as a weeks’ worth of pent-up desire surged through us.
He pulled back. “Did I wake you?” he asked, a note of disappointment in his voice.
“No, I couldn’t sleep a wink.”
He snickered. “I thought you were awake.”
“How could you tell?”
“I dunno. I just knew. I think I sensed you?”
“I sensed you, too. All night long.” I snickered. “That’s what kept me up all night. And I’m pretty disappointed about that, to be honest.”
“Why?”
“You know why,” I told him, drawing my fingernails down his muscular chest. “I already told you.”
His stubble scraped against my skin as he necked me. “Tell me again,” he whispered, his breath hot on my ear.
“I wanted to wake up with you already inside me.”
His muscles locked, his whole body thrumming with need. “Fuck. You were serious about that, huh?”
“Soserious,” I told him. “I even wore crotchless panties so you wouldn’t have to take them off.” I leaned closer and whispered into his ear, “That way, you could just climb into bed and slide ri~ght in.”
