Page 131 of When We Were Us
“Morning, baby. Sleep ok?” he asks and his hand slips down to strum his thumb over my hard nipple.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “You?” I lift my head so he can slip his arm underneath me and I lay my head on his bicep. His other hand grips my hip, pulling me back against him.
“Perfect with you against me,” he says into my hair, inhaling me. Then, he reaches between my legs, running his fingers through the wetness already gathered there.
Without another word, he pulls my thigh back, opening me for him, and within seconds, he’s sinking into me from behind.
I hiss, feeling the burn from taking his fingers and cock all night long, and he goes still.
His voice is husky from sleep and need as he asks, “You ok?”
“Yes,” I say, breathlessly. “Don’t stop, Hank.”
I press my hips back into him. His hold tightens across my chest from the front and his fingers dig into my hips as he begins to move in a slow, deep rhythm. Taking my hand in his, he presses my fingers between my thighs.
“Play with that pretty pussy, baby. I want to hear you when you come,” he rasps in my ear.
As he slides in and out, I mirror the same lazy, slow pace on my clit that he’s keeping with his hips. It’s sweet, whereas last night was filthy. He presses hot kisses to my back and shoulders and tells me how beautiful I am. Then, he grabs my free hand and laces our fingers together, kissing my palm.
It doesn’t take long before that perfect ache turns into a series of thundering heartbeats that push me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m close. So close, Hank.”
“Me too, Wrennie. Come with me, baby.”
He thrusts deep one last time, groaning, and it's all I need as I follow him over the edge.
After a shower—inwhich Hank pushes me up against the tile and lifts my leg over his shoulder to give me one more mind-blowing orgasm—we get dressed and go down to the kitchen to make breakfast. I truly don’t know how I’m upright this morning because my legs are wrecked.
I start coffee while he gathers ingredients for breakfast burritos. It's really just eggs and cheese rolled in a tortilla, but when we take our plates to the couch and settle in to eat, breakfast has never tasted so good after the night we shared. A girl could get used to this.
I sit in my usual spot, with my back against the arm of the couch, and Hank is on the middle cushion. We eat in a comfortable silence, and when we’re finished, he puts our plates on the table before pulling my feet into his lap.
I lean my head back and close my eyes. “I’ll give you all the money in my bank account if you agree to rub my feet every night for the rest of my life,” Isay. He runs his thumb up the arch of my right foot, and I let out a long, exaggerated moan as he connects with a particularly delicious spot.
“Keep making that sound and your feet are not all I’ll be rubbing,” he says, all husk and desire, while hitting me with a smoldering look as I look back up at him.
“You’re going to ruin my vagina,” I choke out through a laugh.
He shrugs. “That’s the plan.”
I chuck an embroidered pillow at his head. He deflects it with a laugh, and it hits the floor three feet away.
I smirk at him and wiggle my foot, prompting him to keep rubbing. “Do you have any plans today?”
“Other than ruining your vagina, you mean?”
“Oh God, I’ve created a monster.” I nudge his thigh with my foot again, and he laughs, then lifts it and presses a quick kiss to the tops of my toes. It’s crazy intimate and it makes me blush.
He turns fully to me and rests his arm along the back of the couch. “What areyourplans?”
I shrug. “Plenty to do around here, I guess.”
He nods and looks around the room. “Sure you don’t wanna paint in here?”
“Only if Finn changes her mind. I thought maybe we could talk to her together at the dinner for Hudson and Paige.” I purse my lips and decide to go for it. “I want to tell her about us, too. If you’re ok with that?
“I think she already knows we’re fucking, Wrenley,” he says with a smirk.
