Chapter 35
HOLLY
Imust have dozed off waiting. The sound of the key turning wakes me only halfway.
I keep my eyes closed, curled on his couch under a warm blanket.
I shouldn’t be here, but I wanted to surprise him.
It’s past midnight and he just walked in from work.
I sink deeper, too tired to move, but my chest warms at the familiar presence filling the room.
He drops a kiss on my forehead and disappears.
The shower starts.
I drift, half-waking when the couch dips under his weight and his chest presses to my back. Heat pools in my core at the feel of him. I can feel how tired he is, the heaviness in his body. He exhales in my hair.
“Missed you all damn day,” he murmurs.
Eyes still closed, I murmur something back, not even sure what (odds are it’s about food).
His hand slides under the blanket, under my nightgown, lower.
The blanket shifts. His hand moves past my waistband, down to the thin cotton between my legs.
He tugs my panties down slowly, careful not to wake me fully.
I sigh and shift just enough to let him.
The fabric drags down my thighs and he pushes it aside.
His fingers find my clit.
“Dext…” My voice is soft, drowsy.
“Shhh. Go back to sleep,” he whispers against my ear, already rubbing me in soft circles. “You only enjoy.”
It feels like a dream. He focuses only there.
It’s the barest touch, circling so softly I almost don’t register it.
My body does. My breath catches and I arch back into him.
“Let it happen.” He never speeds up, just keeps the rhythm slow, brushing over my swollen clit, running circles, over and over and over, until my insides shake.
I bite down on a moan as the orgasm takes me, pulsing around his fingers.
“That’s it,” he breathes and slows his hand. He kisses my shoulder, softly, and pulls the blanket higher around me. “Good night, beautiful.”