10. Hawg
HAWG
Ilay in her bed, something I never do, holding Onyx for the longest time while our bodies calm and far after she’s fallen into a deep sleep with her cheek pressed against my chest and her mane of silky hair spread over my skin.
My dark-haired angel is as passionate as I had hoped, but that’s not going to make this desire go away any time soon.
I’ve barely had time to calm and I’m ready to go again.
Onyx murmurs something in her sleep too low for me to make out but then smiles as her fingers splay against my bare skin, making little circle patterns in the hair on my chest. This is far past the time I usually get up, get dressed, and give some reason, any reason, for needing to leave.
But I could watch Onyx sleep like this for hours and holding her against me, skin to skin, heat to heat, while her fingers roam is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Desire to be next to another person, cradled with another person, even while not having sex.
Somehow this ivory-skinned, dark-haired beauty has gotten deep under my skin.
It’s more than an hour later of us trying to sleep but still reaching for the other.
I already know I’m not leaving her bed tonight.
Because she’s not like the others. That’s a fucking fact.
But as she really wakes, when her delicate foot slides over my thigh, down the length of my leg as she kisses my chest, and then abs, licking like a kitten that’s hungry for milk, my cock is already hard and ready for another round.
It’s not my nature, but I let Onyx take the lead, anxious to see where this little play is going and when she rubs my cock, already hard as stone, and takes it into her hot wet mouth, everything else fades away as she gives as good as she got.