Chapter 5
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LENNY
The knock on the door interrupts our stare-off. I’ve never seen Daisy so mad, but she also confessed her love for me… And after years of being in love with and secretly pining over this woman, hearing her say the feelings are mutual has me freaking the fuck out on the inside.
Should I have schemed a plan with her dad behind her back?
Probably not.
But it’s too late now. She spins on her heel with the pizza box in hand and heads toward the kitchen, brushing past me without even a second glance, and practically throws the pizza on the counter.
“Why is there not a bottle of liquor anywhere in this goddamn house?” Daisy huffs, shutting the cabinet she was just searching.
“Because I told your dad you were coping with alcohol so he threw it all out.”
That only gets another huff out of her, but no words. She just pulls one of the barstools out and grabs a slice of pizza, eating without a word. And I follow suit, not wanting to piss her off anymore than I know she already is.
After we’ve both had another slice in complete silence, Daisy looks at me with a pissed expression still on her face. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“And what if I want to sleep in your bed?” I spin my barstool so my knees are brushing her thighs, and whisper, “What if I need to hold you and finally feel what it’s like to sleep next to you, with you wrapped up in my arms all night?”
Like she’s thinking it over, I watch as Daisy’s eyes shut and her breathing picks up. I’m convinced for a second that she’s finally giving in to what’s between us, but when her eyes open, there’s a determination in them. “We can’t…”
“We can.”
“It’s late, I’m tired, and today has been a lot. I’m going to shower and going to bed.” She’s up and moving toward the hall bathroom, then adds over her shoulder, “The couch, Lenny.”
I head to shower in the other bathroom, which thankfully is filled with Kayla’s shower products that hopefully she doesn’t mind me using… And I’m in Daisy’s bed well before she finally makes it out of her shower.
I hear her low growl. “Lenny.”
“Say it again like that, I kinda liked it.” And I’m not lying one bit, that low growl went right to my clit. I turn away from her, not wanting to poke the bear, and when her light turns off, the smile that forms on my lips is pure evil.
She’s letting me sleep in her bed.
This counts as a win, right?!
I’m woken up from a dream that I can’t seem to recall, but if I had to guess, it was some sort of wet dream with the state of my sleep shorts.
I shrug them off, leaving me bare, and sit up to pull my T-shirt over my head. In doing so, it pulls the covers down, and when I look back at a sleeping Daisy, she’s completely bare.
She got into the bed next to me, naked, and I had no earthly idea because my dumbass didn’t turn around before drifting off to sleep.
Her chest moves up and down in an even rhythm that I get lost in for a second. I run my finger along the side of her boob where it spills over her arm. When her sleepy moan fills my ears, it only fuels me to keep going.
I let my finger trace the underside of both of her beautiful tits, and the sunrise shining through the sheer curtains allows me to see what I’ve been missing all these years.
I can’t help myself; my mouth is watering to taste her.
With one hand pinching her nipple furthest from me, my lips gently suck the other pale-pink bud into my mouth.
I let my tongue run over the rigid, sensitive flesh, and between my fingers her other pebbles perfectly for me.
She loves it.
Her body loves it.
I whisper, not wanting to wake her while she peacefully sleeps, “You’re reacting beautifully for me while you sleep, my pretty angel.” Her thighs rub together, seemingly on their own, and after a few more licks and tugs to her nipples I pull the covers off her legs.
I climb on top of her, kneeling over the lower half of her peacefully sleeping body, running my nose along her stomach, inhaling the coconut and Tahitian scent I love so much. And as I reach her pussy, her legs begin to spread for me without having to do a thing.
Her body knows what it needs, and right now, what it needs is me.
She bares her glorious cunt to me, and I drag my thumb over her already swollen clit, evoking a sleepy moan to fall from her lips.
I sit back on my feet to look down at what’s before me and groan. “My Birdie girl loves her pussy played with while she’s sleeping, I see.” I swear my ears are met with a whimper, and I need nothing else.
Flattening my body out on her bed, I run my nose up her slit and take another deep inhale.
With one last look at her, I give in, dragging my tongue from her entrance all the way up to focus on her bundle of nerves.
Her legs try to close, but she quickly gives up and relaxes into the mattress—her breathing still even and her eyes closed.
Still sleeping for me, like the good girl she is.
My fingers slide into her entrance, and I pump them in and out a few times, causing her tits to bounce for me beautifully.
My mouth lands on her clit again, sucking it between my lips.
I lock in slowly, pumping in and out of her with the perfect rhythm, all while keeping suction and running my tongue across the sensitive bud.
Her breathing picks up, but I can’t bring myself to look up, so I focus on the task at hand.
Ensure my Daisy comes on my tongue.