Page 153 of To Hate Adam Connor
Would you like to know what kind of sex I love the most? You know almost everything about me, so it’s only fair that you know that too.
Sleepy sex. I love sleepy sex. I could have sex with sleepy sex, I love it that much.
Specifically, I should say, I love sleepy sex with Adam Connor. To be woken with his mouth on me, to gasp into his hand as he tries to keep me quiet so my moans and gasps won’t be heard by the perfect little human down the hall…to be woken with a magical cock pushing inside me--Adam’s magical cock, just in case you didn’t get that… I approve of that kind of sex each and every time.
So since I love sleepy sex so much, it was the perfect wake-up call on the best day of my life. I woke up with a big hand around my breast, squeezing and pulling my nipple. I groaned, and he shushed me gently. His lips were against my neck, kissing and licking and biting.
“What are you doing?” I asked dazedly, a small shiver running through my body as he softly bit my skin. I was still somewhere in between dream world and the real one.
His hand traveled all the way down from my breast to my thigh, and he pulled my leg up and over his thigh. I smiled, eyes still closed, and helped him by sliding back until my very naked ass rested against his very hard abs.
My leg secured over his thigh, his hand covered my hip, and he pulled me down a little.
“Adam,” I murmured sleepily as I felt his hard cock between my legs. My body was already tingling from the excitement of having that thing so close.
I rolled my hips, as much as I could manage with him behind me, and turned my head back so I could have my morning kiss.
The minute my lips were close enough he took my mouth in a slow, seducing kiss. I moaned and just let my body go soft in his arms when the warmth of him reached deep into my bones. Slowly everything faded away, and I felt nothing but the love between us.
Without his lips ever leaving mine, I felt his hand spread me open, and I could tell he was making sure I was ready to take him. Then he guided himself into me slowly, his hips moving so fucking slowly. When it was all too much to take in, I broke away from his kiss and held my breath. One last inch and he was all in.
Completely mine.
He slid his arm under mine and curled his fingers around my shoulder, holding me still for his lazy thrusts.
“Good morning, Lucy,” he whispered as I let go of my breath as quietly as I could.
I wasn’t quite ready to say anything. “Hmmm,” was all I could manage.
He pulled out, leaving nothing but the thick head inside me, and then pushed it slowly back in as I scrambled to grab his bicep with my right hand.
“Ahhhh,” I murmured, too gone for words.
“I love waking you up like this,” he whispered into my ear, somehow managing to keep his thrusts steady. “You’re so soft, so willing to do everything I say when you first wake up in the morning.” He pressed a kiss on my shoulder and gave me a perfectly timed hard thrust.
Jesus!
“When have I ever not been willing to get in bed with you?” I shot back quietly.
“Never, but there is something different about you when I take you first thing in the morning. I think you love it, too.”
I loved everything with him, period, but yeah, I loved watching him do all the work as he held me in his arms and let me watch him through sleepy eyes. Some mornings I did wake up before him, and if and when that happened, I always made sure he had a good start to his morning…a very good and relaxing start.
“I love your cock, period,” I admitted. “It doesn’t matter what time it is, I love having it in me any time of day.”
I managed to open my legs wider and started to roll my hips downward, urging him to go faster.
“Always so greedy and impatient,” he murmured before sucking my ear lobe into his mouth. “I love you, Lucy.”
With his words, I contracted around him and smiled through his groan.
“I love you, Adam.” There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation anymore. “I especially love when I get to come on you first thing in the morning.”
“You do? You want to come on my cock? Last night wasn’t enough?”
“Last night it was just two times. You were tired, so I didn’t want to press.” I turned my face to him. “It’s your fault,” I whispered, my eyes finally catching his. “I don’t feel satisfied unless you make me come three times in one go. It feels like there is something missing.”
“Hmmm, so I have to make you come three times now?”
