Page 61 of Crave Me
Chapter Twenty
Simon
Awareness of the morning sounds outside hit my ears first and I opened my eyes. I rolled over and curled my arms around Chloe. At some point during the night, she’d rolled to her side, out of my reach. After the scene on the couch, I fucked her another time in my bed and was so blissed out I’d passed out just after she did.
But now, she was next to me, her body warm and pliant. Her blonde hair fanned out over her shoulders, draping over the covers she pulled tight around her body. Bringing her to my home last night had shifted things with us. I didn’t want to keep my distance from her any longer. I wanted her here.
I wanted her scent all over my house, her light perfume the first aroma I inhaled when I stepped inside. But I’d also seen pain lash through her eyes when she’d gazed at my kitchen table. Large enough to fit eight, it was perfect for large family gatherings and entertaining friends.
How could I begin to grow feelings for a woman whose family would never understand us together? It seemed impossible. Yet, the impossibilities aside, I was beginning to love everything about Chloe. Her sass, her compliance, her intelligence and her beauty, they were all wrapped in the petite and blonde package next to me.
I drifted a hand beneath the sheets and ran my fingers along the soft, silken expanse of her stomach. A soft breath left her lips but she didn’t wake. One soft sound and I was hard for her.
A dozen possible scenes of how to wake her flashed in my mind like a movie, and while I contemplated them, I continued brushing my hand over her stomach, up to the curve just beneath the swell of her handful-sized breasts, over to her ribs.
I wanted to plug her, prepare her so when I claimed her ass, it wouldn’t pain her.
I wanted to bend her over and slam my dick inside her wet pussy and have her screaming my name before she could even think of wanting coffee.
Most of all, I wanted her hands on me, touching me while I pushed my cock deep inside of her.
So many options and I had the rest of the day to make good on them.
“Good morning,” she muttered.
I smiled against her cheek and pushed my hand lower to her clit where I discovered she was already wet and wanting.
“Let me play with you,” I whispered. “I want to touch you all over.”
“Hmmm. Sounds delightful.” Her legs stretched and she pushed one backward, draping it over my own legs. It opened her to me and I took full advantage, pressing two fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Did you dream of me? Or do you always wake up soaking wet?”
“Dreamed of you.” Her panting quickened. I pulled out of her and ran my hand teasingly along her inner thighs, at the crease outside her pussy lips.
“Tell me about it.”
She shivered in my arms. A small smile graced her lips. “I want your fingers inside of me.”
I pinched the soft flesh of her thigh. “Tell me about the dream and you’ll get them. If it was a really good dream, perhaps you’ll get more.”
She’d get more even if it weren’t. Keeping my dick out of her was becoming my least favorite thing.
“We were here, in your bed,” she said. “I wasn’t tied up, and you had your body on mine.” She snuggled into me, spread her legs farther apart and pushed her ass against me, grinding, rubbing.
I gripped her thigh and held her tight. “Stop trying to top me or you’ll be punished.”
“You think that would deter me?”
I loved that it didn’t.
I spanked her exposed pussy lightly and she yelped.
“Dream. Tell me more. When I was on top of you, was I naked? Hard? Fucking you?”
Another shudder rolled through her. “Not at first. You were clothed, only your chest was exposed. You tasted me everywhere, sucked on my nipples, ran your tongue beneath them.”
I rolled her to her back, fell between her spread thighs, and pushed the covers out of our way. “Like this?”
