Lilac’s eyes are heavy with sleep, but when I lean in and take one of her nipples into my mouth, she moans. Quiet and needy. Her fingers twitch like she wants to reach for me, but can’t.
I suck on her nipple, dragging my tongue in slow, lazy circles, then move to the other, giving it the same attention. I could live between her tits, worship them for the rest of my life, and still not get enough.
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” I whisper, sucking harder. “You were made for me, baby. These tits, this body... all mine.”
When I finally pull back, I spread her legs gently and stare down between them, my breath catching in my throat.
My cum is leaking out of her.
I groan and trail two fingers along her slit, watching it glisten. Then I push it back in.
Deep.
She moans in her sleep, her legs twitching.
“Gotta keep you full,” I murmur, still working my fingers inside her slowly. “Can’t let a drop of me go to waste. Not when it belongs to you.”
I notice that the room smells sweet, just like her as I climb in the bed beside her, pulling the blanket over both of us. She’s already halfway asleep, lips parted, lashes fluttering against her cheeks.
But I’m not done.
Not when I’m still hard. Still inside my head over the time I’ve spent pining for her always with the thought that we’d never get this kind of ending. I’m still fucking addicted to her.
I push her thighs apart further and lower myself on top of her to slide back inside, slow and easy this time. She moans in her sleep, and I swear I feel like I could come again just from the feel of her.
My hand that isn’t holding my weight from crushing her finds her breast, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardens. I groan and roll it between my fingers, then lower my mouth and suck, keeping her nipple in my teeth while I thrust slowly.
"That’s my good fucking girl," I growl, dragging my hand down her stomach to hold her thigh open wider to accommodate me. "So good for me, even in your sleep."
I move to my knees and use my hand that was holding me up to wrap lightly around her throat, just holding her there, not tight, but firm enough to make me lose my mind.
Her body twitches, adjusting, clenching around me.
I kiss the side of her neck, dragging my lips across her skin. "You’re mine, Lilac. You take my cock like you were built for it."
The pressure builds again, fast and blinding, but I still don’t want to wake her. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I bury myself all the way, grinding against her with slow, possessive thrusts, and it doesn’t take but maybe ten more before I’m spilling into her.
Hot and deep.
My cum shoots inside her already filled pussy, thick and messy, and I don’t stop until every drop is where it belongs.
“Couldn’t help it,” I whisper against her neck, rocking into her with slow, lazy thrusts. “You’re too perfect. You make me crazy.”
She doesn’t wake. Just breathes heavy, letting me use her body like it’s mine. Because it is. Every inch of this girl belongs to me.
I keep rocking slightly inside of her until the tension in my body dissolves. Until I’m buried as deep as I can go. Until her warmth surrounds every part of me.
And when I finally still inside her, I whisper what I’ve been holding in.
“I love you.”
She doesn’t respond. She’s already asleep.
But I know she’ll hear it one day.
Because I’ll never stop saying it.
CALLUM
