“Careful, sweetheart,” he says with a grin. “I might think you’ve got a fridge magnet with my name on it.”
“You wish.”
He leans over and kisses my nose. “Should I be grateful that you’re not kicking me out?”
“You should be grateful I let you in, Tristan. I’m not kicking you out till you prove you can last longer.”
He tickles me. I giggle and squirm, ending up under him.
At some point we’re kissing again.
We can’t seem to stop.
CHAPTER 15
TRISTAN
I wake up with Ligaya’s ass pressed against my hard cock while my arms wind around her, one palm holding her heavy breast. I think she’s still asleep, her chest lifting and falling in a steady rhythm. My nose is nestled in her neck and my lips brush the honeyed skin of her shoulder.
The only sign that she’s awakening is the quickening of her pulse.
“I know you’re awake,” I whisper into her ear. “But you can pretend to be asleep while I have my way with you.”
She says nothing, though her breath hitches.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say while reaching over to rub her clit. She’s hot and wet. I press my erection in the crevice between her butt cheeks. She tilts her hips to deepen our contact. I suck at her shoulder while grinding our bodies.
Ligaya opens her legs, and the slickness of her arousal guides me to the narrow gap between her thighs. She traps me in that tight space. It’s fucking agony to be so close to her pussy and not bury myself in it.
I nestle her sensitive clit between two fingers, working it with slow circles while kissing her shoulder and sucking her neck. She sighs, and that’s all the permission I need.
Guiding Ligaya to her back, I get a view of her gorgeous face, eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. My fingers prod more urgently, loving the way her channel tightens around them as I slip inside.
“You’re so fucking eager first thing in the morning. So goddamn hot,” I mumble reverently before taking a breast in my mouth and sucking hard. She arches up. I move to the other nipple, tracing the outline of the areola with my tongue. My hand is soaked as she grinds down on it. I curve my fingers to massage her front walls.
“Are you close, sweetheart?”
Her eyes still closed, she merely nods and whines.
“Need more?”
She grabs my forearms and wiggles her hips.
I reposition myself over her, kissing down her stomach and using my shoulders to widen her legs. I clamp down on her clit and swirl my tongue. The sound she makes is low and primal and sexy as fuck.
I find the pace and pressure that make her shiver, then I suck her clit till her body pulses. Ligaya grips my hair to keep me in place as she rides out her climax.
I’m so aroused, my hardness throbs. My hips jerk against the sheets, aching with the need to penetrate.
Ligaya guides me up her lush body. We kiss hungrily, the sweet richness of her cum intoxicating us both. Her hand grabs my aching cock. I indulge in the pleasure of her tight fist, looking down at it while I thrust, and she tightens.
My head falls on her shoulder in frustration.
“I don’t have any more condoms.”
Is there a sadder sentence in the English language? I think not.
“Fuck my tits, then.”
