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Not that I don’t want to do more. I definitely do, but this feels good and I’ll take what I can get for as long as I can get it with Honey. Touching her, kissing her, sleepily exploring her body is all I need.
Honey sighs and melts against me, and gradually, our kisses slow, and our wandering hands still. I think I’m never going to fall asleep with this hard-on, but with Honey in my arms, I drift away.
***
I wake to Honey’s mouth on my chest, her tongue twirling my nipple. I’m immediately awake and so hard I doubt I even got soft while I slept.
“Good morning.”
She smiles up at me. “Do you mind being woken up this way? I’m in the right head space now.”
“You can wake me up anyway you want, but didn’t I promise to wake you up with my mouth on you?”
“I woke up first. I win.” She goes back to kissing me, working her way down my body. As much as I want to feel her lips around my cock, I want to be inside her again more. And I’m so revved, I won’t last a moment with her mouth on me.
I pull her back up and kiss her, touching and teasing her everywhere I can reach. She might be in the right head space, but I want to make sure she’s as on edge as I am. I want to make sure she enjoys every moment of whatever we do.
As I move away to trail kisses down her neck, she gasps. “Jaxon. I want more.”
I stop and look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and kiss-reddened lips, her hair a mess. She’s never looked more beautiful and I’m so hard, I swear I could come just from the sight of her like this in my bed. “Are you interested in an orgasm, or do you just want more of this?”
She scrunches her nose. “I can’t promise I’ll have an orgasm, but I want to try.”
I smile. “So maybe what you need is lots of foreplay? That sounds like my kind of fun.”
She strokes my cheek, her expression fond and gentle. “You really are too good to be true.”
I hate all the men who came before me who didn’t have the sense to give this woman everything she needed, but I’m also grateful, because it means I get to have her in my bed and in my arms.
I kiss my way down her body and sink between her legs. She moans at the first swipe of my tongue and it doesn’t take long before she’s screaming my name and coming hard. I feel like more of a rock star than I do on a stage in front of screaming fans as I rise up until I’m hovering over her, my cock inches from her delicious entrance.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me against her. Her eyes are glassy, her expression dazed and sated. “Get inside me now, pop star.”
Sliding into her feels like a first sip of water after a long concert in the heat. Pleasure swamps me. “I’m not going to last long.”
“I don’t want you to.” Her voice is raspy as she lifts her hips to pull me deeper. “I’ve been waiting to feel you come inside me for far too long.”
I let go of whatever control I’d been hanging onto and piston my hips, reveling in the little gasps of pleasure I wring from her, the vibrations of her body as aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her.
She feels so fucking good. I never want to stop fucking her. But my body, strung so tight, can’t last long.
The orgasm doesn’t roll over me, it grips me hard and rips me apart, scattering my pieces in an explosion of pleasure so bright it sears my corneas and leaves me blind for a long moment.
Honey sighs with pleasure and rubs my back as I sink back into myself, alive and whole, my body singing with energy and pleasure. I pull her into my arms and roll, snuggling her tight against my chest, breathing in her sweet scent.
When I’ve caught my breath, I clean us both up and settle back into bed with her curled in my arms.
“What’s with the paintings here?” she asks in a sleepy voice.
She’s facing a wall with three of my favorites. One is of a fairy ring, all the delicate, ethereal creatures glowing as they dance. The second is of a unicorn racing through a forest. The third is of an ogre, cleaning his nails with a sharpened bone. “You don’t like them?”
She snuggles back against me. “They’re whimsical and beautiful, just not what I’d expect to see in the bedroom of a…” She pauses. “Oh, right. Never mind, they’re exactly what I’d expect of a pop star. Where’s your cotton candy slide?”
I pinch her hip, and she laughs.
“I love fantasy. It was my escape when I was a kid away from home, working at first for fun and, later, to support my family as well.”
“What kind of fantasy?”
