Page 86 of Dark Surrender

Dark

I’m in hell.

When you crawl into bed with the hottest woman alive, you expect there to be some shifting in the night.

The problem?

I tugged her tank top to her waist and fell asleep with my palm on her stomach.

This morning?

Big, beautiful, rosy-tipped, hell.

Iris is on her back, leg hooked over mine, an arm tucked behind her pillow, and the other draped across her stomach. The sun is out, and so are her tits.

She sucks on her lips in the most peaceful rest, while my cock throbs in my boxers, as I stare at her profile. Listen, I’m aware this is inappropriate, but I’m not moving. Nope. I’m not going anywhere. If she wakes up self-conscious, we are shutting that shit down. If she wakes up mad, then I’ll take the heat. If she wakes up suddenly as obsessed with me as I am with her, great, that’d make things a whole lot fucking easier. Whatever comes, I’m ready. Even if that means her coming with my tongue in her pussy as she screams my name.

Yeah. That one sounds fuckin’ perfect.

To distract myself, I stare at the wall and cuff my hand over her leg that’s on mine, where I draw circles across her soft skin. My thoughts spin as I wait for her to wake. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for a morning groan to surface. When she stretches like a cat, with her eyes still closed, and her tits jiggle with the movement, I clench my jaw to keep the hungry noises to myself.

When those mismatched beauties pop open and settle on me, there’s a smile. It’s soft and sweet and lassos the fuck outta my heart.

“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper.

“Morning.” Iris looks down and notices her state of undress. For a second, I expect her to flop off the bed and run to cover up, but she meets my gaze instead. Drawn to her, I roll onto my side and run my fingers up and down her stomach, along the tank top band around her waist, all the way up the underside of her breasts.

Goosebumps sprout across her flawless skin, and she shivers, but I sure as fuck don’t stop. Not unless she asks me to.

“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp as I drag my fingertips across the band at her waist.

Iris rubs her legs together, like she’s getting worked up. Well, that makes two of us, but I have no intention of taking this further. Even if I’d love nothing more than to slide my hand down the front of her shorts, into her wetness, and finger her until she comes.

I bite my bottom lip at the thought, and Iris gasps the sweetest little sound. Looking up at her face, her cheeks are flushed as her chest rises and falls with heavy, panting breaths.

“Dark.”

“Yes?” I pause in the crease beneath her breasts.

Iris squeezes her eyes shut and fists a hand down at her side.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Cupping her breast, careful not to touch her nipple, I lean in and kiss her shoulder. A single peck.

“Dark,” Iris whines like she’s in pain.

“You’re safe here. Whatever you need, I’ll give you. Just tell me what you want.”

A low moan escapes her, and then she knives up in bed, shoves me onto my back, throws the blanket off my legs, and straddles me like a woman possessed. Iris’s nails bite into my pecs as she settles my hard cock between her shorts-covered pussy lips, and rocks back and forth along my length.

Living in one hell of a twilight zone, I grip her hips to help her along, wanting her to use me. Needing it.

“That’s it, beautiful, grind on my cock.”

Lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, Iris whines in pleasure, and when she quickens her pace and begins to shudder, I know she’s about to come.

Wanting to make this even more amazing, I take both tits into my hands and gently rub those rosy nipples.

Iris moans.