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We didn’t talk about it the next morning, but the following night, around one, he shook me awake. I was dead asleep, my whole body warm and limp beneath my heap of covers.
“What is it?” I murmured.
His hand slid down my naked side and pushed between my thighs. “Can I go down on you?”
I cracked an eye. “I’m not sure I can orgasm…I’m barely awake.”
“You don’t need to,” he said, sliding under the blankets.
Confused, I pushed the covers down until his head was exposed. His eyes were heavy, but there was a hint of unease to them. Like there had been after his nightmare.
Had he had another one?
“Are you okay, Merrick?” I asked, my voice cracking.
He nodded, running his nose across my pussy.
“You always taste so good,” he murmured. “It’s calming. Grounding.”
I slid my hand down and stroked through his hair and his lids fluttered. His eyes closed as his mouth moved over me and his arm came up and pulled the covers over his head.
“Go to sleep, cariad,” he said, muffled.
I lay on my back and felt his mouth work between my legs. After a while, he slowed until it was just languid caresses. Then his jaw, scratchy with stubble, sank against my inner thigh. His breathing evened and I peeled back the covers to find him asleep.
Big hands gripping my hips. Face buried against the heat of my pussy.
When I woke, he was still sleeping in the same place, but he was snoring a little this time. I bit back a giggle. It was kind of cute the way he was curled up between my legs. Too large to fit properly.
He stirred, eyes opening. He blinked twice and I saw realization sink in as he focused on me up above him.
“I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” he said hoarsely.
“You slept with your face between my legs,” I said. “I don’t know how your neck doesn’t hurt.”
He ran his finger over my entrance and it came away glistening. Our eyes met and he pushed himself up onto his hands and crawled over me.
“You got me so hard it hurts, baby,” he breathed.
“You teased me all night,” I pointed out.
He gripped my ass hard and slapped it, making me yelp. All the anxiety of the last two nights was gone and I didn’t dare bring it up again. He could be so guarded.
“You can’t fuck me until you make me French toast,” I yawned, wriggling out from beneath him.
He made a grab for me, but I slipped away and tore down the hallway and stairs and spilled into the kitchen. His footfalls followed me and his muscled forearm wrapped around my waist as I ran past the sink. Yanking me against his naked body.
“You’re being a bad girl this morning,” he said.
“Oh no,” I breathed. “Cry about it.”
I expected him to turn me around and kiss me or spank my ass and carry me back to the bedroom. Instead his hand wrapped around the nape of my neck and bent me in half over the sink. Pushing all the breath out of me.
Two fingers filled me and flicked my G-spot hard.
“Oh God,” I whimpered.
His grip tightened, holding my face into the sink. I was aching between my legs like I’d never ached for him before. The cool air against my wet pussy was making me so sensitive that my clit was throbbing.
