I lost even the visual of Axl’s cock (not that I was in the state to do anything with it anymore) as he slid up between my legs.

“Stay still,” he rumbled.

I stayed as I was on knees and elbows.

I heard the crinkle of plastic.

Seconds later, he was inside me.

Oh yeah.

Yeahyeahyeah.

“Sit up, lose the nightie.” His voice was gruff.

I pushed up on his cock and pulled off my nightie.

One of his hands trailed up my belly, my ribs and cupped my breast.

The other one just moved up, up, and around the back of my neck, into my hair, pressing my head down.

I watched my body bounce as he drove his cock up inside me.

Man, that was hot.

“Axl,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” he ground out, grinding something else too (nice), and twisting his fingers in my hair. “This mane.”

He shoved me down into the bed again, coming with me, covering me, mounting me, and fucking me.

His hand at my breast went to my clit.

I bucked under him when he hit and rolled.

“That’s my girl, Hattie,” he grunted in my ear. “Reach for it.”

“Honey,” I breathed.

He went faster, deeper.

I didn’t have to reach for it, my orgasm was speeding toward the finish line.

“Come, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

I exploded, pounding back into him, whimpering into the sheets.

“Yeah,” he groaned, pushing up to his knees, holding my hips and thrusting into me through my orgasm until he found his.

He barely finished, and I was still shaking through mine, when he pulled out, rolled me to my back, and settled his weight on me and a forearm beside me.

And he was still breathing heavily when he invited, “Feel free to use that as your way out of any and all conversations you’re done having.”

Not having quite caught my breath either, I still burst out laughing.

When I came out of it, he was smiling at me.

I smiled back at first.

Then I stopped and said, “I heard you.”

“All right, Hattie,” he said softly.

All right.

“Is there jam and butter all over the sheets?” I asked.

“I don’t care,” he said as answer.

“Do you have extra sheets so, since a nap is next on our agenda, we can take it, get up, shower off jam and butter and change the sheets so we can fuck again after we eat?”

His body was shaking on mine with his humor when he answered, “Yeah. I have an extra set. Though, maybe we should shower and switch ’em out before we nap.”

I smoothed my fingers along his cheekbone into his silvery hair and suggested, “Works for me. Now, let’s go back to our perfect Sunday.”

He moved in, touched his mouth to mine.

And agreed, “You got it.”

Chapter Fifteen

Back on Track

Axl