I sink in one last time, air gushing from my mouth, and I come so fucking hard, my sight fogs and my hearing distorts. “Jesus Christ,” I blurt, stilling, clenching my eyes closed as I sustain the sensitivity, my body in spasm. I lose all strength, everywhere, my arms failing me, and I collapse, dripping wet, my hips gyrating without instruction, rolling, grinding, relieving me of the pressure. My forehead falls to hers, every piece of me useless. I’m done. Knackered. Good for nothing.

Fuck.

Me.

I feel her shift beneath me, and it takes everything in me to drag my eyes open. But, God, it’s worth it when I find her. I use a bit more strength and pull back, wanting to get her entire sweaty face in my sights. Fucking beautiful. Every inch of her is beautiful. I sigh and kiss her swollen lips, before settling back into her neck again, the feel of her light fingers tracing the planes of my back making me sleepier. I give in to my exhaustion and space out, relaxed in her hold. Calm in her hold. At peace in her hold.

I don’t know how long I snooze for, but it’s the most tranquil snooze in the history of snoozes. This. Every day. And then in my subconscious state, I notice the soft feel of her strokes is suddenly gone. But I can still feel her hot walls hugging my dick. I lift my hips, hissing as I pull out of her.

“You sent me to sleep,” I rasp, my throat scratchy.

“I did.”

I smile and take a lock of her sexed-up hair. “You’re too beautiful.”

She reaches for my forehead and smooths out the frown line I hadn’t realized was there. “So are you.”

Me? No. I’m ugly. Marred. I don’t ever want her to see that, don’t ever want to disappoint her. My smile is half-hearted, and I pray she doesn’t notice it.

I look at her boobs. Perfect distraction, for me and for her. I dive in, wedging my face in and taking a deep inhale. “Consider yourself reminded, lady.” And I’m available to remind twenty-four/seven if necessary. Part of me hopes it is necessary.

I get to my knees and hold out my hands for her to take. She comes with ease, and I settle her on my thighs facing me, before moving myself up the bed to rest back against the headboard. Just look at her, magnificently naked and all over me. She looks good all over me. Attached to me. Touching me. I take her hips and circle my thumbs across the sensitive spot, smiling when she grabs my hands, stopping my movements. “Spend the day with me tomorrow.” That was supposed to be a question, not an order.

“I have things planned.”