Still nothing. The man was out like a light.
Time to get creative...
With an impish smile, I ducked under the covers—taking a moment to admire the physical masterpiece that lay beneath me. What other girl was lucky enough to wake up to something like this every morning? This was the kind of body you saw on billboards and magazines—not in real life.
I stroked my hands gently up his legs, before closing them lightly around the base of his penis. Even in his sleep, it stiffened in my hand. A feeling of smug satisfaction flickered through me—pleased to be the one to surprise him for once. Then—after bracing myself squarely against the mattress—I ducked down my head and got to work.
The effect was instantaneous.
And...not exactly what I had in mind.
Nick jerked awake with a gasp—unintentionally kneeing me right in the head in the process. I fell back with a muffled cry, and it took ten seconds of him rapidly digging through the tangle of sheets to be able to extract me. My eyes closed and I went petulantly limp in his arms, as I was dragged back to the land of the living—only opening my lips long enough to whimper a defeated, “You’ve killed me,” before slumping theatrically lifeless once more.
A sparkling laugh filled the air between us, and the next second, my face was peppered with an assault of kisses. He attacked every inch of me, begging me to come back to life.
“Don’t go—we need you here.” More kisses. “Whatever the higher-ups are promising you, I’ll triple it.” More kisses. “Just open your eyes, my love—do not go toward that light!”
I pried open first one eye. Then the other. My lips pursed speculatively as I stared him down, before parting with an opportunistic, “Triple it?”
He laughed again, before sitting up against headboard and pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry, love—I didn’t mean to kick you. I was...uh...surprised.”
My smile turned smug, as I nestled down into his arms.
“Well, that was kind of the whole point.”
His eyebrows lifted teasingly, as he tilted up my face to his.
“I clearly remember a certain girl begging me to let her get to sleep last night. Said something about ‘requiring unmolested hibernation’ to recharge?”
I considered it for a second, before shaking my head with a decisive grin.
“Nope—I’ve changed my mind. More sex please.”
He chuckled appreciatively, and stretched out his arms with a yawn. “You know, if I’d known how insatiable you were going to be, I might have insisted on separate rooms. You’re not the only one who needs to sleep, you know.”
“Sleep is for lesser men.” I tossed back my hair, and clapped my hands briskly. “Come on—time’s a wasting.”
He chuckled again, but pulled back the sheets obligingly.
“I’m not a piece of meat, you know.”
I rolled my eyes and swung my leg around to straddle him.
“It’s adorable that you think that.”
Another chuckle.
“Oh yeah? And if I’m not in the mood?” I glanced down with a rather pointed stare, and he conceded the point. “Fine—you win.”
I slid down on top of him with a little gasp, dropping my head back as I began swaying my hips back and forth. His hands grabbed my waist a second later—the man liked to be in control—and a second later, we picked up the speed.
“Okay, I lied...” he gasped, closing his eyes as his hips arched up into mine. “I was...very much in the mood.”
My teeth clamped down on my lip with a little grin.
“Yeah, I kind of picked up on that—what with the massive erection.”
With absolutely no warning, he flipped us over. My hair flew up around me, and I landed on the mattress with a gasp of surprise as he towered over me—spreading my legs apart to get inside even deeper. A quiet moan escaped my lips, as I grabbed desperately onto his shoulders, trying to last as long as I could.