“Now, what are you doing?”
“I need something to sleep in,” she mutters, walking past me to the dresser, opening my top drawer, and grabbing a shirt out.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, watching her slip my T-shirt over her head. I stand there hard as a rock as the shirt slides over her perfect tits, past the soft roundness of her stomach, and then down to cover her bare pussy.
“I’m still not hungry,” she says when her head turns and our eyes meet.
I watch as longing flashes in her eyes, and she starts towards me slowly.
“Angel,” I warn, and her step falters slightly before she continues her path. This time, the sway of her hips has my cock begging to reach her.
“I missed you.” Her voice drops and her hand goes to my chest, causing my already hard cock to become almost unbearable.
“You need your rest.”
“I need you,” she hisses, her hand at my chest traveling down my stomach, cupping me, her small fingers trying to wrap around my cock through the material of my pants.
“No.” I take her hand and wrap my arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer to me. “You’re not well.”
“I’m fine,” she moans, and by the noise she’s making and the slight movement of her thighs, I know she’s running hot.
“I decide when you’re well enough to fuck,” I whisper near her ear, and she whimpers as my hand slides around then down her stomach. “Do you want to come?” I know I can’t fuck her like I crave to, but I never want her to want for anything, even if it’s just an orgasm.
Her cheek moves against my chest, and she mewls as my fingers slide between the lips of her pussy.
“Poor Angel,” I say, feeling how swollen she is as my fingers begin to slowly circle her clit then move down over her entrance.
Her hips begin to move with my hand, and she’s so wet that my fingers are sliding with no resistance.
“Did you miss me?” I groan, sliding two fingers deep inside her, pressing against her G-spot. I can feel pre-cum coating the tip of my cock and know I’m making a fucking mess of myself. “Answer me,” I snarl when she doesn’t answer.
“Yes,” she cries as I begin to fuck her fast with my fingers.
I can feel her pussy getting tighter and hotter, and I know she is going to come, but I need her taste. I walk her backwards to the bed, making sure to keep my grip around her waist, my fingers never losing their rhythm. Once I have her to the bed, I gently lean her back onto the mattress, covering her body with mine.
I lift my head and look down at her as her eyes open and she looks up at me. There is so much hunger, so much desire in her eyes that I lower my mouth over hers just so I can break eye contact. I know what I want to do right now, but I force myself to take control of the urge to be deep inside her. Once I get my fill of her mouth, I gently move down her neck, using my free hand to lift my shirt she’s wearing and expose her breasts.
The cool air hits her nipples, causing them to tighten even more. The fingers I’m using to stroke inside her lift up, causing her back to arch off the bed, raising her breasts closer to my mouth. I blow a warm puff of air over her nipple before laving it with my tongue and blowing another breath across it. Then I pull it deep into my mouth.
Her whimper and her nails digging into my hair egg me on. Once I have given both breasts the same treatment, I kiss down her stomach, licking around her belly button before lowering myself and lifting one of her legs up and over my shoulder, spreading her out in front of me. I sit back, watching my fingers enter her in smooth strokes, then start fucking her harder with them before lowering my face to lick right up her center. I pull her sweet, pure taste into my mouth and circle her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and flicking it.
The heel of her foot digs into my shoulder, her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and her screams fill the room right before her body goes completely limp and silence fills the air. After I feel her body fully relax and know that her orgasm has passed, I slowly pull my fingers out then place them into my mouth, savoring her taste as I kiss my way back up her body. Once I reach her face, I kiss her once, seeing that her eyes are closed. They slowly flutter open, and a small smile forms on her mouth.
“Sleep, Angel,” I tell her as I fix her shirt and adjust her in the bed.
I cover her up before pulling off my own shirt while heading to the bathroom, where I’m extra careful about removing my pants. I’m still so hard that it’s almost painful. I make quick work in the shower and dry off hastily. I don’t even bother with clothes before crawling into bed with Chloe and pulling her against my chest. Then I fall asleep.
*
“I should go to work,” Chloe says.
I lift my head from the papers I’ve been going over for a case so I can glare at her. She has been repeating the same thing for the last three days. I do not know how many times I need to tell her that it’s not happening before she’ll get it. Hell, she will be lucky to go back to work at all.
“We’ve spoken about this.”
“You’ve spoken about this.” She rolls her eyes before standing from the table and heading for the kitchen. “I need to work. I need to make money so I can pay my bills,” she says, and anger instantly ignites in my stomach.
“I have plenty of money.”
“I know, but that’s your money.”
“I will take care of you.”
“Nolan, I love you, but I was never looking for a sugar daddy,” she cries, throwing her hands up in the air.