Dark hair cascading out over the pillow, a tiny body that’s so fragile I feel like I’m going to break it each and every time I lay my hands on her. Those big, red lips are parted in slumber, and she’s breathing deeply. The white sheet just covers what I know are tiny, perky breasts. I watch as she groans, and rolls, her hands reaching out for me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I move closer, letting her fingers slide over my skin. Then her eyes flutter open.
“Hey pixie,” I say, stroking a piece of dark hair from her eyes.
“You stayed in my bed?” she croaks.
“Didn’t have the energy to walk to my room.”
She gives me a small, cute as shit, smile. “Worn out, old man?”
I grin at her, and lean down, capturing her lips in mine. Fuck, she’s perfect. Like a tiny bottle of sunshine. I slide my hand down the side of her face, as I deepen the kiss. A little whimper escapes her mouth, as her tongue tangles with mine. Damn. Just damn. Her fingers slide up to tangle in my hair, where she proceeds to tug me down so she can kiss me deeper. She’s a little minx when she wants to be, I saw that last night.
I’ve never fucked so hard in my life.
“Your hair must be worse than mine,” she giggles, pulling her lips from mine and tugging the thick, messy locks hanging over my shoulders.
I grin. “Yeah.”
“Any reason you keep it long?” she asks, using her fingers to untangle it.
I shrug. “Just always been that way, so I figure it’s just easier to leave it there.”
She continues tugging and pulling, until her fingers are gliding smoothly through it.
“I like it,” she murmurs. “I’d like it even more if I could brush it.”
I snort. “Ain’t gonna happen little darlin’.”
She pouts, and I smirk, flicking her lip. “Don’t pout at me.”
“It’s not un-manly to let a girl brush your hair.”
“No,” I grin. “It’s just outright girly.”
“It’s not!”
“Is.”
She gives me a lazy half smile, and then tugs at my hair again, until our lips are touching. Her stomach grumbles against mine.
“Hungry?” I chuckle.
She nods, stretching and shifting. “Yeah, but I think I need to shower more.”
“You shower, I’ll get food.”
She nods, grinning. “It sounds like a plan.”
I crawl out of her bed, and sit on the side, ready to pull on my jeans when her hand reaches around, and her fingers curl around my soft cock. It instantly jerks to life, swelling beneath her grips.
“Can’t cook if you won’t let me go,” I growl.
“If I keep rubbing this,” she murmurs. “Will you come?”
“Yeah baby,” I grate out.
If she keeps pulling it like that, it won’t be long before that happens.
“I want to watch.”
Fuck her. Damn curious woman. I grind my jaw. Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman wank me. It’s usually something I don’t accept, hell, I can do it myself. Serenity slides her hand up and down, watching with curious eyes as my entire body stiffens.
“Will it take long?” she breathes.
“No, darlin’.”
“Will you come all over my hand?”
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my body tighten as her hand moves fast. “Yeah.”
She makes a whimpering sound, and begins working her hand harder and faster, until I’m holding my breath, my body is stiff, and my cock is swelling ready for release. When I’m fucking, I can hold a release back to make sure the woman has her pleasure, but now, there’s no need to. I come, feeling my cock jerk, feeling my spunk shoot out and land on her tiny hands. She gasps, and her hand tightens around me.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Oh my,” she whispers.
My fuckin’ knees shake as I reach down, gripping a towel and using it to clean her up. She peers up at me through those sexy lashes.
“That was sexy,” she murmurs.
“It was fuckin’ good,” I grunt.
She beams at me, and my heart swells.
Shit, I feel good.
And that doesn’t happen often.
CHAPTER 11
SERENITY
“Crispy is better,” I say, reaching in and pinching a piece of the sizzling bacon Jackson is cooking for breakfast.
“Not,” he protests, slapping my hand away. “Stop touchin’ the food.”
“Chef’s privilege,” I grin.
He smirks. “You ain’t the chef, darlin’.”
I laugh, and run my fingers across his backside as I walk past. His body shivers, and mine livens up with awareness. I’m about to reach over, when I hear Addison’s voice behind us.
“Morning.”
I quickly drop my hand, and give her a guilty look. “Oh, hey Addi.”
“Baby,” Jackson says, not turning.
“Don’t even give me that guilty look, Serenity,” she says, crossing her arms. “I know exactly what you two got up to last night. I had to wear earplugs to avoid the mental damage it would have done if I continued to listen to you screaming my father’s name over, and over, and over. Oh, and before I went to bed, I saw my father here smuggling your clothes upstairs. So obvious.”
I flush and open my mouth and stammer, “I-I-I...sorry!”
She gives me a serious expression, and then bursts out laughing. Jackson is staring at her now, giving her a look. He rolls his eyes and turns away when he realizes she’s just playing.