Sweet Dreams
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He stared at me then he grinned then his hand came to mine, his thumb forcing my fingers open, he took the key fob and tossed it on his nightstand.
Then his arms curved around me and he pulled me down into the bed, his lips coming to mine where he said, “Yeah, first thing, after you go down on me.”
“Unh-unh,” I shook my head slightly, my lips brushing his, “I get your fingers in the shower.”
“Ace, you rode my fingers not thirty minutes ago.”
I tipped my head to the side, again brushing my lips against his. “So?”
“So, tomorrow I get your mouth,” he replied.
My hand slid from his back around to his front, where I wrapped it around his cock.
“How about you get my mouth now?” I whispered and I felt his mouth smile.
“Jesus, babe, I knew drunk sex with you would kill me.”
I bent a knee, planted a foot in the bed and rolled him, my lips sliding through his beard and down his neck where I mumbled, “Thought you said you wouldn’t mind dying this way.”
My lips kept sliding down his chest and his fingers glided into my hair.
“Why don’t we see,” he growled because my hand was still wrapped around his c**k and it was stroking.
“You got it,” I whispered then slid down further.
* * * * *
Tate
Tate slid out of Laurie, kissing her gently as he did so. Then he rolled off and to his side where he reached to turn out the lamp on the nightstand.
Lauren rolled into him, fitting her body down the length of his back, her arm tight around his middle. He settled into the bed, he felt her lips kiss the eagle at his shoulder blade and then she settled, fitting her body deeper into his. His hand found hers and his fingers linked through, pulling her even closer as he lifted their arms to bent and pressed their hands to his chest.
“You good?” he muttered into the dark room.
“Oh yeah,” she muttered back and he felt his lips smile.
“Sweet dreams, baby.”
“You too, Captain.”
He waited, like he always waited, for her body to grow heavy with sleep. It took about thirty seconds.
Then Tate followed her into sweet dreams.
Then his arms curved around me and he pulled me down into the bed, his lips coming to mine where he said, “Yeah, first thing, after you go down on me.”
“Unh-unh,” I shook my head slightly, my lips brushing his, “I get your fingers in the shower.”
“Ace, you rode my fingers not thirty minutes ago.”
I tipped my head to the side, again brushing my lips against his. “So?”
“So, tomorrow I get your mouth,” he replied.
My hand slid from his back around to his front, where I wrapped it around his cock.
“How about you get my mouth now?” I whispered and I felt his mouth smile.
“Jesus, babe, I knew drunk sex with you would kill me.”
I bent a knee, planted a foot in the bed and rolled him, my lips sliding through his beard and down his neck where I mumbled, “Thought you said you wouldn’t mind dying this way.”
My lips kept sliding down his chest and his fingers glided into my hair.
“Why don’t we see,” he growled because my hand was still wrapped around his c**k and it was stroking.
“You got it,” I whispered then slid down further.
* * * * *
Tate
Tate slid out of Laurie, kissing her gently as he did so. Then he rolled off and to his side where he reached to turn out the lamp on the nightstand.
Lauren rolled into him, fitting her body down the length of his back, her arm tight around his middle. He settled into the bed, he felt her lips kiss the eagle at his shoulder blade and then she settled, fitting her body deeper into his. His hand found hers and his fingers linked through, pulling her even closer as he lifted their arms to bent and pressed their hands to his chest.
“You good?” he muttered into the dark room.
“Oh yeah,” she muttered back and he felt his lips smile.
“Sweet dreams, baby.”
“You too, Captain.”
He waited, like he always waited, for her body to grow heavy with sleep. It took about thirty seconds.
Then Tate followed her into sweet dreams.
