Page 43 of The Back Forty (Whitewood Creek Farm #5)
“Mm… that feels good, Lawson,” I whisper, my voice still scratchy with sleep, as he presses slow, open-mouthed kisses to the curve of my neck. His lips are warm and soft, dragging against the sensitive skin just below my ear as his arm curls around my waist, tugging me flush against his chest.
“I’d like to wake up like this every morning,” he murmurs, voice deep and still heavy with sleep.
He kisses along my shoulder blade, then down my exposed spine slowly.
One of his hands slip lower between my thighs and spreads my pussy for him.
He groans softly, like he’s in pain. “Fuck, baby… you’re wet. ”
“I slept naked in a bed with you all night,” I murmur, my breath catching as his fingers stroke along my pussy, spreading the wetness he finds there up to my clit.
“With my come still inside you,” he sighs against my skin, dragging his teeth gently across my neck.
My heart stutters. Because yeah. We did that too.
No condom. No second thoughts. No hesitation.
The first time I’ve ever let anyone inside me without some sort of barrier.
The intimacy of it, the trust, the risk, it all swirls in my chest. I knew what we were both saying last night without saying it. I knew what it meant.
I’m on birth control and I trust it, but still… I don’t know if Lawson wants more kids someday. I don’t even know if I do. But none of that feels like it matters right now, not when his hands are on my body like this, not when he’s looking at me like this.
His fingers circle my clit, slow and sure, and my thighs fall open further, my breath coming faster.
I tilt my head backward, giving him better access to my neck, and he rolls me onto my back with ease, spreading me out beneath him.
His mouth finds my breasts, lips wrapping around my nipple as he sucks gently, teasing it to a tight peak with his tongue.
His free hand cups the other, kneading softly as he fills my body with heat and wakes me up despite the darkness that's still enveloping our hotel room.
“Prettiest tits,” he mutters, lips brushing over my skin. “Prettiest face.”
I smile, breathless, as he leans in and cups my cheek, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Your eyes,” he says softly, almost like it hurts to say it.
“The brown in them… it’s the most beautiful shade that I’ve ever seen.
In every room we’ve ever been in, every boardroom, any flight, anytime you’ve fallen asleep on my shoulder, I always wanted more.
More of you. More than I thought I could ever have.
And now that I do, now that I have you and you have me, I’m never letting go. ”
Emotion surges in my chest. I hook my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss.
His mouth meets mine with purpose, his tongue sweeps inside as his fingers keep working between my legs, coaxing and teasing.
My hips lift into his touch; my breath somehow races and slows at the same time in an erratic pattern.
“I want you,” I whisper against his lips.
He shifts his weight until he's settled between my thighs, the weight of his cock pressing against my entrance before he sinks it inside me.
The stretch feels so good, the fullness fills every part of my body. He groans as he fills me, arms bracketing my head, his forehead lowering to mine to rest.
“Fuck… you’re warm,” he rasps.
Last night had been frantic. Hours of desperate touches, ragged breaths, both of us chasing release like we were starved for it.
But this? This is something else entirely.
He takes his time. Rolls his hips in slow, deepening strokes, dragging out every inch, every sound that I make beneath him in a patient, pleasurable rhythm.
He lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders, angling himself deeper, filling me to the root. His pelvic hair brushes my clit with every thrust and when he reaches between us and circles it with his fingers, I feel the pressure building in a slow, molten wave.
His hand moves up to my throat, wrapping gently as his eyes pin mine open. “You're the most beautiful woman inside and out that I’ve ever known. I can't believe we waited so long to do this.”
My body seizes. My eyes close as the orgasm takes me, slow and rolling, like a tide crashing and retreating repeatedly as I squeeze around him. He groans low, his voice guttural, pounding into me harder, faster, now chasing his own.
And dammit, Lawson sweaty and turned on is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
The muscles in his arms are flexing, his chest is heaving. A vein throbs in his temple, and his mouth falls open in a broken moan as he drives into me one final time and comes, hips jerking, cock pulsing as he releases deep inside me.
Heat floods me as he spills himself raw into me and when he collapses on top of me, he’s careful, balancing his weight on his elbows. He kisses my cheek, my collarbone, the swell of my breast before resting his head there gently across my heart.
“Shit,” I murmur when he rolls to the side and pulls me into his chest, his hand rubbing up and down my spine. “What time is it? Are we going to miss our flights home?”
He doesn’t even open his eyes. Just grins sleepily, lazily, and keeps holding me tight.
“Nah, I had our flights changed.”
I blink up at him, resting my chin on my fist. “To where?”
“Louisiana. We’ll get in a day early before the interview.” He yawns and kisses my hair. “I thought we could explore the city. Maybe do a little sightseeing. Or hell, spend the whole day inside each other if you want.”
My mouth drops open. “Really?”
He smiles again, slow, sleepily, and a little smug. “Only if that’s okay with you? I thought I could take you on a proper date when we land there instead of going back to North Carolina for a day. No deadlines, no pressure. Just me and you.”
I throw a leg over him and press my lips to his hard.
“Lawson,” I murmur, smiling against his mouth. “That sounds like a dream.”
“Then it’s settled,” he says, tucking me under the covers tighter, curling his body around mine like he has no intention of ever letting go. "Our new flight leaves in three hours. That's plenty of time for us to get a quick nap and me to eat that pussy again. This time, in the shower."
I smile as I close my eyes, drifting off to the sound of his heart beating gently because that sounds like the perfect start to a morning with him.