Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
As quietly as I can, I stumble my way through a shower and brush my teeth. My body feels so heavy with exhaustion. I don’t know that I’ve ever been this tired, even during calving season, and that’s saying a lot. But once I’m dry, I pad to the bedroom and slip in behind my girl. I want to let out a loud groan because it feels so fucking good to have her against me. She’s not wearing any clothes, something that I learned about her not long after she came to live here with me.
We’re both naked sleepers.
So fucking convenient.
I could curl up like this and sleep for a week. Just hold her to me, her warmth and sweetness a balm to my weary soul, but she lets out a little whimper and wiggles back into me, as if needing to get closer, and her perfect ass rubs against my growing cock.
Apparently, my dick didn’t get the exhausted memo. Or, it just doesn’t give a shit because I finally have Darby in my arms.
Suddenly, she wiggles again, and I loosen my hold so she can turn around, and my lips immediately find her forehead.
“You okay?” she whispers softly, sleepily.
“Yeah. It’s over.”
She sighs and presses a kiss to my chest. “Good. Can’t open my eyes.”
“You’re so tired, baby.” And I can’t stop peppering soft kisses to her head, my hands drifting up and down her soft back. We’re facing each other, hugging, our legs tangled, and it’s the first time in days that I feel calm. Like my nervous system can finally level out again.
I’ve been here, in this bed, every day, but it hasn’t felt like home until this moment, with her.
Her hand ghosts down my back to my ass, and she pulls me to her, trying to get closer, even though we’re already skin to skin.
“Need you,” she whispers in the stillness. It’s a direct hit to my heart.
I glide my hand down her hip, her thigh, and then hitch her leg up over my hip and reach around to drag my finger through her already wet slit. Even in sleep, she’s ready for me.
And I know that she’s not quite awake. She’s in that in-between, when you’re so exhausted that you can’t come fully awake, and honestly, I’m not far from that myself.
But I need her as much as she needs me.
“Gonna slip inside you, Duchess.”
“Mm-hmm.” Her breath catches when I guide my cock to her entrance and push just the tip in, letting her adjust to me. “Monster.”
I grin against her forehead, and then tip her chin up so I can kiss her sweet mouth. “Fucking missed you like crazy.”
Our kiss is lazy, but full of heat and promise. Passion. When we’re usually loud and full of energy, this is quiet and soft, and when I push the rest of the way inside her, and she clenches down on me, we gasp and tip our foreheads together.
“So good,” she whispers.
“Everything.” I cup her cheek and continue to nibble her lips, rub my nose over hers, and slowly rock in and out of her in the slowest, sleepiest pace. I don’t want to wake her up all the way, I want her to be able to go right back to sleep. “God, I love you.”
I pause, but she doesn’t.
Did I say that out loud? Or am I in a crazy dream state?
She’s not freaking out, hasn’t pulled away or even opened her eyes, so I assume I said it in my head. But even if I said it out loud, I’m not sorry. I do love her. I missed her so much this week, I ached with it. I’m not me without her.
“Mm, Tuck,” she whispers, and I can feel her pussy starting to ripple around me. “Mm.”
“Come, baby.” I kiss down to her neck, and she sucks in a quick breath. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Come for me, Duchess.”
Her body tenses, her leg tightens around my hip, and she curls into me as the climax works through her. Her pussy is so tight around me, I can’t help but let go, seeing stars as I come inside her.
“Missed you,” she whispers. “So sleepy.”
“Sleep, sweet girl.” I kiss her lips once more, and she nuzzles against my chest. I’m still inside her, but neither of us has the energy to move, and it feels so fucking good, I might insist that I sleep inside her every fucking night.
Her breathing has evened out again, and I follow her into sleep.
Finally, things have slowed down and gone back to normal. Three days later, Darby and I are just putting the finishing touches on dinner when the doorbell rings. All my siblings have learned to ring the bell when they show up unannounced to ensure they never get a glimpse of something they’d rather not see.