Dream Spinner (Dream Team Book 3), Kristen Ashley [reading eggs books txt] 📗

when I felt more skin. The skin of his hips against my legs after he tugged down his cargos.

Then his hand was between us and I felt him rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit.

My pussy spasmed and electric currents rushed over my thighs.

Finally.

Oh yes.

So good.

So, so, so, so good.

I tore my mouth from his and panted, “God, honey.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I answered.

He shifted his cock to my entrance.

Finally!

I focused on his blue eyes.

“Yes,” I demanded.

He fell forward, pulling me down on him, filling me, and then I was on my back, and Axl was on me and in me.

In me.

Part of me.

Then he was gliding gently, in and out.

I used my legs around his ass to lift my hips to meet his strokes, our gazes locked.

“Beautiful,” I whispered.

“That’s my line,” he whispered back, angled his head, and kissed me again.

Then he started fucking me, the strokes turning to thrusts, his hips shifting, finding the right spot to make me gasp, moan, his hands on me, mine all over him.

It built.

It surged.

It carried me away.

The thrusts became drives.

I dug my nails into skin, sucked hard on his tongue.

The drives turned into pounds.

Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah.

I broke our kiss, shoved my face in his neck and wrapped everything I had around him.

Everything.

Tight.

“Christ, yeah,” he grunted.

And that was when I came.

Explosion.

Fireworks.

Then obliteration.

Nothing but sensation.

Elation.

Completion.

God, this was perfect.

God, he was perfect.

God, he was everything.

Everything.

My orgasm began drifting, he was still driving deep, I could hear his labored breathing, and I was cradling him, squeezing him, rising to meet him.

“Hattie,” he whispered in my ear before he groaned deeply, pressing his face hard in my neck, burying himself to the root.

Yeah.

Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah.

As he coasted with his climax, I petted him, out of the zone of need, aware of everything now. The feel of his skin, the heat of it, the muscle under it. The heft of his cock, filling me full. The scent of him, man and soap and hints of shaving cream. The aroma of sex.

Of us.

He shifted his head, trailed his tongue around the groove behind my ear, down my neck to my throat, dipping it into the hollow at my clavicle, and then his head came up.

I saw his face just a moment before my eyes floated closed because he was kissing me, soft and sweet and sated and unhurried.

That kiss said we had now, and tomorrow, and the next day, and week, and years and years besides.

It was a kiss that said this was our beginning, and there might never be an end.

That kiss wasn’t a promise or a vow.

It was just reality.

The here and now.

And forever.

I wasn’t just moved by that gorgeous kiss.

I was shattered by it at the same time it held me together.

He was the only man who’d ever kissed me like that.

And I had a strong feeling deep in my heart that he was going to be the last man who would not only kiss me like that.

But kiss me at all.

He broke our kiss, slid his nose down the side of mine, over, down the other side, and God.

God.

He was perfect.

Everything.

“No more sleeping on the couch,” I said quietly.

He lifted a hint away and grinned at me. “Right.”

“Do you have tomorrow off?”

He nodded.

“Will you spend it with me?”

“Absolutely.”

I trailed my hands up his back, over his ribs, up his chest, his neck and cupped both his cheeks.

“You’re beautiful too,” I told him.

A glitter hit the ice of his eyes.

“Thanks, baby,” he replied.

“That was awesome,” I said.

“Yeah it was,” he agreed.

“I would say it’s a case for delayed gratification, but I don’t want you to wait three days before we do it again.”

“Three months,” he corrected.

“Three months,” I relented.

“Maybe six.”

I laughed softly.

“Felt like ten years,” he muttered.

“Totally,” I concurred.

“Need to deal with this condom, honey,” he said.

That surprised me.

“You put on a condom?”

“Yeah. You missed it. You were in the zone of showing me how to tongue fuck your mouth.”

Like he needed me to show him.

He did not.

I just encouraged it.

“I sense you probably already knew.”

“Always good to have a refresher.”

I grinned at him.

He kissed the grin on my face, slid off me, but rolled me to my side, closing my legs and catching me behind my knees with his arm to curl them up for maximum comfort.

Yeah, I should have known that was something Axl would do.

Not leave the bed with me spread eagle and make me move my own limbs.

Looking after me.

Taking care of me.

Thinking of everything.

I watched him hitch up his cargos that he hadn’t fully taken off and disappear in the hall on his way to the bathroom.

I then saw movement, shifted my gaze, and Cleo jumped on the arm of the chair.

Her tail twitched and she shared her hearty disapproval of the recent activities.

When Axl returned, still in cargos, but sans his boots and socks, Cleo turned her attention to her daddy and communicated her revulsion of our carnality with an irate flick of her tail that Axl didn’t miss.

“Sorry, my queen, you’re gonna have to get used to it,” he warned his cat.

Mm.

Another irate tail flick.

Axl put one knee in the bed, and suddenly I was all tangled up in him, mostly on my back, partly on my side, all of him on me.

Snuggly.

Nice.

“Bummed you have to go to work,” he said to my lips.

“I don’t have to leave for hours,” my lips told him.

His gaze lifted to my eyes. “But I have to fuel you before you go.”

“Will you stay?”

“Sorry?”

“For the show? Will you watch me dance? I’ll sit with you when I don’t have to prep for my next one.”

A change came over his handsome face.

A gorgeous change.

This before he said softly, “I’d love that.”

I loved that he’d love that.

I’d love it too.

I didn’t have any deep, abiding messages to send to him through any of the numbers I had planned for that night, but I wanted to know his eyes were on me as I was doing what I loved to do.

He slid the hair off the