bodily, the loss of skin to skin contact filling her with a desperate need to feel whole again.
Her wish was granted even before the thought could reach completion. With a squeeze of his hands, Ray slammed Cecilia back down, burying himself deep. She arched, crying out as the sensations threatened to overtake her.
Ray didn't help her control when his arms flexed and she rose from the bed yet again, shaking and aching for more. He didn't disappoint, pulling her back down and meeting her in an upward thrust almost simultaneously. His hips bucked, knuckles white from the grip he had on her waist - she was sure she'd have finger shaped bruises when all was said and done.
Tossing his head back, hair damp and clinging to his throat and cheeks, Ray moaned hard and rocked against Cecilia. Rhythm abandoned in place of reckless thrusts broke Cecilia's control completely. The heat building inside flooded over, driving her breath ragged and tearing moans from her parted lips.
Cecilia bore down on Ray's cock, pulling him deeper and squeezing like a vise. It was too much. Ray gasped and crushed Cecilia to him, coming hard on the tail end of her orgasm. Pulsing, exploding, he filled her in earnest. Their cum mingled and slicked her further, until he slid out unceremoniously.
Shudders worked their way through Cecilia's shoulders and she slumped on top of Ray without preamble, arms slinking up and around his neck to settle under her cheek. His hot breath ghosted over her, tugging at her auburn curls; his rapid heartbeat fluttered beneath her fingers. A small smile flickered over her lips, eyelids drifting closed of their own accord.
Exhaustion set in, groping her limbs and coercing her to sleep, and the last thing she remembered was the trail of fingers tracing her spine and the mutterings near her ear, “Cece, I missed you.”
CHAPTER TWO
Ray was huge.
That wasn't a confidence boost or a come-on. No, he was damn enormous. With one arm slung across her chest, his stupid face was nestled between her breasts and his entire lower half crushed Cecilia with its dense weight.
Cecilia was not a morning person.
With a crack she smacked Ray's arm, the one currently strangling her and making lung function virtually impossible. He grumbled wordlessly and instead of rolling over he tightened his hold, dragging her closer and pulling the sheets higher up.
“Ray if you don't get off right now I'm going to do something very violent to your most delicate bits,” she threatened, her voice rough. Mornings were one of those hellish experiences adult life threw her way. She had no capacity to find a good mood.
Ray said nothing.
To be fair, it wasn't completely his fault. The man could sleep through the apocalypse without batting an eyelash. Still, he should have known better than to camp out on her chest and expect not to get abused.
Cecilia finagled her hand underneath Ray's dead weight, careful not to scrape his stomach or chest—because that would take the pleasure out of punishing him—until she found the morning wood stabbing her hip.
He's lucky I'm still too sore to do more damage. Cecilia's face contorted into a malicious smile as she sank her nails into Ray's balls, digging into her handful and tugging roughly.
The yowl he emitted made her smile wider.
Ray immediately rolled off, raising to his elbows and blearily eying the potentially dangerous digits currently groping his man bits. His hair was mussed, dark tresses tossed over his forehead and cheeks. Stubble from yesterday had thickened, illuminating stark shadows and bringing his sharp cheekbones into relief.
Cecilia hesitated only a split second as she soaked in the sight. If her windows were made to allow light to pass through, she might have fainted from the way they would have played over Ray's delectable muscles. Thankfully, her almost vampiric loathing of the morning sun saved her.
“I
Her wish was granted even before the thought could reach completion. With a squeeze of his hands, Ray slammed Cecilia back down, burying himself deep. She arched, crying out as the sensations threatened to overtake her.
Ray didn't help her control when his arms flexed and she rose from the bed yet again, shaking and aching for more. He didn't disappoint, pulling her back down and meeting her in an upward thrust almost simultaneously. His hips bucked, knuckles white from the grip he had on her waist - she was sure she'd have finger shaped bruises when all was said and done.
Tossing his head back, hair damp and clinging to his throat and cheeks, Ray moaned hard and rocked against Cecilia. Rhythm abandoned in place of reckless thrusts broke Cecilia's control completely. The heat building inside flooded over, driving her breath ragged and tearing moans from her parted lips.
Cecilia bore down on Ray's cock, pulling him deeper and squeezing like a vise. It was too much. Ray gasped and crushed Cecilia to him, coming hard on the tail end of her orgasm. Pulsing, exploding, he filled her in earnest. Their cum mingled and slicked her further, until he slid out unceremoniously.
Shudders worked their way through Cecilia's shoulders and she slumped on top of Ray without preamble, arms slinking up and around his neck to settle under her cheek. His hot breath ghosted over her, tugging at her auburn curls; his rapid heartbeat fluttered beneath her fingers. A small smile flickered over her lips, eyelids drifting closed of their own accord.
Exhaustion set in, groping her limbs and coercing her to sleep, and the last thing she remembered was the trail of fingers tracing her spine and the mutterings near her ear, “Cece, I missed you.”
CHAPTER TWO
Ray was huge.
That wasn't a confidence boost or a come-on. No, he was damn enormous. With one arm slung across her chest, his stupid face was nestled between her breasts and his entire lower half crushed Cecilia with its dense weight.
Cecilia was not a morning person.
With a crack she smacked Ray's arm, the one currently strangling her and making lung function virtually impossible. He grumbled wordlessly and instead of rolling over he tightened his hold, dragging her closer and pulling the sheets higher up.
“Ray if you don't get off right now I'm going to do something very violent to your most delicate bits,” she threatened, her voice rough. Mornings were one of those hellish experiences adult life threw her way. She had no capacity to find a good mood.
Ray said nothing.
To be fair, it wasn't completely his fault. The man could sleep through the apocalypse without batting an eyelash. Still, he should have known better than to camp out on her chest and expect not to get abused.
Cecilia finagled her hand underneath Ray's dead weight, careful not to scrape his stomach or chest—because that would take the pleasure out of punishing him—until she found the morning wood stabbing her hip.
He's lucky I'm still too sore to do more damage. Cecilia's face contorted into a malicious smile as she sank her nails into Ray's balls, digging into her handful and tugging roughly.
The yowl he emitted made her smile wider.
Ray immediately rolled off, raising to his elbows and blearily eying the potentially dangerous digits currently groping his man bits. His hair was mussed, dark tresses tossed over his forehead and cheeks. Stubble from yesterday had thickened, illuminating stark shadows and bringing his sharp cheekbones into relief.
Cecilia hesitated only a split second as she soaked in the sight. If her windows were made to allow light to pass through, she might have fainted from the way they would have played over Ray's delectable muscles. Thankfully, her almost vampiric loathing of the morning sun saved her.
“I
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