her. Every muscle in her body tightened. Erin sobbed wantonly into another explosive orgasm.
“I’ll take care of it,” Hotch said, climbing to his feet.
“Take care of what?” Erin’s ears stopped ringing, and she became aware of Toby crying in the next room. She sat up with a start.
“It’s okay. I’ve got it covered. I’ll meet you in bed in a few minutes.” His boyish grin stayed with her as she gathered their clothes and darted down the hall to the master bedroom.
The water in the bathroom sink turned off. Hotch was drying his hands and face as she scurried passed. He gave her a gentle swat to the ass and ducked into Toby’s room.
Erin cleaned herself up and removed the rest of her clothing. She could hear Hotch over the baby monitor. The sound of his off-tune baritone singing a lullaby made her smile. She reached across the bed and turned it up to listen.
With a sigh of contentment, Erin went back to the bathroom to search for condoms and brought them back to the room. She curled up beside the monitor and decided to close her eyes for a moment until he came back.
Toby cooed. Hotch murmured back, telling Toby how smart his comments were, how insightful. Toby babbled some more, and Hotch agreed that it was indeed past his bedtime, and he promised to put Toby down right away.
Erin turned the volume down again, listening to the rumble and pitch of their voices. She inhaled deeply, evenly until everything faded away.
Hotch took off his pants and shorts and climbed into bed beside Erin. It had taken longer than he expected to put Toby back to sleep. Apparently, Toby hadn’t been the only one exhausted. Erin lay on her side facing away from him. She was naked, and uncovered. Hotch filled his eyes with her, enjoying every curve and dip of her body.
His gaze flicked over her shoulder and he saw the box of condoms he’d purchased the day before, on the lamp table nearest her. His grin widened. Who was he to disappoint, he mused.
He stroked over her shoulder, down her relaxed arm to where it bent away from her and her waist tucked neatly. He followed the line to the rise of her hip, stopped there, and dropped kisses on her shoulder and neck.
Erin sighed in her sleep and rolled back against him, her body at an open angle for his hungry gaze. He didn’t think there’d been created a more perfect woman than this one. He didn’t deserve her, but for some reason, she’d been sent to him on loan for the next week. He intended to make use of every moment he had with her. Fortunately, she hadn’t been shy about wanting to have sex with him too. Thank God for sexual freedom.
Still, he felt funny about touching her in her sleep. Only thing to fix that was to touch her into wakefulness. Hotch cupped her pussy, the strip of crinkling hairs tickled his palm as he moved up her body. His gaze had already locked on to her full, proud breasts, but getting there was half the pleasure and he didn’t want to rush it.
Her belly hollowed as he teased her piercing. Her breathing changed and her muscles had a barely perceptible tension that they hadn’t moments before. She was awake, now, although she kept her eyes closed. From palm to fingertips, he drew a path between her breasts, being sure to apply the edge of his nails. Erin’s nipples drew tight.
His mouth watered, but he circled her breasts in smaller and smaller passes until he came to the peak. Erin stopped pretending. She snaked an arm around his neck and dragged him down. She arched her neck, reaching for him, her mouth easily finding his.
Hotch thumbed the tip in reward, and she trembled against him. Erin rolled onto her back. He needed more. Needed to taste her, feel her wordless pleas on his tongue. He parted her lips and delved inside. She responded, and when her hands clutched his ass, he knew taking it slow had just become a lot more complicated.
Trailing kisses from her mouth to her cheek, jaw, neck, he traveled downward to his prize. He teased
“I’ll take care of it,” Hotch said, climbing to his feet.
“Take care of what?” Erin’s ears stopped ringing, and she became aware of Toby crying in the next room. She sat up with a start.
“It’s okay. I’ve got it covered. I’ll meet you in bed in a few minutes.” His boyish grin stayed with her as she gathered their clothes and darted down the hall to the master bedroom.
The water in the bathroom sink turned off. Hotch was drying his hands and face as she scurried passed. He gave her a gentle swat to the ass and ducked into Toby’s room.
Erin cleaned herself up and removed the rest of her clothing. She could hear Hotch over the baby monitor. The sound of his off-tune baritone singing a lullaby made her smile. She reached across the bed and turned it up to listen.
With a sigh of contentment, Erin went back to the bathroom to search for condoms and brought them back to the room. She curled up beside the monitor and decided to close her eyes for a moment until he came back.
Toby cooed. Hotch murmured back, telling Toby how smart his comments were, how insightful. Toby babbled some more, and Hotch agreed that it was indeed past his bedtime, and he promised to put Toby down right away.
Erin turned the volume down again, listening to the rumble and pitch of their voices. She inhaled deeply, evenly until everything faded away.
Hotch took off his pants and shorts and climbed into bed beside Erin. It had taken longer than he expected to put Toby back to sleep. Apparently, Toby hadn’t been the only one exhausted. Erin lay on her side facing away from him. She was naked, and uncovered. Hotch filled his eyes with her, enjoying every curve and dip of her body.
His gaze flicked over her shoulder and he saw the box of condoms he’d purchased the day before, on the lamp table nearest her. His grin widened. Who was he to disappoint, he mused.
He stroked over her shoulder, down her relaxed arm to where it bent away from her and her waist tucked neatly. He followed the line to the rise of her hip, stopped there, and dropped kisses on her shoulder and neck.
Erin sighed in her sleep and rolled back against him, her body at an open angle for his hungry gaze. He didn’t think there’d been created a more perfect woman than this one. He didn’t deserve her, but for some reason, she’d been sent to him on loan for the next week. He intended to make use of every moment he had with her. Fortunately, she hadn’t been shy about wanting to have sex with him too. Thank God for sexual freedom.
Still, he felt funny about touching her in her sleep. Only thing to fix that was to touch her into wakefulness. Hotch cupped her pussy, the strip of crinkling hairs tickled his palm as he moved up her body. His gaze had already locked on to her full, proud breasts, but getting there was half the pleasure and he didn’t want to rush it.
Her belly hollowed as he teased her piercing. Her breathing changed and her muscles had a barely perceptible tension that they hadn’t moments before. She was awake, now, although she kept her eyes closed. From palm to fingertips, he drew a path between her breasts, being sure to apply the edge of his nails. Erin’s nipples drew tight.
His mouth watered, but he circled her breasts in smaller and smaller passes until he came to the peak. Erin stopped pretending. She snaked an arm around his neck and dragged him down. She arched her neck, reaching for him, her mouth easily finding his.
Hotch thumbed the tip in reward, and she trembled against him. Erin rolled onto her back. He needed more. Needed to taste her, feel her wordless pleas on his tongue. He parted her lips and delved inside. She responded, and when her hands clutched his ass, he knew taking it slow had just become a lot more complicated.
Trailing kisses from her mouth to her cheek, jaw, neck, he traveled downward to his prize. He teased
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