11 Scenes (Eleven, #2)

by Octavia Jensen

Slowly, I touched her hips, her sides, the smooth skin on her pussy, admiring every inch of her body. “So beautiful, Briella,” I whispered, carefully lifting one of her legs to push it forward. It gave me just enough space to line my aching cock up and slide back into her, and this time, I was gentle. I didn’t want to wake her, not yet. I wanted her to wake up on her own with my come dripping down her thighs and reminding her that she belonged to me, that she was mine, and to know that she couldn’t escape me even in sleep. Over and over, I eased in and dragged my cock back slowly as I bent to kiss her skin. I teased her nipples with my teeth and flicked my tongue across her bottom lip, and even in her sleep, she opened for me. That single, small act of complete submission had me snapping — I licked into her mouth and held her chin as I fucked her faster, and I couldn’t breathe as I spilled inside her pliant, limp body. Part of me thought she woke up during that and simply didn’t tell me, and most of me hoped she hadn’t — but either way, as I laid down behind her and fingered my come a little deeper inside of her, I whispered praises in her ear just in case. “So perfect for me, kitten. So worth the wait ... and when you wake up, I’m going to spoil you. A bubble bath, food, a massage ... you’ve earned it all and then some. My beautiful little Bri. I’ll never get enough.”