Chapter 10

10

DANIKA

I could get used to mornings like this.

The clock says four AM, and when I roll over to drape a leg over Matt's, my knee skims over his erection. As hard as a steel pole even while he sleeps soundly.

I slip a hand under my nightgown and in my thin lace panties, not surprised to find myself drenched. I need him inside me right now. I'll cook him breakfast to make up for waking him this early.

Crawling to the edge of the bed, I trap his legs with mine and slip my fingers under his waistband, biting my lip as I find nothing else underneath. Apparently, there's just this thin cotton fabric between me and his massive cock.

I jerk his sweatpants lower until his cock springs free—all thick, long, slightly curved, and veiny. How it all fits inside me, I still don't know.

I dart my tongue and lick the head, Matt's thighs immediately flexing, and when I wrap my lips around him, he snaps his eyes open. "Dan…"

His awareness comes in slow degrees. When it finally does, he slips his fingers through my hair and guides me on how to take him. I don't let him come. Not yet.

Without taking my eyes off him, I sit on my knees and move forward, my hips hovering above his, and I straddle him. Matt's face is flushed, his eyes at half mast, and Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Good morning," I tell him.

"Good—"

He doesn't get to finish it as I push my panties to the side and sink on him, impaling myself on his rod. Every inch of my body is on fire as I rotate my hips. He can't move because he's trapped, but he doesn't do nothing either.

Matt sits and squeezes my ass, pushing me to him, letting him go deeper inside me. I don't let it affect my rhythm. With my arms around his neck, I ride him like a woman possessed, and he buries his face in my breasts, roughly fondling them, drawing each sensitive bead between his lips and sucking.

I'm close. So dangerously close. I don't want this to end too soon, but I also can't force myself to stave off something it has yearned for since waking up. Bouncing up and down his lap, I toss my head back and close my eyes, using Matt to pleasure myself.

"Ride me harder, Dan. Ride me like the good girl you are," he growls.

So I do. My fingers dig into the taut muscles of his back when I feel the tension winding tighter and tighter and warmth spreading from my belly.

And I hit release.

My orgasm seems to last forever, and Matt continues ramming his hips upward, hitting the spots that make me see stars. A groan ripples in his chest, and he bites my shoulder. He lets out unsteady exhales as I wring rope after rope of come.

"I could get used to being woken up like this, Dan."

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

A giggle bursts out from me, but he smothers the sound with a kiss, and I melt into him and feel my body come alive under his touch … again.

My throat constricts because I know, with every fiber of my being, this is exactly where I belong and where I'm supposed to be.

Right here.

With Matthew.

Forever.