three days, I’ll be as big as a milk cow.”
“Don’t worry, love. I know how to work your udders.”
June never laughed so loud in her life. “Oh, my God! You’re horrible.”
Grinning, Henry stood then went to her side. “Sorry. Not really a good joke. He leaned down so his lips were close to her ears. “You already know, my hands are not the only part of me that I’ll use on you.”
* * * *
Thinking he would disturb June if he used an alarm, Henry set his cell phone to buzz then placed it beneath his pillow. He wanted to make sure that he’d wake up in time and not blow his surprise.
He wondered what it was that had made June sad during dinner. One thing for sure, he didn’t like it. She spoke about her future baby as if the kid would be growing up without her around. The sadness in her tone had touched him. It was bone-chilling and comparable to hearing someone mourn a lost child. He wanted to ask why, but for some reason he didn’t think it was right to pry. Hopefully, his surprise would bring her happiness, something to think about when sadness started creeping in. Sighing, he tightened his hold on June. Damn, she was so soft. June, he learned, liked to sleep with her back against him. He liked it too.
What a sensual, giving woman. He would forever remember how she’d come apart in his arms. So uninhibited, but at the same time still innocent. She blushed easily, like a woman who’d never been with a man before.
Henry’s cock thickened. He wanted her again. Slowly, he moved his hand to cup her breast then teased the nipple he’d sucked repeatedly. Carefully, he wedged his knee in between her legs. June moaned but remained asleep. He wondered if she would sleep through his caresses. Henry kissed the base of June’s neck while he snaked his hand lower to touch her pussy. He groaned when he felt her wet heat. Fully aroused now, he thrust his hips.
“Hmm…Henry…”
“Shh…honey. Just let me.”
June arched her back, helping him guide his cock into her. Henry drowned in the intense feeling and bit harder on her neck. From behind, he made love to June. Slowly at first, until both of them were panting, seeking to reach the highest peak.
“Honey, I love this—so good, so fucking good.” The beast inside him fought to claw its way out. He kept June on her side then anchored her leg on his thigh. She was wide open. Slowly thrust his dick deep inside her while he played with her clit. “Honey…”
His thrusts became faster and harder, his balls slapped her flesh. Damn it to hell. He didn’t want their lovemaking to end.
“Oh, Henry…”
“Baby, can’t get enough of you. You’ve cast a spell on me.”
“I’m just a woman.” June moaned.
“A beautiful, sensual woman. Oh, yeah. Keep your legs open, hon. Just like that. Jesus, you’re tight.” He kept his rhythm until both of them were wild with need to come. Henry licked his fingers then rubbed June’s nub. “Come for me, hon,” he whispered in her ear.
Henry was in heaven. If he was dreaming, he didn’t want to wake up. He could just lie like this all night, making her come over and over, but his body screamed for release.
As he roused her passion, Henry’s own was close to bursting. He rotated her wet bud with his fingers while he fucked her. “Honey…”
June’s ass muscles tightened then she screamed his name.
“You’re mine.” He thrust so hard the tip of his cock touched her cervix. “You’re mine,” he repeated. There was no stopping him now. Over and over, he thrust his hips, then he let go.
It was the best night of his life.
He was still kissing June’s neck when he realized she’d fallen back asleep already. Smiling, he covered them both with a blanket. He reached beneath his pillow to check the time. Two in the morning. Sunrise would be at five-fourteen. He still had three hours to sleep, if he could sleep at all.
* * * *
June was having a marvelous dream. The sand felt cool on
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