How about a new string of tastey bites to entertain you?

I need a distraction from my current W.I.P. 

“Deep Fried and Laid to the side” is coming along nicely and should be ready to head to first round betas by august first. I’ll be jumping right into the second story “texas Tried and true”   right after that.

But I needed a little …something to get me back in gear. I’m at a point where my stream of conscious Writing has lead to several paragraphs of “blah blah, yada yada, word, sentences, sex sex more sex sex more words… eat this  spit it out  measure dick”….you get the picture…I’m writing but not writing…

And I’m short a muse… the dark one…he is gone and I’m slightly sad, but it wasn't meant to be.  I’m not too sure how I feel about it. I’m kind of in a state of “meh” over it.

So I've brewed a cup of coffee in my orange paisley patterned cup and I've got my feet up, admiring my scarlet pumps, when the smell of green grass and ocean and man wafts over me.   I close my eyes and try not to show my pleasure at his arrival…nor my annoyance. Can’t a girl procrastinate!

“If you wanted to procrastinate then you should have kept the dark trickster around.”

*I lean my head to the side to peek around the monitor of my laptop at MineMuse as he lounges against the doorway, arms crossed over broad chest*

“Actually, you’re correct, but I wonder, if between you Alapha and Knox there wasn't a little persuasion for him to “take a hike”.

*He doesn't confirm or deny this vocally, but the smirk on his face tells me everything I need to know*

“What are you doing with those shoes on?”

*Chris pushes away from the door and saunters…yes, saunters is how I’d describe it, into my office to stand at the edge of my desk. Something flashes in those icy blue eyes. Something warm and ….wicked. Something a little dark and a lot delicious.*

“Getting in the mood.  I need to feel …sexy in order to write.”

*One pale eyebrow lifts over the dark frame of his glasses. The light catches there and if I squint I think I see the slightest hint of ginger in those nearly invisible blonde hairs. For a moment his eyes widen and then he squints back at me and I wonder aloud..*

“ What are you about, Enforcer?”

*Eyes that were lidded open suddenly and a hint of a smile dances. A flash of that dimple and I’m screwed.*

“Not yet you aren't, but you will be”

*His voice is thick with warning. The words are heady. The smell of tobacco and chocolate ….rich rich dark chocolate envelopes me as his strong hands grasp my ankles. For a moment he studies the sparkles on the heel of my pumps before using my legs to steer my chair back from the desk. The lights have dimmed now and all I can focus on is the brief glimpse of his tattoo peeking from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. Gently he lets my his hand travel up my calf then back down to my ankles. The vice like grip is fire hot and oddly—soothing. Chris removes my pumps and with measured movements places them against the wall.*

“I am not sure how wearing those things help you to write. As pretty as they are and as great as they look on you, I can’t imagine that they are comfortable. Or maybe that’s what you’re looking for.  A bit of pain… a little torture.”

*I have no intention of validating his assessment. I bite my tongue and close my eyes to keep from saying anything. He takes my silence has his answer.*

“That’s O.K., Little Switch. I know what it is you want… need.  We can play, if you want. You do want to play, don’t you?”

*I can’t tell if it’s because he is asking me or if it’s the feel of him standing behind me, strong hands now kneading at those ever present knots in my shoulders, that does me in, but I moan and let my head dip forward.  Briefly his lips touch my neck. Warm and moist, the feeling burns through me and sets fire to my spine. Electrifying the chain of my necklace so that it burns hot against my skin.*

“If I say something smart, are you going to stop?”

*I nearly whisper. Afraid that he will stop regardless. The man’s hands are magic. I’d pay and have paid handsomely to have my tense muscles “tortured” this way. To have the tension released and to feel that sexy, euphoric rush of being boneless and sedated.*

“ Do you want me to stop, Little Switch?”

*His voice is both sand paper and honey on my nerves. But those hands….oh those hands are doing wonders. Petting in slow languid strokes and then pressing deeply just there….mmmm right there where …ahhhh yup right there.*

*His chuckle behind me is everything.  And I do mean everything.  I want to hide my face, so that the flame of my blush doesn't show. Do I want him to stop?  Is he insane?*

“No, don’t stop. Just...don't stop.”

“Then spin me a tale, Little Switch. And make it...”

*His voice drops of and the graze of his tongue against my neck as he licks there causes me to sit up quickly, my eyes wide. My breath is caught in my throat and my heart beat is in limbo as if someone just hit pause. The nip of his teeth at my ear lobe sends me crashing into fast forward. My heart slams against my chest and I melt….honest to goodness melt into a puddle of  ME right here in my chair. Nothing left but a startled, if satisfied grin. I don’t know where the strength to talk comes from and truthfully I have to try several times to find my voice. When I speak, it sounds like wind being forced from my lungs. All air and lust.*

“Make it what?” 

*I open my eyes and watch as he struts all fair skin and naked…wait naked…when did wow, would you look at that ass…those thighs.  Clearly, I've spoken allowed because he pauses in the door way and flexing the muscles in his back. Head held high, he does not look over his shoulder and I almost have to strain to hear him.*

"Something hot"

*He closes the door without ever looking back. I'm convinced that if I stare at it,  I'll develop x-ray vision and  see him padding softly down the hall, the sinewy muscles stretching and contracting.  My breath leaves me on a long, lusty sigh. I'm not sure how much hotter it can get. But the smile on my face tells me I'm about to find out.* 

ANNNNND that’s where I AM.  Trying to remember to make it hot.  I've got my pen and note pad ready to go and Over the next few blog posts you’ll find a short lil diddy Based on the newest muse, Chris.  Much like “landing Knox” this story will be…whatever flows …a break away from my pressing deadlines.

I haven’t thought of a title for it yet… but there are lots of clues above about what will be involved.  I’m not sure who “she” is at the moment, but she is one lucky Woman to have a “chris” at her disposal.

Tea for Three or... Drea got New Muses.

Sitting at my desk while I wait for the piercing scream of the kettle to remind me that I having tea instead of coffee, I am tapping my toes in time to the soothing, yet panic inducing sound of the clock on my wall.  It was broken when I got it so while it ticks and the hands move round its hound’s-tooth face, it doesn’t tell the time. In sharpie marker boldly scribbled “TIME TO WRITE.”

My office is not far from the kitchen and in this, the last few moments of the witching hours, my ears are trained to the bubbling, boiling sound of the water… angrily dancing in the bright green kettle. 

Because of the time difference between here and there, the new muses are well into their day.  Its nearly lunch time for them and I’m sure they are more than ready for me to just get on with it. A brief check in and I realize that I’m lucky that Alpha and Muse haven’t yet cornered these two and set them to the task of “babysitting me”.  I am still free to procrastinate, as I am want to do.  I distract them by starting a conversation then leaving them to their own devices.

Proud of my trickery, I head to the kitchen just in time to lift the kettle before it wakes the dogs. The smell of mint and spices as the water washes over the loose leaf tea in my cup brings a smile to my face.  Slowly, because really what the rush, I pad back to my office. Head down, concentrating on the steam rising from my travel mug I run smack dab into a wall  of… muse.

One dark and one light, both verra, verra much male and verra much Irish, they don’t seem to be impressed by my tactics.

“SHIT!” I exclaim as the hot liquid splashes over the rim of my cup and on to my hand before landing on my toes.

“what the f…”

The gingery blonde arches a brow as if daring me to let the swear word slide past my lips.

The dark one laughs and reaches out a hand to steady me.

“good morning, lass” he chuckles, taking the cup from my hands and sauntering off “ I’ll just top this off and get a rag to clean that up.  Have a seat” he says “ we’ve something to discuss.”

Petulantly I pout.  I can see where this is going. The dark one… whom I thought I’d chosen for his lackadaisical, carefree ways, is abandoning me.  I’m not quite ready to face the shorter blonde one. I mean I haven’t had my tea, or a “biscuit” and really. Does he have to look that imposing?

Chris, as he is called, doesn’t say a word, merely grabs my hand to check for damage and leads me to my seat.

The smell of the countryside and something, male, makes me swallow deeply and hold my breath.  He makes a tsking sound and shouts for Lee, the dark one but he to bring some ice.

I’d protest, but something tells me its best if I keep my trap shut.

“Got an interesting email this morning, aingeal”  Chris speaks calmly, lulling me, pulling me back in my chair as he massages the tense muscles in my neck.

“Oh, from whom?”  I ask breathily, trying to keep myself from voicing just how great those hands feel working away the tension that’s been sitting between my shoulders for weeks.

“From who else, One and Two.  Gave us the whole run down, they did.” Lee has returned with my tea and a cool rag to clean my skin. His voice is slightly lighter than Chris’ but the words spilling over his full lips aren’t what I wanted to hear.

“Dammit,” I mutter. Immediately, two low growls cause the hair on my neck to stand at attention.

“Ok boys, let’s get something straight. I’m the boss and I like to cuss, curse, and ohhh ohhh ummm…” I lose my train of thought as Chris finds a particularly stubborn knot, right at the moment that Lee gently lifts my foot and cleans away the sticky sweet tea that has dried to a syrupy mess.

“You were saying” Lee ask, with a smirk to beat Puck’s own.

“I  ... I ... was saying… umm” Fuck, what was I saying.

Chris answers for me.  “She was saying how today she is going to be a good girl and write. So that we don’t have to report to one and two that she has been anything less than an angel of the purest goodness and light.”  His breath moistens my earlobe and the scent of him surrounds me.

“That’s what I thought she said me self.”  Lee glances up at me briefly, and then his dark green eyes meet ice blue ones over my shoulder.

“Well shit.” I mutter.  I think I’ve been had. And I don’t mind at all.

Please welcome the two newest resident muses… Chris Richards and Lee Kingston. Both hail from Ireland ( home of my heart) and both… are sure to make you smile.

They’ll be hanging out in The Chatting With Drea Riley fb group as well as putting in appearances on The Drea and Milana Show.  I couldn’t be more pleased.  *winks saucily*

Landing Knox cont 9

Happy Birthday KNOX

Ladies ( because let’s face it, it really is the ladies following this blog) today is the Muse’s birthday.  So this update is special.

And another note, Thank you all for your love and support. I know you’re falling over yourselves for Knox and Kierna to have a longer story that isn’t just about the sex… when I started this project I had one goal: write a blazing hot sex scene. Something to get me back in the groove of writing.  I’ve accomplished that.  And I am super excited to find that you all are more than just sex fiends.  I’ve long said that part of what stopped me from writing a few years ago was the seemingly ever increasing demand for just sex.  Erotic romance (particularly Ir/mc) was becoming synonymous with Erotica and from There  borderline pornography. Nothing wrong with either of those, but my heart just wasn’t into writing only about sex.  I love that there is a story behind all of my characters. Its not just turning a one night stand into a HEA. Romance begins long before and lives long after the big o. Thank you for believing that there was more to knox and Kierna.  I Don’t really know their whole story. Being character driven as I am, they haven’t whispered it to me yet. But when they do I’ll be recording it just for you guys.

Thanks for hanging on through the delays. I hope you’ll stick around for whatever hits the page, be in Knox and Kierna or someone new.  and as always, please forgive the lack of editing, Landing knox is presented completely as it flew off my fingers.

Knox stretched his sleep tense body and yawned. Another time he would have panicked at the missing warmth he met when he rolled over , but he remembered the soft kiss Kierna had pressed to his brow as the first soft rays of morning sun began to filter through the windows.

Normally, the day after st pats day was a rush of shenanigans for him, being that it was his birthday and all, but today he had no plans.

Up until he’d come home and found a trail of clothing leading him to heaven, he’d been dreading turning 31.  Nothing particular had been wrong in life. He’d good friends, a successful business and his pick of bed partners. Funny thing was none of that mattered. He’d been longing for more than just a revolving door of parties and panties.

Hell, before last night it had been a series of months with him avoiding parties And Panties alike.

He only wanted to spend time with ONE woman and she seemingly had locked him into the friend zone.

But now he had hope. He had more than hope he had Kierna.

Listening as she puttered around their loft he reflected on their love making. Was he assuming too much?  Did one wild night of sex mean that his unrequited longing was over? Were they going to make the epic love story leap from a one night stand to forever , roll credits, throw popcorn at the screen?

Knox was a logical man. He knew there’d be more work to it than that. But now that he’d tasted heaven…he’d move earth to hold on to it.

RolLing from the bed, he padded softly to the shower and quickly washed his body. He had to keep the water cold, least he be drawn into the memory of every decadent moment. He might, he thought with a sly grin and a chuckle, even need to change his brand of soap. It reminded him too much of Kierna now, and the way the suds had clung to her body touching her skin and making him jealous.

With a strangled groan he stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel low over his hips so that he could brush his teeth and shave.

Kierna waited, perched on counter, as she listened to knox moving around his bedroom. She’d left him nearly an hour before in serch of something to quell the rumbling in her stomach. A hand full of stale chips and two bites of a cold cheeseburger before leaving work had NOT been the kind of fortification she’d needed to fuel her for the night she’d spent being ravished by her man.

A smile played at her lips with that thought. Her man. It might be a little cocky to assume such a notion but there had been too much building between them to assume that last night wasn’t going to lead to something more.

Kierna was confident that they’d work out the details. She was just as confident that the details were going to lead to a  happy forever after.

But they’d get there later. Right now she just wished he’d hurry the fuck up. Because sitting on this counter naked behind his guitar when she could be wrapped around his body was driving her to distraction.

As  Surpise birthday breakfasts went, this one was epic. She Checked the plate piled high with bacon surrounding An over sized chocolate  cupcake and for the hundredth time had to fight the urge to lick the decadent frosting and sprinkles right off.

She was about to give up and shimmy back into the button down shirt she’d stolen from his closet months ago and go in search of knox when she heard the door open and his soft foot falls padding through the living room.

Concentrating intently, she lightly strummed the Gibson and sang the wacky version of the birthday song they used in the bar.

Her hands trembled a bit and her heart fluttered when she looked up and saw him leaning against the metal pillar, wearing only a pair of low riding athletic shorts.

With his arms crossed over his chest and his hair still damp, he made her mouth go dry then water.

“ this has got to be the best birthday ever”

“yeah?” she swallowed “ you haven’t even opened your gifts yet.”

She forced the words from her parched throat as she watched the dimples form in his cheeks and his eye brow rise into his hair line.

“open my gifts…doesn’t look like you even wrapped them from where I’m standing.”

His voice was low and full of laughter.

Tossing her curls over her shoulder while trying to stay hidden behind his guitar Kierna shrugged.

“I wrapped some of them but I ran out of paper.”

Nodding her head to the counter beside her, she pointed at  the plate of bacon.

 “I Couldn’t find a lighter or I’d have stuck a candle in there so you could make a wish.”

“ Who needs candles when my greatest fantasy is sitting right there”

He was so sweet…and she was about to tell him so when he continued,

“how did you know I always wanted chocolate cupcakes and bacon for my birthday breakfast”.

Before she could swing his beloved guitar at him, Knox pushed off the pillar and strode across the room and removed it from her hand.

“now, now pretty Girl. Don’t be trying to break my other woman’s neck. There is more than enough of me for both of you” Knox pried gently pried Kierna’s fingers away from the neck of the instrument before setting it to the side.

Knox unfolded her legs from their pretzel position and tugged so that she scooted to the edge of the counter, before guiding her legs around his waist.

Only the slightest bit of air separated her warm core from the ridges of his taunt abs, her nipples, hardening in excitement grazed his own nipple rings with each breath.

For a heart beat she stared into his brown eyes, watched as he watched her lips. And then she leaned in. Kierna latched on to that plump bottom lip and suckled. She felt the rumble of his groan vibrate through his body and into hers. 

There was no rushing, there were only slow languid kisses and long caresses and deep hugs.

After some time Kierna pulled away from knox’s lips and rested her head in the hollow of his neck. Her breathing was deep and a feeling of “rightness” settled into her spirit.

Knox leaned back and tipped kierna’s face up to meet his. For a moment he took her in…absorbed the curve of her cheek bones dotted with near invisible freckles.  The way her lashes grouped together in little points over those ocean deep eyes.

He kissed the tip of her nose, and then her forehead before tucking her face back into his neck and wrapping her deeply in his arms.

 When she shivered a bit he reached behind her and grabbed what suspiciously looked like one of several missing dress shirts from his closet. With the patience of a man in love and secure in that love he pulled away and dressed her. Buttoning the shirt from bottom to the second from top button and then carefully rolling and cuffing the sleeves so that her hands would be free.

Satisfied that she was covered and he wouldn’t be tempted by her exposed flesh knox tightened his hug briefly then stepped away.

 “so its my birthday and I think I should get to plan everything we do today.”

Kierna tipped her head in askance.

“ you wouldn’t deny and aging man some fun on his birthday would you?”

She cocked her head to the other side and waited for him to go on .

Knox walked to the refigerater and pulled out  a jug of milk.

“ I’m I want to eat all that bacon, then some more bacon and that cup cake. Then I want to watch Archer and American dad.  Then I want to have sex..perferably with you but alone if you want to watch, then I want to eat thai food, then eat you and then I want more cupcakes.”

Kierna’s jaw hit the floor as she listened to knox prattle on about his “birthday plans” while eyeing the way those shorts clung to his hip and butt as he dug around in the pantry for a box of cereal.

“that’s it.  That’s what you want to do for your birthday.”

She asked incredulously.

“that’s what I want to do for every day for the rest of my life.  You, Bacon, archer, Thai food.”

Knox spun on to face her . The look in his brown eyes pinning her to the spot. She watched has he worked his strong jaw and seemed to be fighting to hold himself still for her scrutiny.

“ sounds like the best plan I’ve ever heard.  Except for archer… Make it he-man or thundercats and you’ve got a deal.”

“archer first then thundercats” he countered.

“two episodes of archer, a Simpsons marathon. Thundercats AND heman on Saturday mornings and  you have to share the bacon and cupcakes.” Kierna returned as she hopped off the counter and made her way to stand infront of him.

“Thai food every night.” Knox bartered holding the box of cereal above her head.

“ you eat that shit so hot I can’t even breath when its in the room Knox” Kierna complained “ Once every two Weeks.”

“no spinach” knox countered again.

“there is nothing wrong with spinach”

“there is nothing wrong with spicey thai food”

Kierna squinted her eyes and stopped jumping around his dancing body, giving up reaching the box of frosted cereal he was holding hostage.

On a huff she spun and walked away, opening the buttons on her stolen shirt as she went stopping only briefly to grab the plate of bacon from the counter.  Turning to face him as she walked backwards to the living room she stated…

“ A man can’t live on spicey thai food alone knox.”  She dipped a finger in to the chocolate icing and then brought it to her mouth and slowly licked it clean.

 Knox growled in the back of his throat and Kierna laughed before snagging a piece of bacon and munching on it. She turned and walked toward his bedroom a smile playing on her lips as she heard the distinct sound of both the box of cereal and the jug of milk hitting the floor and knox’s footsteps following her.

Landing Knox. cont 8.5

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Landing Knox....cont. 8

Kierna refused to take anymore teasing. Leaning forward and shifting her weight on to her hands and knees a hiss escaped her as Knox followed her body with his, never breaking the connection.

His erection seemed to swell inside of her and before she knew it he’d began to answer her command. One hand grasping her hip, the other none to gently pressing her shoulders down  so that her face was buried in the covers before the long fingers sank into the hair at the back of her head and pulled. HARD.

There wasn’t a moment of rhythm finding, no slow probing or half stepping. THIS… was carnal, This was Knox at his most basic.

This was raw. He slammed into her hard, bottoming out and making her briefly ponder if she knew what she’d gotten her self into.

Before she could make up her mind one way or the other he with drew and then slammed home again. And again. And again.

Keirna moaned. It hurt so good. And he fucking knew it.

“Brace your self”

Brace myself…on what!? Keirna looked at the end of the bed. There was no foot board. Lord please don’t let him… Knox shoved home again.

Oh well, if we go off this bed and I break my neck… I’ll have a great story to tell.

“you sure will, but I’m really not going to give you time to remember the details” Knox answered her. She hadn’t realized she’d vocalized her thoughts. But it didn’t matter. Knox was working on keeping his word, his thrust were coming hard and deep and the only thing Kierna could do was tuck her chin and take it.

A yank on her hair and firm smack on her ass had her mewling.

“Scream when you come.”

“ The neighbors already know your name Knox”

“yeah, but I want to make sure the you do.”

And then he redoubled his efforts. Pumping deeply until stars danced before Keirna’s eyes. A firm smack on her upturned ass her or their and then his thumb grazing over that puckered star of nerve endings. She really thought she shouldn't let him know how much she wanted him there but when he gripped her cheek in his palm and curved that strong digit into her opening on the next thrust she couldn't help but push back against it.

“mmm, Interesting” Knox muttered darkly, still never slowing is onslaught into her quivering pussey.

“My ass” she replied smartly

“Exactly. MY. ASS.” His answer was punctuated by deep thrusts.

“its got next.” He warned before leaning over her body, wrapping her in is embrace and sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

His bite and his fingers on her clit were the undoing of her.

Light exploded behind her eyes and her arms gave out. Vaguely she thought she remembered him laughing and saying at least the cops would know who they were looking for as she screamed his name to the rafters.

Landing Knox ... cont. 7

I don't know why, but I seem to have Knox on the brain. *shrugs* Oh well, good for you guys, no?

Knox felt her shift backwards, using her hand on his for arms to lift herself, she re-positioned her body so that her legs were outside of his, forcing him to bring his own together.

Once she had him situated to her liking she change positions again, this time Knox opened his eyes and watched as tucked her legs under so that she was standing on her knees.

She rode him like that for long moments, rocking her pelvis in slow tantalizing circles all while doing something magical with those honey-coated walls.  Knox sat forward, brushing aside those rioting coils of dark hair and pressing his lips to the skin on the side of her neck.

 He wrapped his arms around her body, feeling as though he was in tune with the brush of every arm hair against her brown skin.

With one hand he immediately found the damp slit between her thighs. Pressing his palm against her pelvis he let his long fingers cup her where she rode him.  She lift just a bit and his fingers came in contact with his shaft as it slid from her body, he pressed on that pulsing vein on the underside of his cock,  marveling at the feel of touching himself while being inside of Kierna.

They danced for only a moment longer before he let his fingers pluck and pinch at that tiny bundle of nerves that had been nuzzling against the callous where his middle finger met his palm.  For a moment he scissored his middle and pointer fingers on either side of it, as if the rapid movement could force it from its hiding place, like the last taste morsel of berry being sucked up from the bottom of a cup throw a straw.

 When she shivered and lost groove, Knox switched his technique. Gently grasping the little bud and jerking it between his thumb and pointer in the same manner has he would stroke his dick. Long Deep strokes starting from the base with a little brush and a tap on the tip. 

He’d let her have her way in a moment but for now he needed her to come apart again. Needed to feel this rush of her release over his dick the way it had washed over his tongue and fingers in the shower.

Nibbling at her ear, Knox laughed when he heard her cussing him under her breathe. He wanted to bring his free hand up to play with her nipples but new if he gave her any room she’d pull away.

Stroke and then tap. Stroke and then tap. Tap. Tap. “ is this thing on baby.” He whispered on a grin.

“It’s not a microphone”

“Ah, but I sure loved speaking into earlier… you seemed to enjoy it, too.”

“Fuck you, jack ass”

“You already are”

“Knox” she keened, bringing her arms up and locking them behind his head, the humor they’d been sharing once again replaced by raw lust and need.

“tell me what you want Kierna” Knox flex his dick inside her as he continued to stroke her clit changing the patter of his taps, speaking Morse code to her body’s pleasure point.

“I can’t…I need.”

“Who says you can’t baby?  Give it to me.”

  Knox knew the moment that her resistance slipped away. The trembling sigh that rose from her throat accompanied her body tensing, and then trembling. Hot, so hot the liquid washing over his dick should have burned him. The ripples of her sweet, sweet pussy clinching and releasing threatened to send him to his own release.

“So beautiful when you come baby.”

“Shut up and fuck me” Kierna hissed over her shoulder as she came back from the brink of heaven once again.

Landing Knox....cont. 6

The cool caress of the air conditioning and the deep rumble of vibration beneath her ear, slowly brought Kierna awake.  Without opening her eyes, she inhaled deeply and filled her lungs. She was so sated and languid that she honestly didn’t want to turn loose of the last wispy vestiges of her sleep.

In micro increments she tensed and released every muscle in her body… tiny stretches the release little tingles of energy throughout her body.

“If you’re going to keep wiggling around like that, I’m going to assume you’re ready for what comes next.”

For a moment Kierna panicked. The memory of her shenanigans in the shower with Knox flooded her brain. She wondered if she could pretend she was still asleep, but then the  memory of him making her pass out washed through her so hard that she snapped her head up and stared directly into his dancing chocolate eyes.

“You were out for a while, pretty girl. I’m not sure which of us should be saying thank you, right now. But”…His voice deepened and he leaned in to take her lips “you’re welcome.” He spoke the words against her full mouth before capturing it with his own.

Knox was so glad she was awake. Part of him was only slightly disappointed. He could have carried on cradling her to his heart for a life time and it had nothing to do with the way she’d fallen apart under his lips and hand in the shower…well almost nothing.  But it had everything to do with the way she felt, cupped up against him head pressed to his heart skin covered in nothing but his love and God’s breathe.  He’d longed to hold her for so long it was torture each time he thought to wake her.

But no that she was awake…he’d make sure she had no regrets and knew that there was never any going back.

Knox deepened the kiss, while shifting her body so that she was seated between the thighs on the bed, her back pressing against his chest. His dick didn’t take long to align itself in the crevice of her lush ass and Knox had to pull away and just absorb the gravity of that position. The feel of himself thrusting involuntarily between those globes.

With his head pressed back against the tufted headboard of his massive bed, Knox counted. Counted farm animals, then numbered and named the ladies in his grandmother’s bridge club. Then he recited the names of the bones of his body. He needed to focus or he was going to lose is and get a chance to see what  his pearl white spunk would look like frosting her spine and the curve of that ass. And ass that was currently undulating and driving him to the brink.

“Fuck it” he lamented as his hands went to her waist and lifted her into the air, just enough that his rigid dick could poke right at the entrance to nirvana.  

“Ride me.” He demanded before losing his breath as she complied. Sliding slowly, so slowly on to his dick, coating it in liquid heat so slick and hot that a sweat broke out over his body…

“Dammit…” he used his hands to lift her again before letting her take the reins and slid down again, this time all the way until she was seated with him fully inside of her.

Her moans of pleasure vibrated through her entire body and echoed along his sheathed dick.

He had no clue what it was she was doing, he’d slammed his eyes closed the moment her lips kissed the head of his dick, but whatever it was felt serpentine.

Her body shifted and wound above him and he swore he could see her through his eye lids. Head tossed back, her curly hair tickling his face where it came in contact. Arms above her head she gyrated… danced on his pole with swirls and twirls and dips that would be his undoing.

Keeping his eye closed, Knox focused on the act…he had to keep it together or he’d be the one passed out for hours, before the show even got started.