Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
He didn’t completely bliss out, but the mumbles continued as he curled into me, resting his body against mine as he rode me. “Up. Down. Riding. Up. Down. Tighten toy. Relax toy.”
He might’ve been relaxing his tight toy but he was getting me all wound up.
The only problem with that was having to stay still so he could keep the wonderful headspace he’d found.
So not jumping softie but this was just as fabulous.
And just as erotic.
And just as submissive for Weston.
I’d thought he was so tuned out he’d forgotten about my orgasm, but as it got closer and my self-control got lower, he moved faster.
“Faster. Good cowboy. Fast cowboy.”
The mumbles continued even as I grabbed his hips and slammed him down on my cock, finally giving in and letting my orgasm fire through me. He cried out, tensing around me like he’d come too, but as fast as he was riding me, it was hard to tell.
When we’d both finally come down and Weston was so relaxed I wasn’t sure he’d be able to get himself off my lap, he sighed. “Being a cowboy is hard work.”
Yep, he was going to feel both workouts tomorrow.
I was going to have to get creative when it came to a massage, but I wasn’t worried. I’d figure out a way to make it embarrassing for him.
“You were the best cowboy.” And the cutest sub. “You’ll be even cuter when you have your hug on next time.”
His groan was slightly dramatic but he was too worn out for more than basic levels of drama. “At least I know I can have a dry orgasm this way.”
“See?” I managed to sound more energetic than I felt, but I knew the happiness level was on point when he shivered. “We’ll both have fun even when you’re dealing with the consequences of being my little minute man.”
Eventually he’d learn control, but until he did, I was going to have fun with it.
Still the best kink ever.
****
To wake the sleeping beauty or not?
He’d managed to sleep through my alarm and my getting ready for the day, so I felt bad he was still tired.
But also proud I’d worn him out, which might’ve made me a bad Dom, but I couldn’t decide.
I had coffee for him, though, so it probably made me a good boyfriend at the very least.
“If you want coffee before you leave, you need to get up now, sleepyhead.” Setting the mug on my nightstand, I sat down on the bed and debated kissing him or tickling him. “Eyes open before I give into temptation and tickle you. My self-control is weak in the morning.”
“Because you don’t sleep enough.” Weston rolled over and seemed to do his best to bury himself into my mattress. “You should try getting more.”
“But the mornings are quiet and I like the early bird crowd.” I waited as he grumbled and gave up trying to burrow through my bed. “Inhale. I brought you coffee.”
That stopped his digging. “You made it for me?”
“Yes.” I finally gave in and laughed as he slowly pushed up and looked around like a kid who’d just woken from a hard nap. Bedhead and a frown looked good on him, but I was smart and didn’t fuck with him as he sat up. “Lean against the headboard and I’ll give it to you.”
Next time I was going to put it in something with a lid. I’d forgotten how fuzzy-brained he was when he woke up too early. “You okay?”
He could technically go back to sleep for a little while but he’d asked to be woken up. I wasn’t sure I should’ve agreed to it since he wasn’t used to getting up early, but I wasn’t going to leave him without saying goodbye.
And good morning because I was pretty sure he’d get pissed if I missed that one.
So once he was sitting up with his first sip of caffeine hitting his system, I leaned over and carefully kissed his cheek. “Good morning.”
He seemed to hear me that time but it took his brain a few seconds too long to catch up. “Morning.”
Looking around and still coming across as slightly confused, he took another sip before turning back to me. “I dreamed we were at the gym again.”
So waking up here was confusing?
“Good dream or stressful?” I thought it would be an easy question but he frowned and needed another sip.
Both. Definitely both.
“I think…both, I think?” Weston wasn’t as confident as I’d been when I thought about the answer, but I’d been awake longer. “Um, we were…we were living out that fantasy you mentioned.”
Oh.
He wasn’t awake enough for me to fuck with or try to embarrass, so I did my best to handle it as neutrally as I could. “Once you have a chance to think about it, we’re going to talk about limits and ideas. There’s a lot we can do even if we’re careful with our limits.”