Reawakening by K. L. Kreig

Giselle wake up with regret, or had they finally moved past all of that shit? Would she admit she wanted him as badly as he wanted her? Would she trust him enough to let him into her complex mind? Or her heart? Or would she wake up, piss, moan and yell and walk out on him again, all the while trying to convince herself that he’d tried taking advantage of her vulnerability.
    She stirred and he tightened his grip on her. If she was going to Mrs. Hyde on him again, he wouldn’t make it easy on her. It was time they talked and figured out where this fucked up relationship was going, because he was done trying to convince himself that he didn’t want her. He did . God help him, but he so did. And it was time he made himself vulnerable for once and let her know it. He wanted more than her body. He wanted her affection. He wanted her love .
    Her body was sprawled across his, like he was her own personal body pillow. Her bare leg was thrown over his polyester covered one. It was precariously close to his hard on, so much so that if she moved just slightly there was no way she wouldn’t notice his raging want for her. Of course, he could just blame it on morning wood, but they both would know that for the lie it would be.
    He knew she was awake when her fingers started lightly moving against his bare chest. The moment a nail grazed his oversensitive skin, his cock jumped and, noticing, her head tipped up, eyes meeting his.
    “Hi beautiful,” he rasped thickly. In the next thirty seconds, he’d better either get out of bed or breaking his promise, she would end up underneath him and filled to the brim.
    “Hi yourself,” she whispered.
    Their gaze was smoldering and he felt her heart beat faster against his chest.
    “Jesus, I want you Giselle,” he mumbled, unable to help the lust-filled words that tumbled freely out of his mouth.
    At that, she closed the small gap between their mouths and kissed him with a hunger that matched his own. As hard as it was, he let her take the lead, but he wasn’t going to sit idly by either. His right hand cupped her cheek as his left ran lightly over her naked torso, which was now bared thanks to the tee that had ridden up.
    Never breaking their fused mouths, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Her hot pussy was now perfectly positioned over his throbbing cock and he just about blew when she began to gently roll her hips. His hands now roamed over her trim thighs, making their way underneath his t-shirt she wore so fucking well. Slowly, giving her time to stop him if she wanted, he made the long ascent to her perfect, weighty bare breasts.
    Testing the shape and feel in his palms, they both moaned and she increased the tempo of her pelvis. He rolled her erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and his mouth actually hurt with the need to taste them. He wanted his lips and his tongue and his hands all over her tight, toned body.
    Breaking the kiss, she sat up, gripping his gaze with hers. Reaching down, she slowly removed the shirt, leaving her completely naked, save for the supremely sexy jet-black panties she wore. His breath caught at how fucking beautiful she was and the longing he saw in her bright blue eyes. Surprising him, she took one of his hands and placed it over her lace-covered sex.
    “Touch me,” she pleaded. Didn’t have to fucking ask him twice.
    He desperately wanted her under him, but it was clear she was directing this show and he was simply happy to be the star. Slipping underneath the drenched fabric, he ran a thumb through her soaked slit, which caused her head to fall back on her exquisitely exposed shoulders.
    “Fuck, Giselle. You’re so wet,” he groaned.
    He circled her engorged clit lightly with his wet digit before taking another pass through her liquid center. She rolled her hips faster and he was as close to coming outside of a woman’s body as he’d ever been. And at this point he didn’t even care. He angled his hand so he could slip