SURROGATE : Conception (+18) BOOK 1 (COMPLETE)

| 41 | The Land of Artistic Mischief ||

Liam wasn't planning on being wrapped up around and inside Penelope the previous night especially after she fell asleep on the movie.

He inhaled taking in the silent warmth of a new day. He'd not yet opened his eyes, but he could hear the slight morning sounds outside. He felt his chest with clumsy fingertips, but nothing was there.

He frowned.

That's where he left Penelope the night before. She was lying on his chest, warm and slightly damp from their passion.

Delight.

Warm and soft formed to his side.

Had he been dreaming the entire thing up? Wouldn't be the first time that a dream felt so real and only when he opened his eyes he was in a hotel somewhere halfway across the world. He felt next to him and smiled when his hand came in contact with a soft warm body. He turned on his side and pulled her back against him.

At contact his entire body started coming alive. His hand ventured from her hips up her sides and formed to her breast. Soft, supple. He squeezed and ground his hips against her ass.

Yep, he was ready to have her again.

"Liam," she whined when he buried his face in her neck, warm, and damp.

"Good morning."

"Mmm," was her reply which made him smile.

His hands ventured between her legs when she pressed her ass back against him.

"Morning reminder that we have plans this evening."

She gasped. "Mhm. I like reminders."

She moaned when he found the little bud at the tip of her clit. He pressed it then gently rolled it between his thumb and pointer. She arched her breast into his hand, the nipple now erect.

"Are you going to finally tell me what you're up to?" She managed through pants.

"Nope." He kissed her neck and ran his pointer and middle finger along the side of her clit revelling in those sweet whines that he loved.

Shit.

His ready cock found those soft, slick lips and with no thought necessary, he flexed his hips so the head of his penis slid between her lower lips. Back and forth allowing the head of his penis to tease the protruding, swollen skin that held the key to her release. Before long they were both panting and he was growing impatient.

He needed to feel her wrapped around him.

She gasped when the head of his cock found her opening. She froze maybe in anticipation. He pushed further inside of her, parting her softness.

Sweet baby Jesus was always what came to his mind most times he entered her. Troublesome, maybe, but he quickly forgot about potentially condemning his soul when her moist walls gripped him and settled around him as if they knew who he was.

How could they not? He was all they knew.

Steady thrusts brought to life every nerve in his body. How could it feel so good? He just had sex with her a few hours before and yet this time seemed anew.

He hadn't even opened his eyes yet to start the day but the clarity of his sight was un paramount.

Was that singing?

Mmm, no. That was Penelope about to come.

He licked the outline of her ear working more diligently on his hand's tasks and trying to keep his thrusts steady. It was a feat for a conscious man, but he was determined to feel her surrender to him.