The Night Watch ✓

28 / come closer

When she stirred at twenty past six in the morning, early light flooding the sitting room, Bree found herself still wrapped in Kit's arms and it wasn't long after she had woken that she sensed a change in his breath and he shifted behind her. His lips nuzzled against the back of her neck, inhaling her sleepy skin, and a flicker of arousal shivered through Bree's body. She had dreamt about Kit last night, her fantasy so vivid that as she woke, she wondered if it was real, but it wasn't. Her parents were in her bedroom; she was on the sofa, and Kit's body cocooned her like they were a pair of nesting spoons in a cutlery drawer.

His knees were pressed against the backs of hers, the base of her spine fitted against his bellybutton, and one of his hands rested over her stomach. A blanket covered both of them, shrouding their bodies, and it hid Kit's fingers as they stepped over her skin.

"Are you awake?" he murmured, his voice low and his breath hot against Bree's ear.

"Yes." She craved him, after losing out on her thrill last night, and she shuffled back, pressing herself even closer to him. A smile grew on her lips as she felt his morning erection jutting against her buttocks, their skin separated only by his boxers. Bree wore a slip of a nightdress, the material loose and the straps a little long, and during the night it had ruckled up around her waist, one breast exposed where the fabric had slipped down. Nestling against him, she reached behind herself, her hand grazing his cheek, and he kissed the back of her neck before his teeth moved to her earlobe.

Bree inhaled deeply, filling her lungs, and she closed her eyes as he teased her. She had missed out last night, having to put her desires to bed when she had invited her parents to stay but now, the day was young and the night hadn't washed away her needs. Her fingers crept between her thighs, dipping between her legs to find the slickness between her lips, and she sighed against her arm as her fingers moved in slow circles.

"Are you touching yourself?" Kit asked.

"Mmm," she hummed in response, and his erection stiffened behind her, prompting a new rush of stimulation.

"I want you," he whispered. His hand crept up her stomach before coming to a rest on her breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger, his other arm trapped between his body and the sofa, and he kissed Bree's neck as he teased her.

"I want you too," she said, her voice barely more than a breath. Kit's hand left her breast, slipping down to replace her own between her legs. There was something so exhilarating about him doing what she could do to herself, the thrill of not knowing what was going on in his mind. When she touched herself, she knew what she was doing, but with his hand between her legs, he had all the control.

Wet fingers moved behind her, finding the waistband of Kit's boxers and tugging them down to free his proud morning glory. He groaned against her shoulder as she wrapped her hand around the head of his penis. The angle was awkward, but she stroked him slowly before she turned her head to look over her shoulder.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, straining to meet his eye as his hand continued to move between her legs and she shifted her position just enough to guide him into her. He sighed against her as he sank into her, taking their spooning to the next level as he kept his hand where it was, slowing rubbing her as he moved fractionally within her. There wasn't much Bree could do in that position, powerless as Kit's hand worked magic. Lying on her side with him behind her, she parted her thighs a little, lifting her knees up to her chest to give him better access. There was nothing she could do, unable to kiss him from that angle, so she gave into the gentle pleasure he gave her, eyes closed and her breaths steady.

Kit braced his feet against the arm of the sofa as he moved his hips, and when his hand went to her waist, Bree replaced his touch with her own. Though she couldn't see him, she could feel his breath on her skin and his body moving against hers, and she pictured his face as her fingers danced between her legs. Her wet dream had prepared her for this morning, ready and waiting by the time she had woken up, and her chest heaved each time Kit raised his hips to push into her.