Two days without shaving have turned Duke’s customary stubble into softness, not quite a beard, but that doesn’t stop me from itching to touch it.
When I do, his eyes flutter open and his lips spread in a grin. “Mornin’, princess.”
I scoot closer so I can kiss him, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back, hands over my head, and he’s grinding down into me as we kiss. Heat builds fast, coiling tight in my belly, flooding my pussy with wetness. I spread my legs to wrap them around him, and he groans into my mouth.