Love, Utley (Love Letters #1)

But I know exactly what spot he’s talking about.

So, I move closer, facing Maddox, who’s flat on his back. And when my front meets his side, I nestle my face in that spot where shoulder and chest meet.

Maddox curls his arm around my shoulders while I stretch my arm across his chest and hike my knee up so it’s resting on his thigh.

“Good night, Hannah.”

I press a kiss to his warm chest. “Night, Maddox.”

SEVENTY-THREE

MADDOX

Something soft wiggles against my aching cock, and I press into it.

“Jesus.” Hannah’s moan filters in through my half-asleep brain.

Hannah.

Here.

Pressed against my morning wood.

“Maddox?” Her voice sounds again.

“Hmm?” Eyes still closed, I reach for her, my hand landing on her hip.

I tug her against me.

During the night, we changed positions. And now I’m spooning her.

Hannah arches her back. “If you don’t put that thing to use…”

Eyes opening, I roll forward, forcing Hannah to roll too until she’s lying on her stomach beneath me.

“You want me to fuck you, Babe?” I keep her pinned as I lift partially off her so I can yank her sleep pants and underwear down, exposing her ass.

“Yes.” Her words are muffled by the mattress.

I reach down farther, sliding my hand between her thighs.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re already wet for me?”

She nods.

I rub my fingers against her opening, spreading the slickness.

“Were you rubbing this ass on my dick while I slept, getting yourself ready?”

Hannah nods again.

I feel like I should tease her a bit. Like I should drag this out.

But I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

I pull the front of my boxers down. “Reach down and play with that clit.”

Gripping the base, I position my dick where I want it.