Chapter Sixteen

MY CONFIDANT

 

I AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING to soft caresses as Weston’s fingers gently traced up and down my spine. The previous night came flooding back when I tried to scoot closer and received a small twinge in my abdomen.

Jesus, his large cock could pound hard and deep, but it seemed that sometimes there was a flip side the next morning.

“How do you feel, baby girl?” his low, sleepy voice asked.

My head tilted up, and I stared into his lapis blue eyes as his fingers ghosted over my cheek.

“No worse for wear,” I reassured him.

After Weston’s dominant display, I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he placed soft loving kisses and touches all over me. I awoke a few hours later, still in his arms; he hadn’t moved.

He’d been nothing but gentle with me last night after our tryst on the kitchen table, a trait that continued into the morning. I think he was trying to make up for going overboard like he did. Assuaging his fears and insecurities helped, and calmed his obsessive need to