30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”
"Matthew, if you want to keep that hand, you will remove it from my ass immediately."
He laughed, his breath warm on her neck, and his fingers slid down the curve of her ass toward her cunt. "Where should I put it then?"
Elektra grumbled even as she spread her legs to give him better access. "I'm sure you can think of something."
Matthew pressed soft kisses to her shoulders as he teased her toward orgasm, those brutal hands playing her like an instrument. She came with his name on her lips and his mouth on her neck, the scratch of his morning stubble a delicious counterpoint to the gentleness of his kiss.
Sated, Elektra turned over onto her stomach, throwing one leg over Matthew's thighs and an arm across his chest. "Now let me sleep," she murmured.
He nudged her hand toward his erection, pouting. "What about me?"
"Matthew, it's 8:30, I have a hangover, and you're annoying me." He whined when she squeezed his cock and started jerking him lazily. "You owe me pie for this," she murmured, grinning at his whimper, "making me work this early in the morning."