He keeps us at this angle until I start to come, clenching around him.
“That’s my girl.” He must feel me shaking, and he holds in place for a second.
I’mstillshaking when there’s a knock on the door a beat later.
I can’t even speak in the moment, but thankfully Rawley covers for me. “Yeah?”
“Are you guys in there? The fireworks are about to go off.” I think it’s Amari.
Rawley looks at me with a trace of disbelief on his face. In the meantime, he’s still hard, and inside me.
“I think we’re good,” I clip out.
“Okay, have fun,” she says, and I hear the sound of giggles on the other side of the door.
Great.
At least I’m finally recovered enough to talk. “It’s your turn. I don’t want you to be suffering.”
“I’m not suffering. Yet. I’m moving us though.”
He picks me up and lays me down on my bed, his dick sliding out of me along the way. I whimper from that loss, which he ignores, instead stuffing some pillows under my hips once I’m on the bed.
Sitting next to me, he reaches over and rubs my clit with his thumb. With all the sex we’re having now, he has to know that my refractory period is speedy, but he checks anyway.
“Are you ready for me again, Avie? Or too much?”
I glance at his erect dick. “No, it’s good. I know you’re ready to explode, just come on.”
He leans down to kiss my lips quick, and then brings his body over me. Within a few seconds, he’s pushing inside me again.
As if that act is an “on” switch, the first crack of fireworks goes off in the sky.
We make eye contact, and as intense as our other sensations are currently, there’s a snap of recognition of how ridiculous that timing was.
“You totally paid someone to do that, didn’t you?” I tease.
He bursts into a laugh, steadying himself on the bed so he stays inside me. “Just the universe speaking again.”
“Tell the universe that your dick needs attention and to stop interrupting.”
He swipes my clit again with my thumb. “I’ll pass that along.”
The fireworks donotstop; if anything, they become more consistent.
But he grips my hips and ignores everything other than me.
34
AVERY
Waking up with Rawley in my bed for the first time inspires unexpected emotions.
When I’ve slept in his, the temporary nature of our situation has felt intact. But when I wake up with him hugging one of my pillows, arm thrown over me, the whole situation feels morereal.
It doesn’t necessarily make sense since this isn’t my permanent bed. Just my crash pad at Sarah’s.
It’s still mine though.
