Her breath hitches, and she shudders beneath my touch. "Gabriel, I …" Her mouth falls open.
That’s it. Give me another one.
I need to see her shatter all over again.
I add another finger, stretching her further. She’s so fucking tight. Even after being freshly fucked her pussy grips my fingers like a vise.
My thumb circles her clit, and she cries out, her skin still sensitive.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I growl. ”Come for me again.”
Her head thrashes back and forth, and she makes these desperate, needy sounds that go straight to my dick.
“I …I …” Her mouth makes this littleOright before she shatters, and fuck, it’s a beautiful thing to behold.
Her head falls back, her eyes squeeze shut, and the sounds she makes—fuck.
When she finally comes down, I slip my hand free from her folds and pull her flush against me. Her arms wrap around my waist, face pressed tight to my bare chest.
We stay like that for a few minutes before I draw back and help her to her feet.
I pull my jeans back on while I wait for Cecilia to clean up in the bathroom and fight the urge to barge in there and join her.
When she comes back out, I scowl, not liking what I see.
“I uh … I should go.”
Absolutely not.
"You should stay," I insist, not liking the distance she's putting between us.
She shakes her head, arms crossed defensively over her chest. "No. This was a?—"
I close the distance between us, my tone firm. "If you say this was a mistake, we're going to have a problem. Nothing about what we just did—" I gesture to the counter, still gleaming with our combined juices. I’ll need to clean that up before my roommates come home. "—was a mistake."
Her cheeks flush, and she avoids my gaze.
I refuse to let her retreat. Cupping her jaw, I force her attention back to me. "Nothing about that," I growl, "was a mistake. Do you hear me?"
“That’s not—” She swallows hard and shakes her head. “I wasn’t going to call it a mistake.”
My shoulders relax. Good. Because it wasn’t one. “Then what’s wrong?” She’s acting cagey, already trying to put up walls between us.
Cecilia bites her lip and takes a step away. My hand falls back to my side. “We need to set boundaries,” she says. “Things are already complicated between us. We need to create guidelines for whatever this is going to be. We’re not … together, right? I’m not ready for that, and you said no strings.”
My jaw tightens. I don’t want there to be any boundaries between us, but I get what she’s saying. This is supposed to be casual, even though nothing about what I feel for this woman is casual in the least.
“Alright. Lay them on me.” If Cecilia needs to establish a few rules, so be it. I’ll agree to damn near anything if it means I can have her.
Relief flickers across her face. She expected me to be difficult about this, but see? I’m full of surprises today.
“I don’t think we should do sleepovers.”
That’s dumb. We should absolutely do sleepovers. Then I can fuck her morning, noon, and night, but it’s fine. I’ll work them in later. I can be patient.
Sort of.
