My sex clenched as he slid in behind me again, knees behind mine, but with his cock pressing between my thighs.
“This way, I can make sure you stay quiet,” he told me, his hand sliding to my chin, his thumb teasing over my lips as his cock pressed against me. Then, with one long stroke, he slid deep inside me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he hissed in my ear, making my walls tighten around him, dragging a groan from him.
His hand slid to my throat, resting there lightly as he started to move, his thrusts slow and careful, both of us painfully aware of the creaking bed frame.
Sensations built—not just in my body, but buried in my heart as well. Each movement, each hiss of his breath in my ear, only seemed to make it intensify.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said, his teeth gently nipping my ear. “I couldn’t think about anything but being inside you again.”
A soft whimper escaped me.
“Yeah, love how you sound when my cock’s inside you.”
His free hand slipped under me and between my thighs, working my clit as he kept rocking.
“There you go,” he said as I tightened around him.
My whimpers grew louder as I got closer to the edge.
His hand moved from my throat, pressing over my mouth.
“It’s okay. Cry as loud as you need to.”
Like I could help it.
Even with his palm covering my mouth, the sounds grew until, with a muffled cry, I shattered apart.
He pressed in deep, body tensing, groaning out my name as he came.
His hand slid from my mouth, settling on my chest instead, resting right over my heart. A place where he seemed to start to occupy.
He pulled away for only a moment, pulling his pants back into place, then sliding mine into place as well before coming back to me, pulling me onto his chest.
“I can’t fall asleep here,” he said, but he was already sounding half-asleep.
I knew I should probably insist he go back to the couch too. But it felt too good to be on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his breath, and having his arms around me.
So I didn’t fight it.
And I let myself drift off.
Only to have us both shock awake sometime later when Charlotte’s voice rang through the apartment.
“Uncle Chris?”
She sounded high-pitched, a little frantic.
I rolled off him as he shot off the bed and made his way to the door.
“Charlotte?” he called softly as he moved out of my door.
“Why are you in Alara’s room?”
“I was just checking on her.” The lie was impressively genuine. “What are you doing up?”
“I don’t feel good.”
