“I don’t think you do.”
Gripping onto her back and rolling us until I’m leaning over her.
“How would I not?” she laughs.
“Because you don’t get to see the best view.”
“God, you’re cheesy.” She laughs loudly.
“Am I?” I chuckle to myself as I grab the condom out of the drawer. Ripping open the packet and rolling it overtop of me.
“Yeah.” She continues to smirk at me.
“Okay, how about this?” I ask, making her back arch off the bed as I press into her. “I was very close to coming undone, pun intended, just from watching you.”
She bites her bottom lip.
“Tasting you made it so much harder.”
Her eyes flame, as they trail down my face.
Sliding out of her before quickly filling her back up.
As I thrust inside her, her lips land on mine, pressing hard as her tongue slips into my mouth. I know she can taste herself.
As her mouth pulls away from me, she smirks, and she surprises me as her tongue presses against my chin, licking up towards my lips.
My eyes widen, knowing exactly what she’s doing, as she licks all her juices off my face. Pulling back, she smirks at me. Sendingme over the edge as I slam back inside her. Thrusting so hard, her head slides up the bed, hitting the headboard hard.
I can’t stop as I piston into her.
“Goddamn.” I groan out. “You know you drive me absolutely fucking crazy.” I tell her. “Everything about you. God, it’s like you were fucking made for me.”
Her eyes widen as she looks at me.
I realize what I’ve said and feel the internal panic.
Gripping my neck, she pulls me back down to her, the urgency of her kisses matching the urgency in my thrusts. Needing to fill every inch of her. Needing to be as close to her as possible.
In this moment, wanting everything from her.
And knowing she wants everything from me.
Even if neither of us ever wants to admit it.
She bites my lip hard as the mixture of our groans echoes off the surrounding walls.
Slowing our pace, I pull back, looking down at her and gently lean in, pressing another kiss to her, and feeling the smile tugging on her mouth.
Fuck, I’m in trouble…
12
The knocking on my door makes my heart flutter as I rush over to answer it.
Eli texted me he was getting off work and was on his way home to change before heading over about an hour ago. Just long enough for me to take a shower, put some makeup on, and dress in some comfortable, yet flattering clothes.
“You have a key.” I smirk at him. “You could have just let yourself in.”
