A thin curl of smoke rising
Penny
The first thing I feel is Evan’s palm drifting beneath the hem of my sleep-rumpled T-shirt, his knuckles slow against the soft skin where my hip meets my thigh.
We’re spooned so tight I can feel the lazy thump of his heartbeat against my spine, the thick length of him pressing against me, and when he noses into my hair, his breath is warm and possessive.
“God, you’re so soft here,” he rumbles, slipping his fingers lower, stroking me. “And so wet for me, even before I’ve said good morning.”
A shaky laugh slips out. “This feels like a pretty decent wake-up.”
He nuzzles the curve where my neck meets my shoulder with an open-mouthed press. I answer with a hum that vibrates through both of us, and my arm reaches back to thread my fingers through the short hair at his nape.
I can feel the shape of his smile against my skin, that sleepy grin of his that undoes me. He grazes my earlobe with his teeth, while his fingers hook into my panties and peel them down my legs. I respond in kind by reaching backward and grasping his hard cock, finding his boxers already gone.
We shift slowly, until his thighs brace behind mine and he fits himself against me, and I feel the tip of his cock nudging at my pussy.
He stills there for a second, breathing hard against my neck, and I know what he’s asking without him saying it. We had the conversation a couple weeks ago, while fully clothed and clear-headed, because that’s how Evan cares for people—with both hands and all the facts.
“Still green?” he asks. “Should I grab a—”
“No,” I whisper, pushing back into him. “All green.”
He licks a slow stripe up the back of my neck in response, and I arch into him, guiding him with a roll of my hips. His hand slides under my thigh, hitching my leg higher so he can push in deep, hips flush to my ass.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs against my ear.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” I breathe, and I feel the smile that curves against my neck.
“Yeah?” His hips drag, slow and deep, and his hand finds my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple until it peaks hard and I moan his name.
“Oh, you like that, baby?” He rolls the bud harder between his finger and thumb. “Fuck, I love how fast you give it to me.”
A helpless sound slips out of me as he pinches lightly, the sting chased immediately by the roll of his hips.
“Evan—”
“Mm?” Another deliberately gentle thrust. “Need something?”
“You know I do.”
“Tell me, then.” Another teasing pinch. “Tell me how good my cock makes you feel.”
His hand trails lower again, fingers slipping between my thighs to find where we’re joined, and the slick glide of his fingertips over my clit makes my breath catch sharply. My hips rock back instinctively, chasing the friction.
“It’s—fuck—it’s perfect,” I gasp out. “You’re so deep, I can feel you everywhere.”
He swears under his breath and thrusts harder, enough to push me into the mattress.
“Yeah?” His grip tightens on my thigh, holding me open for him. “You gonna let me stay right here and fuck my good morning into you?”
The circles on my pussy sharpen suddenly, and I jolt as the pleasure coils tight, wet sounds filling the quiet room. A groan breaks past my lips as he speeds up, adding a slap to my clit that makes my thighs tremble.
“Evan—please—”
“Please, what?”
“Harder.” I’m already shaking. “Fuck me harder.”
