“Mmmh,” she mumbled, nuzzling against my chest. Just as she edged to go lower, I gripped her hand, jolting her awake. Fuck. Shewasasleep. My lips pursed together, wishing that she had been awake and fully knew what she was doing, because fuck, did I want to see just how far those fingers were about to creep.
“You’re handsy when you sleep,” I added teasingly.
Quickly, she yanked her hand back, fully coming to. I let mine rest on her ass, as it had been the whole time.
“Err. Sorry,” she shyly whispered.
“No need.” I grinned, watching her face in the soft moonlight. Even now, I could see she was embarrassed by her roaming fingertips. “Besides, I’d have liked to see exactly where those fingers were headed.”
She went to swat at me, but I caught her hand and tugged her enough that she rolled over, lying on half of me. She breathed out heavily. There was a long pause neither of usattempted to fill. Through the small amount of moonlight entering the window, olive eyes glinted in the light, and I could see the small freckles across the band of her nose. She was stunning.
My eyes fell to her lips. Pink, pouty, and perfect. One kiss. One taste. That was all I needed from her to settle the fire inside me. My resolve was on its last legs. Her breathing got heavier as I pulled her slightly closer. She didn’t protest. My cock grew against the inside of her thigh. She moaned and edged closer to me, shifting her legs wider. My hand gripped her ass tighter, while her hand that was braced against my chest, tightened. Her nails slightly digging into my skin.
Our chests heaved, the tension between us was palpable, an electric pulse like the one throbbing in my cock. It stirred at the contact she made when she shifted slightly, rubbing against me. My eyes locked on hers. She shifted again, my cock now at her entrance as she was on top of me. I didn’t want this to stop. Not like last time. The fear of rejection entered my mind.
“April,” I breathed out, huskier than normal as I was losing my battle to not thrust into her.
“Josh,” she whispered back, our lips creeping toward each other with each syllable of my name. We locked eyes, as if we were searching for permission we couldn’t find the words to ask.
“Fuck it.” My words muffled as my lips crashed into hers. It was hot and needy. I pulled her deeper into me. Our bodies melding together. Our kisses more frantic and headier. She shifted completely on me, grinding against my dick.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her mouth.
“Yes,” she said, as if I had asked a question. Without hesitating, I tore her shirt off over her head, making her giggle. And then flipped her on her back, yanking her pants off, tossing them on the floor. I gripped onto her waist, sliding her towards me, and silencing her with a kiss. She gave inimmediately, her fingernails digging into my skin. My hands easily wandered to her heavy breasts and I rolled her hardened nipples between my fingers. She arched in response. I left a trail of kisses down her neck, then sucked on her tit and let my other hand wander between her thighs.
“Spread, I need room to work.” She obliged. “Good girl,” I groaned, slipping my fingers inside her drenched pussy.
She whimpered and bucked towards me when my thumb pushed down on her swollen clit. My cock was throbbing, needing some relief. I pumped it a few times before I dropped to my knees, lifting her leg over my shoulder. She pushed her hair away from her face and watched me as I stuck my face between her legs, my tongue swiping between the folds.
“Mhmm,” she moaned, as her fingers wound through the short strands of my hair. Pushing me where she wanted me to go. Her breaths were ragged and her moans were getting louder. “Better be quiet, sweetlips.”
“Sweetlips?”
“’Cause you fucking taste so good.” I grinned before I dove back in, making her clutch the sheets and grit her teeth together. It only took a few more swipes and her legs were quaking. Her orgasm hit her hard as she came all over my face. Fuck, it was hot. I gave her a minute to recoup some energy.
I slid up her body, kissing her so she could taste herself. “I want to fuck you.”
Her eyes lit up. “Thank God. Because I want you to fuck me.”
This fucking girl. Edging off the bed, I reached for a condom from the side of my duffel bag.
“You brought condoms?”
“Yeah. Because I fucking wanted this to happen, but I didn’t think it would,” I said matter-of-factly.
Her lips pushed firmly together, as if hiding a bashful smile. “Me too.”
I opened her legs wide, lining my shaft up with her pooling center, and thrust it in. Her head dropped back to the pillow. I withdrew, then did it again. Gripping her legs and pulling them up around me. Sweat rolled down me, the once cool bunkie was now a furnace.
One.
Two.
Three.
Thrusts.
“Fuck,” she moaned, loudly.
