Page 155 of Ex Somnis

I swallow, heart flipping again. “I want you so much. I couldn’t care less what’s on your birth certificate. Or mine.”

She kisses me again, but this time it’s sweet enough to ache. My hands roam, greedy now, burying into the soft curves of her waist, hips, and ass.

God, I love how she fills my hands.

How everything moves when I grip her, lush, warm, and so fucking real. I squeeze harder, pulling her closer, and my cock twitches back to life against her belly.

She feels it and pulls back enough to raise an eyebrow, lips curving. “You can go again?”

I grin. “Maybe it’s good I’m younger than the other guys.”

She swats my chest. “Nevan!”

I laugh softly and roll us so she’s on her back beneath me as I settle between her thighs. I brace on one elbow so I can look at her. My free hand slides down her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast, then lower, tracing the curve of her hip.

The laugh fades out of us slowly as I trace the same path again, unhurried this time, watching her breath catch under my palm and her eyes go soft. I lean down and kiss her with no rush behind it because I can.

When I pull back, my voice has dropped without my permission. “Can I fuck you, baby? I want to feel you around me so bad.”

She nods, a breathless “Yes” leaving her lips.

Her hands come up to cup my face, pulling me down into a deep kiss as I line myself up. I don’t push in right away. I rub my cock’s head along her now wet slit, teasing her clit with slow strokes until she’s rocking up against me, whimpering into my mouth.

“You want me?” I murmur against her lips, smiling.

“Yes.”

I finally push in slowly, letting her feel every inch. She’s so warm. So tight. Her walls clenching around me as I sink deeper. I have to stop halfway, breathing hard.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she gasps out, her eyes closed, fingers digging into my shoulders.

I turn my head, kissing along her forearm. “And you feel like heaven.”

Keeping her close, I wrap one arm around her lower back so I can thrust long, lazy strokes while we’re breathing each other’s air.

“I like this,” I whisper. “I like this so much.”

“I love you.”

Those three words have me moaning as I say, “I love you more.”

“Nevan.”

“Shh. Just hold on,” I say as I thrust deeper, covering her with my body. Then I brace myself on one elbow and look down between us. Her perfect tits bounce with every thrust, my cock sliding in and out of her. I groan as I bite down on the gold chain around my neck to keep from losing it at the vision before me.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

I keep praising her with soft, broken words between kisses, telling her how perfect she feels, how good she is, and how much I need her. Her nails drag down my lower back, and I shudder hard, goose bumps spreading everywhere.

“Fuck!” I reach between us and find her clit, but when I start to rub it, she grips my wrist, making me stop.

“Still sensitive, not so fast.”

“Show me, baby,” I rasp out. “Show me how you like it. I promise I’ll watch and learn.”

She does, fingers circling exactly how she needs while I keep pace, sliding in deep before pulling back and repeating.

I can’t look away. The sight of my cock disappearing into her, her citrus fingernails working her clit, her face flushed with pleasure are too much. Her moans get louder as her pussy starts clenching around me.