Page 32 of See Through

I slide inside her in one go, and I can barely contain myself. My cock is throbbing, and she feels even fucking better than I could have thought.

“So fucking tight.”

“I need you to move, Dean.”

“Please, just give me a second,” I whimper, unable to control any part of my body right now.

She grips me tighter, and I don’t know how, but I start thrusting, the feel of her overwhelming me. I start tracing her skin with my hand, the other one braced against my bed frame. I can barely breathe, but as soon as my hearing comes back, I hear her moaning underneath me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Dean, oh my—” She cuts herself off, her hands running all over my back.

“Baby, I’m not going to last long, but you come first, okay?” I’m practically begging to feel her come undone around me. I want to see her face. I want to memorize every sound, shutter, and moan as she realizes I’m the one making her feel like this. Me. The guy who used to be her best friend is now making her sing all these sweet noises.

“Touch me.” She grabs my hand and moves it to her clit, needing more friction as I fuck her. “Don’t stop, Dean. Don’t⁠—”

“I won’t, Aubrey. I won’t stop.” More fucking whimpering. God, this girl really has no idea what she does to me. “Please. I need you to⁠—”

“Dean!” she shouts as she tightens around me, and I can’t hold back any longer as I let go too. My vision dots as I chant her name over and over again, my voice incoherent for a second as my hearing slowly comes back too.

I knew she would do this to me—ruin me for anybody else. Hell, she already had the moment her face came into my view.

“Wow,” she says as I pant, a sly smile on my face as I look down at her. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“No, you’re not,” she giggles. She leans up, pressing a kiss to my lips as she pats my chest. “Come cuddle.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I agree, her body warm as I slide next to her, her heart racing like mine. “Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” she sighs. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

“That’s my line,” I joke, and she might say something else, but I don’t hear it, because as soon as she turns around and drags her nails over my head, I’m out like a light.

It smells like sex and rain the moment I wake up with my arms around Aubrey, and goddamn, if I don’t love it. I forgot I had opened the window before she got over here, but if I’m smelling rain, then it must have stormed last night.

I didn’t wake up if it did. That might be the first time since I was a child I’ve slept through the night while it stormed.

Aubrey Spencer really might be my miracle.

She stirs in my arms, stretching her entire body as she shuffles closer. I’m still naked, but she looks to have thrown one of my shirts on. I didn’t even feel her get up during the night. I must have really needed the sleep.

“Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning.” She smiles against my bicep. “I’m exhausted. Someone decided to snore all last night.”

“I do not snore.” I kiss her on the shoulder. “And I don’t know if you noticed, but we slept through a storm.”

“I noticed. I was awake in case you woke up, but you never did. Did you really not have any nightmares last night?”

I shake my head. “Last night was the first time I didn’t wake up screaming during a storm.” I don’t even know how my body knows when a thunderstorm is happening. Sure, sometimes I go to bed while the rain is hammering outside my window, but I’ve never understood waking up in the middle of one. It’s like my subconscious knows and then comes the memories.

Sometimes, I can still feel the rain and wind smacking against my face, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m right back in the middle of that storm. It’s terrifying; I wish I wasn’t so scared of something as simple as the weather.

“That’s good, Dean. That’s growth.”

“No. I think that’s because of you, Aubs. Falling asleep in your arms was exactly what the doctor ordered.”

“I bet,” she laughs again. “Can we make breakfast?”