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I push her back, making her gasp. “Here, baby, let me help.”
I move her so she’s straddling one leg and begin bouncing it, and she throws her head back.
“Holy shit, that feels… “ Her gaze unerringly finds mine. “It feels incredible.”
I nod. “It’ll feel even better when you start rubbing that sweet little pussy against my leg.”
Her eyes widen, and she slowly begins doing what I said. This time, she finds the way faster until she rutting hard against my thigh.
“There’s my girl. Come all over me, baby.”
Her nipples are even harder, and I desperately want to bare her, but too much too soon. So, I pinch and twist them through the thin fabric of her sweater. This obviously ups her pleasure as she throws her head back on the longest moan.
“Fuck me, I’m gonna come.”
I lean closer, lips feathering over hers. “Do it now. Show me how beautiful you are when I make you come.”
Then I fuck my tongue into her mouth and eat up all her needy words as she shakes apart in my arms. When it eventually comes to an end, I pull her back into my body almost cradling her as I soothe her with my hands and words alike.
“So good, my little hummingbird. You were absolutely stunning, and I can’t wait to see it again.”
After a while she asks. “What about you?”
“Next time,” I promise. “All I want right now is to hold you.”
Nothing more is said until we grow drowsy, and I reluctantly push her into the passenger seat and buckle her in.
Drowsily, she asks, “What are you doing?”
I kiss her nose, her chin, her cheek before finally, her pouting mouth. “I’m taking you home, baby.”
She nods once before closing her eyes. Soon, the softest snore emits from her mouth, and I can’t help but smile the entire drive.
Chapter Nineteen
? Sakura ?
The next morning, I woke up in my bed with the biggest hangover. I quickly realize the reason I woke up is my blaring phone. I grab for it blindly, the sun too bright for my groggy gaze. I end up dropping the damn thing on the floor, and have to crawl down on the floor to get it. But the cool carpet feels nice on my hot cheek, and it’s blessedly darker down here.
“Hello?” I finally managed to answer the damn thing.
“Why is it every time I call my female friends, they’re hungover?”
It takes me a hot minute to recognize the southern molasses rolling through my brain.
“How do you know I’m hungover?” I croak.
He chuckles, and it reverberates inside my skull making it ache worse. “Well, it’s two in the afternoon, and you sound like you’ve been run over by a train.”
“Maybe I just got to bed late.”
“Uh huh, come over, and I’ll make you a greasy breakfast.”
I consider it for too long wondering if the thought of that makes me queasy or hungry. My stomach rumbling answers that.
“I heard that. See you in a few.” He promptly hangs up.
I take my time showering and dressing before I sneak downstairs. It’s a Tuesday, so my parents should be at work, but you never know. I thank my lucky stars when I get to the last step, and it’s blessedly silent. But I don’t test fate and hurry my ass out the door.
