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I’m not 100 percent sure, because she was stoned off her ass last night, but I think Mina might be ready for us. She doesn’t like casual sex, so her suggesting we fuck has to mean she wants a relationship. I hope.
Or she was stoned, nothing’s changed, and I’m going to live out the rest of my miserable life in the friend zone.
As bad as I feel about Mina getting into my mother’s edibles, stoned Mina was undeniably cute. The way she went from intensely focused on my tattoo to throwing herself onto the couch, asking me to eat—
My dick pulses, and considering her inner thigh is directly on top of the not-at-all little guy, I need to think about something else or I’ll cream my shorts from the friction when she eventually slides her leg off me.
I’m not sure I’d be able to maintain my reputation anyway. Being inside Mina the first time would likely end me early. Two, maybe three thrusts in her tight—
Don’t go there.
Even if nothing more happens between us, last night was fun in the most unexpected ways, and I am going to cherish that. We watched Sponge Bob. Mina grumbled a bit, but I figured with her jellyfish fascination, she’d get over not watching more porn. I was right, as usual. She settled down next to me, giggling these little infectious giggles, and forgot all about trying to seduce me. Not sure when we fell asleep, but I’m glad to wake up with her.
I hold her and breathe in her intoxicating scent—jasmine, sandalwood, and honey. I want her in my lungs, on my skin. There’s no guarantee I’ll get another morning like this, so I’m going to savor every minute of it.
Mina yawns and stretches, but nestles back into me with a cute little noise. She doesn’t go back to sleep. Instead, her fingers trace lazy patterns over my shirt, her touch light. She might know I’m awake, but if I don’t say anything, maybe we can stay like this a little longer.
Her touch creeps downward slowly until she reaches my navel, circling it through my shirt. My still-hard dick throbs under her leg and maybe she feels that because her breath catches, her fingers pausing. I hold my breath until she starts moving again.
A heavy awareness settles between us now, in the knowledge we’re both awake, and this is intentional. Her fingertips trace my flesh right above the band of my boxer briefs, to my hip and back, her touch so light I break out in goose bumps. I’m hard enough to cut glass now. Maybe metal.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she says softly.
I mumble something, but Mina’s slowly dragging her leg off my dick and the ache she leaves in her wake is all-consuming. “How are you feeling?” I manage to ask when I can function again.
“Sober.” There’s a mischievous, teasing tone in her voice. I suck in a breath at the ticklish drag of her fingertips over my skin as they dip below my waistband. Every muscle in my body tightens in anticipation the lower she goes.
“Do you remember last night?” I ask.
She stops. Her fingers are so close, it takes all my self-control not to shift so I can nudge her hand with my dick.
Touch me.
Mina doesn’t hear my silent prayer. She slips her hand out of my shorts, but then she climbs on top of me and maybe she heard my prayer after all. Her knees bracket my hips, her hands are on either side of my neck, she lowers herself until her breasts press against my chest, and all I can think isyes, yes, yes.
She smiles at me, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “I remember asking you to go down on me. You said no.”
“Technically, I saidnot tonight, because you were stoned and I care about consent.”
“And I appreciate that.” Her brown eyes are dark and full of heat as she looks at me. “It’s morning now. I’m sober.”
It’s happening. Oh. My. God. It’s happening. Mina and me. Holy shit. I am not prepared. What do I do?
Confirm I’m not imagining this. Plus, after five years of pining for this woman, I need certainty too. “Are you all in?”
She bites her lip, but a smile escapes as she nods. “I’m jumping and you’d better catch me because I’m terrified.”
“I’ll always catch you.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “And you’ll be careful with me? Turns out I’m not indestructible.”
“Must be hard, living like the rest of us mere mortals.” She looks at me for a long moment and what I see in her eyes as they sweep over my face realigns my entire world. Warmth and a deep understanding, like I’m inside her as much as she’s inside me.
Mina leans down and finally,finally, kisses me.
Her lips are gentle and warm and she kisses me like I’m something cherished, something precious. It’s soft. Careful. The pent-up longing makes each press of our lips even sweeter and we kiss like we have all the time in the world to learn each other.
Her lips part, mine follow, and the hunger builds slowly. A nip here, a suck on a lower lip there, still slow but deeper. Needier.
I could kiss her forever and I don’t want to stop, but there are so many places I have yet to taste. I yank the blanket off and Mina cries out in alarm when I tumble her, rolling us. The couch is big, but it’s not the easiest place to maneuver. Still, I manage to get her underneath me, to press her into the cushions where I can slow everything back down with thorough kisses from her jaw to her neck. She moans and wraps her arms and legs around me, and this is where I belong. Well, as close as I can get with our clothes on. Speaking of, I get to work on the buttons of the shirt she’s wearing. My shirt. Hers now.
