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He withdraws and points at me. “Stay here.”
I roll over to my side again and watch as Peter cleans up quickly and pulls his pants on, hopping toward the door.
I make sure I’ve covered before he exits, and then I flop back onto the bed. A few minutes later, the door opens, and Peter enters again. “I told them you were packing. Everyone’s downstairs, playing a game.” He sits on the edge of the bed and strips off the pants again. “They let Noah pick the game.”
I lift the covers, quirking an eyebrow and showing Peter I’m still naked. “We can be quiet.”
He crawls toward me and then freezes. He sags, putting his head in both hands. “That was my only condom.”
His hands fall, and we both look at the trash bin.
Ew.
Damn it.
I sit up, bunching the duvet at my waist. “I was tested a few months ago. I haven’t slept with anyone since. And I’ve got one of those birth control implants.” I point at my underarm.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since I broke up with my ex last December. I got tested at my annual physical in March.” He moves his hand to mine and squeezes. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’ve never had sex without a condom. But I want to.”
Peter stretches up to kiss me. It’s soft and sweet, intimate in a new way. He tugs the duvet down and slips into the bed. His fingers glide down my body as I lie back. They slip through me, the lube still working its magic.
He positions himself and presses in. Without the condom, it’s more slick heat and soft skin, but most of all, it’s the way we look at each other. Trusting.
I return my legs to around his waist, and he drops to his elbows, smoothing my hair back from my face. He rocks, and I let out the tiniest whimper.
“Shh.” He kisses me, still moving inside me. “You feel so good, Kara.”
Our breath mingles, he shifts and pulls, and I can’t help the noises that escape me.
Peter shushes me again. His mouth moves to my ear. “I thought you said you could be quiet.”
“I’m trying,” I whisper, and then bite my lip.
I’m good at being quiet during solo time—hello, I live with my parents—but having Peter’s bare cock inside me and his warm body over mine is so much better.
When I make another noise, Peter stops, choking back his laughter. His voice drops. “Am I going to have to gag you?”
It’s a tease, the humor in his voice, but it still makes me clench around him.
He pulls back, looking me in the eye, serious now. “Would you like that?”
“I...I guess I never thought about it. I am wondering, though, what exactly you plan to gag me with.” I pat his sides as if looking for pockets, and he laughs.
This right here is intimacy in a way I’ve never experienced before—his cock inside me, us both bouncing slightly while we struggle to control our laughter, his barely-contained smile pressing into mine because how can wenotkiss right now?
But then the laughter fades, and we’re left staring into each other’s eyes. Peter moves a hand from my hair to palm my mouth, his thumb stroking my chin.
“Tap if you want me to stop,” he says.
My eyes roll back a little because having his weight press into me, my nostrils flaring out and my teeth pressing into my lips, is a whole other level of hot.
I’m not sure it’s muffling much but I like it. Peter thrusts, slow and steady, and I dig my heels into his ass to encourage him, but he won’t rush. He’s in control, and I’m not.
His brow wrinkles in concentration, his lips part in pleasure. The duvet slips down, and then he kicks it off as we overheat.
Peter’s palm shifts. The pressure against my mouth eases and his gaze drops down to my mouth. One finger twitches, and then his middle finger pulls back far enough to nudge at my lips. I open.
