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“Birth control. Mom didn’t want me repeating her history.” The reminder that we were both born to young parents should stop me cold, but it doesn’t. Not when I know our time is limited. I want to savor every second until the sand runs out.
“We shouldn’t,” I object even as I push slightly forward, seeking more of the slippery heat I feel. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
She holds her breath as I slide inside, wincing a bit when I’m fully seated. I hate that I'm causing her pain, but now that we're joined every doubt I had is erased. It's not just the physical pleasure that makes this feel right, it's knowing what Sawyer is willing to risk for me. For us. By all accounts this shouldn't be happening, and God knows we tried to stop it. The fact that we couldn't tells me our feelings outweigh the potential consequences. What could be more right than that?
“Good?” I rasp.
“Just stay like this for a minute,” she whispers. Her eyes are squeezed shut, though her breathing seems to have evened out. Meanwhile the pressure and heat of her body holding mine is so incredible, I could come from that alone.
“I’ll try,” I grit, running my tongue across my top teeth. “I never expected it to feel this good. Holy fuck.”
She giggles.
“Do that again and I won’t be able to hold still.”
“I’m good. You can move.”
I lock my jaw and start moving my hips, watching her closely to see if I’m hurting her. I see only pleasure as I move between her legs, and I get lost in my own. The sensation of moving together as one driving us higher and higher. Until it overtakes us, and we cling to each other, knowing everything will be different when we let go.
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I snuggle against the warm body next to me, trying to find the regret I should feel for giving into desire. It’s not there. All I can think about is how this could be the last time I wake up with Sawyer in my arms, at least for the foreseeable future, since I’m leaving for school in a matter of weeks, and our parents are due back later today.
“Morning.” She stirs.
“Morning.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”
“I feel good.” She wriggles closer, which brings her ass in contact with my obvious erection. “Uh, how do you feel?”
“Ignore that.” I kiss the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. “It’ll go away soon.”
“Why would I want it to go away?”
“I just mean I don’t expect this to happen again.” I plant another kiss on her shoulder.
She rolls to face me. “Are you saying you regret it?”
“No,” I say softly. “You know I don’t.”
“Me, either.”
Damn it feels good to hear her say that. I lean forward and kiss her softly, intending to leave it at that after caving to her last night. Then she threads her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss, and I forget all about keeping it simple.
“Why can’t I say no to you?” I slide my hand up her stomach to cup her breast.
“Because this feels right. You know it as much as I do.”
“Fuck,” I groan as her hand finds my shaft and begins to stroke. I trail my fingers down her stomach to the valley between her thighs, moving my fingers in a rhythm that matches the way she’s touching me.
It’s too much and not enough. Her small fingers feel incredible wrapped around me, and I want them to stay right where they are, teasing me. The moisture between her legs suggests she wants more, and I have a sudden urge to see her moving on top of me. I shift my weight to pull her onto my chest just as voices ring through the house.
“Yo, Wes. Where you at?”
“Shit. It’s Will.” I groan against her lips.
“No way he’s still sleeping.” Footsteps echo on the stairs.
“And Ryan.” I pull my hand from between her legs and lick my fingers, which turns her on if that flash of lust is any indication. Damn. The footsteps are getting closer. “You can’t make it back to your room. Quick, get under the bed.”
