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She pulled back the blankets to invite me into the bed. This was a bad idea.
I did it anyway. Because I was a fucking idiot. When I sat on the bed beside her, she leaned her head on my shoulder and handed me the remote. “I just started watching Schitt’s Creek,” I said. “How do you feel about fish out of water stories?”
“I’m open to anything that isn’t going to make me cry.”
“That’s a tall fucking order.” The joke slipped out before I realized what I was saying, but she chuckled.
We made it through one episode before her hands started wandering. “Cee,” I warned, grabbing her hand from my thigh. She let out a heavy sigh but stopped her attempt to grope me.
Luckily, about halfway through the next episode, she dropped off to sleep. I tried to slide out of the bed undetected, but she mumbled, “No, stay.” So I resigned myself to sleeping next to her, at least for a little while.
It was hours later when I woke to her roaming hands. Her touch infiltrated my dream, and it wasn’t until she grabbed my stiff cock I woke up and realized I wasn’t actually dreaming. “Cee, what are you doing?” I said, my voice rough with sleep.
“I need this, Serge. Please.” She grabbed my hand and held it to her breast. Instinctively, I ran my thumb over her hard nipple. She let out a moan, and the sound went straight to my dick.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked as she worked her way into my pants.
“Fuck me. I need to feel something that isn’t depressing,” she pleaded. Still half asleep with her hand on my dick, I did what any man would’ve done.
I gave in.
I pulled her shirt over her head and licked along her collarbone. She whimpered in response, tugging at my jeans. “Take off your pants,” I ordered as I wriggled out of mine. My libido was in full control of this situation. My fingers found her pussy, and I slid two inside. “Aw, fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
She arched her back. “Fuck yes,” she hissed, bucking against my hand. “Yes, that feels so good.” Her muscles clenched around my fingers hard as she got wetter. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you. Just lay back.” I kept fucking her with my fingers, taking her higher and higher until she was shuddering around them. As she lay there panting, I slid down and brought my face to her center and licked from her slit to her clit.
“Oh God.” She clutched the sheets in her hands and bucked against my mouth. Her thighs clamped around my head.
“Let me taste you,” I pushed one of her thighs back. I continued my assault with my tongue until she came undone again.
I had every intention of leaving it at that. I was going to take my aching cock into the bathroom and fuck it with my hand. This was about her. I sat back on my heels and took in the look on her beautiful face. For the first time in at least a month, Cee looked at peace.
I ran my hand down her thigh, feeling her smooth skin. I needed to take care of this raging hard on. Before I could get off the bed, Cee looked up at me and demanded, “I said fuck me, Sergio, and I meant it.”
I will admit it, I was absolutely thinking with my dick. Leaning over the bed, I grabbed a condom from my wallet, rolling it on without losing another minute. I lined myself up with her entrance and slid inside.
Her pussy clamped around me as I held still inside her. “Jesus, you feel good.”
“Hard and fast,” she demanded, and I had no problems with that. I slammed into her, pinning her shoulder to the bed. Her nails dug into my back as she continued to mumble, “Don’t stop.”
I pulled one of her legs up onto my chest to change the angle, hitting deeper inside her. I was close, and I needed her to be too. “It’s time to come again,” I growled into her ear. I rubbed my thumb on her clit and when I felt her pussy flutter against my cock, I slammed into her hard, over and over, until I was coming with her.
I rolled off of her, our bodies covered in sweat, and used my phone to see what time it was. Three a.m.. There’s a Matchbox Twenty song to that name. I stared at the ceiling until I could breathe normally again. I slid off the bed, certain she was done with me at this point, but needing to take care of the condom, anyway. “Don’t go.”
“Condom. I’ll be right back.”
She mumbled something. I made my way to the bathroom to clean up and on my way back to the bedroom, I grabbed two glasses of water.
I handed her the water, and she sat up to drink it. “Thanks,” she said softly. “Stay?”
“Are you sure?” I figured she wanted me out now that she had gotten what she was after.
“Stop asking me that. I promise not to grope you anymore tonight. Just don’t go.” I crawled back into the bed and settled in for the rest of the night. She cuddled up to me and fell asleep in seconds.
I, on the other hand, stared at the ceiling, contemplating how much I’d just fucked up.
Thirty-Six
