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She grips the bottom of her sweater, pulling it over her head in one swift movement before tossing it on the ground beside her. I reach my arms for her waist, and she reads my mind. I catch her when she jumps, linking her legs around me. Her hands are in my hair, and I groan into her kiss. We haven’t done anything yet, we haven’t made it through the entryway, and I can already tell one time is not going to be enough with her. I can’t even decide what I want to do to her first.
I walk her straight through my living room, kicking my bedroom door open with my foot when we get to it. She breaks our kiss to glance behind her, loosening her grip on me just enough. I grab hold of her hips and toss her backward on my black comforter. She smiles playfully at me when she hits the bed, and it’s enough to make me want to fuck her right this second. But the way she came undone in the elevator, after assuring me that wasn’t common for her, all I want is to watch it happen again at my hands. And my mouth. If she thought what happened in the elevator felt good, she’s going to love what my tongue can do.
As soon as I straddle her, she sits up just enough to link her hands around my neck, pulling me to her. I keep myself far enough away from her, with one hand pressed into the bed, that I can run the other one up her stomach. She lets her hands fall to my chest, making quick work on the buttons of my shirt while keeping her lips locked with mine. When she gets to the last one, I lean back, pulling my shirt off and tossing it on the floor. She whines at the loss of contact, but I take the moment to stare at her instead of giving her what she wants. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” Her blonde curls are spread across my pillow, her black bralette cuts low in the front, hardly covering her nipples and her jean shorts… they need to come off immediately. She relaxes into the bed and smiles up at me, letting me appreciate her.
I watch her gaze rake over my abs slowly, but they shift to my fingers when she realizes I’m undoing the button of her shorts. Once I tug the zipper down, she lifts her hips enough to help me pull them off, revealing a black lace thong that perfectly matches her bra. Is that a thing girls do even when they don’t expect anyone to see them? Because there’s no way she was expecting us to hook up.
She reaches for the button on my jeans, and it refocuses my attention. I push her hands away, by grabbing both and moving them until they are pinned above her head. I catch the heat in her eyes as I kiss her, only once, before whispering against her lips, “You told me to do that again, I get to choose how.” Her breath catches at my words, chills instantly cover her body, and I attempt to stifle my grin at my affect on her. I release her hands so I can trail my fingers and mouth down her body. My lips meet the edge of the lace, my fingers hooking on it and tugging them off. When I kiss her inner thigh again, she squirms a little, and I glance up. Her eyes are wide, and she’s nervously biting into her lip. She has no reason to be nervous around me. There isn’t anything I want more than the girl under me. I reassure her with more light kisses against her silky skin, working my way slowly toward her center. When I sense her tension has melted away, I look up. This time I’m met with bedroom eyes, letting me know she’s ready.
I shift to the end of my bed before wrapping my arms around the backside of her legs and pushing them apart with my shoulders, burying my face between her thighs. I planned on teasing her, but I can’t help myself. I press my tongue flat against her center and glance up to gauge her reaction. If there was any more heat in her eyes, they’d be on fire. She’s biting into her lip as if she’s trying to keep herself quiet. “Don’t stay quiet on my account,” I say with my eyes locked on hers before I nip at her inner thigh. She relaxes into the bed on a heavy breath like she’s surrendered all control to me, and I want every bit of it.
On a mission to discover everything she likes, I start with small strokes, barely dipping inside her. Fuck, she’s already so wet for me. I unhook one arm from around her leg, so I can slide a finger inside her. I withdraw it slowly before sliding it back in at the same pace, matching the swipes of my tongue. Her fingers run through my hair, and she tugs at the strands. I gently suck when I find an overly sensitive spot, noted by a moan finally escaping her. God, that sound does something primal to me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I breathe against her wet skin before touching my tongue to her again. I can tell she’s close. Her hips press up in an attempt to get closer to me, and I give her exactly what she wants, my tongue diving back inside her as I pull my fingers out, digging them into her thigh, pushing her legs wider instead. She shakes as her orgasm rips through her. Her grip on my hair tightens, as if to keep me there, but the rest of her tries to squirm away from me, sensitive to my touch. I hold her still, flicking my tongue against her faster a few times before taking a slow drag that dips inside. I don’t pull away until I feel her body relax back into the mattress.
She murmurs something to herself that I can’t quite understand as my kisses make their way up her body. When I reach her lips, I kiss her softly, but it’s not enough. I bury my fingers in her hair, crashing my lips into hers again. The way I want this woman when I haven’t even had her yet is an unfamiliar feeling. I pull back to gauge how she’s feeling, brushing my thumb across her cheek.
“You tapped out yet?”
She’s still, like she doesn’t want to move away from where my thumb touches her skin, but after a moment she shakes her head, a grin taking over her face. “Not even close.”
With that, she slides out from under me before I realize what she’s doing and shoves on my shoulder until I’m on my back and under her. This girl doesn’t waste any time. She twists the button of my jeans and yanks both them and my briefs down in one pull, my dick springing to attention. Her eyes immediately take me in with a glimmer of appreciation before they turn stormy, as if she’s fighting between looking and touching. I kick my pants off the rest of the way as she decides.
She glances up at me, a question in her eyes, and I somehow know what she’s asking. I nod toward the drawer of my nightstand, and she crawls across my bed to it, reaching in and pulling a condom out. She’s back over to me, between my legs. Her face. Her mouth. Holy fuck. With no warning she wraps her lips around me, taking me in slowly. She pulls back just as slowly, her tongue dancing along my dick. Good lord, she could make me come right now. Thankfully, she has other plans. I hear the tear of the condom wrapper, and she pulls back, a wicked smile on her face, holding her gaze to mine as she rolls the condom on me. Fuck, that was hot. My teeth sink into my lip, and I reach for her hips and pull her toward me.
She hovers above me, using her hand to position me where she wants. She slides down until I fill her. It takes a lot more effort than I’d admit to keep my eyes from rolling back and coming way before I’m ready.
Pausing, she leans back enough to pull the lace–that’s barely holding in her breasts–over her head. Fuck. I reach for her, and she falls forward, my hands meeting her in the middle, her breasts landing perfectly in my palms.
I play with her, nipples pinched between my fingers, as she rides me, rocking me in and out of her slowly. So slowly. Too slowly. I need more, now. My hands abandon their places, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to me, keeping us more connected. She tries to pull back, but I overpower her. “You’re torturing me,” I growl, and she smiles into a kiss, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
She’s still straddling me just enough. My hand slides from her hip, around the back of her leg, until I’m close enough to finger her if my dick wasn’t inside her. I rub my fingers against her clit and her head falls next to mine on my pillow, a moan escaping her. I drive into her from the bottom, hard, and fast, a much less torturous pace than before. Her moans in my ear tell me she doesn’t mind. She was just being a tease.
I nudge my head against hers, hoping she’ll get the hint I want to kiss her. Fuck, do I want to kiss her. I’ve never cared either way about kissing during sex, but I want to be as connected to her as possible. She follows my unspoken command, her mouth meeting mine. I swipe my tongue to open her lips. She lets me in and deepens our kiss. She kisses me hard for at least a minute, rocking her hips perfectly in sync with mine.
Then she stops. I can feel her tighten around me. She slows our kissing then pulls back, resting her forehead against mine. It’s like she can’t focus on anything else but coming undone. The way she says “don’t stop” between pants is so fucking sexy it sends me over the edge, my own release pulsing through me as I continue to drive into her. I don’t stop until I’m finished, and I’m positive she is too.
She’s relaxed all the way into me now, her head back on the pillow and her hand holding the nape of my neck, her fingers gripped into my hair. She kisses the edge of my jaw a few times as her breathing slows, and I run my fingers up her back.
She pulls back, and I swear she’s about to slide off me and into some sort of cuddle. That’s something I don’t do, haven’t done since Emily. Instead, she gets off my bed and goes into the bathroom without saying a word. I hate how that makes me feel.
When she comes back out, her not so curly hair is tied back in a ponytail and she gives me a half smile as she picks her shorts off the floor. I’m already wearing my jeans. I could feel her walling herself off the second she slid off my bed. I may be a guy, but I’m not an idiot. I also know what happened was not just sex for either of us. I’m good at sex and reading women in bed. But that was a completely new level of being in tune with someone. I just have to figure out why she’s acting like she’s not on the same page.
“Come here.” I’m sitting on the end of my bed when she hesitantly obeys me. When she’s close enough, I pull her into me, between my legs. “You good?”
“Yup.”
“Lexy.”
“Troy.” She says my name with sass and tries to pull away, but I hold firm to her, waiting for her to realize I want a better answer. “I’m good, Troy. Don’t make this weird. It’s just sex.”
I’d be offended if I thought she was serious, but based on the war going on behind her eyes, I don’t believe her for a second.
“Okay, I’ll take you home.”
“Thanks.” She slips out of my grip and walks out to the living room.
I stand, grabbing a t-shirt out of my dresser drawer and pulling it over my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her turn slightly, as if she’s going to come back in here. She hesitates for a moment, but then starts toward the door as if she’s thought better about whatever she was going to do.
