AllFreeNovel
Share Us
What was the matter with me not thinking about that?
Zeke handed me the foil. “Put it on me.”
I nodded, even though that wasn’t really a question. I tore open the foil. “Roll onto your back?”
He smirked at me. “Sure. If that’s how you want it.”
I actually didn’t. I just wasn’t sure I could get the condom on him any other way. I was awkward at best. Right then, I didn’t care. I slipped it on him, loving the way his muscles twitched as I touched him, and his cock lengthened even further in the process.
When I finished, I gave him my best sultry smile, which I had to hope didn’t look deranged. “I’d rather you were on top.”
Zeke pounced on me, fast. “Whatever you want, princess. That’s what I want, too.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m not a princess.”
“Yes, you are.” He kissed me again. “It’s amazing that you don’t know it.”
Zeke was gentle as he pushed inside of me. Inching in until I accommodated all of him. “You’re so tight. Fit me like a glove.”
I was having trouble finding words, so it was great that he didn’t need any. He kissed me as he moved in and out, each stroke came with him saying something wonderful. I almost couldn’t keep up with his adoration. I just knew they moved through me as smoothly as his cock did as it thrust in and out, eventually picking up speed until I was desperate for completion. The same feeling as before overtook me as I wasclose to coming. The need for him, the connection, the explosion that pleasure created right before it was all consuming.
I bucked beneath him, coming all at once with no warning. Mine must have triggered his because soon he followed me there, my name on his lips, his strong arms keeping him from collapsing on me as he did.
Those same arms held me while I shook through the aftermath. I hadn’t known it could be like that. I hadn’t the imagination to picture it.
When he kissed me, pulling out to get a towel to clean us both, I was still in a haze. Enough of one to curl up against him when it was offered and let him hold me for the few seconds it took for my mind to completely shut down to sleep. The deepest, darkest, happiest rest there ever was.
I woke up before he did once again. He slept with one arm draped over me, the other supporting my head on his arm. His eyes were closed as he faced me, once again silently asleep. There was hardly any light in the room, and I wasn’t sure what had woken me. His face wasn’t restful, and he made a sound in his throat that didn’t sound happy, more like a pleasureless groan.
The poor guy. He was having a bad dream, that’s what had roused me. As gently as I could, I ran my hand through his hair. I didn’t know how to comfort people from a bad dream. We really hadn’t had that in our lives, and it was better if we didn’t get sick in the middle of the night because rousing my father for help was like poking a starving bear. He was just as likely to holler than help.
But we’d helped each other, Hope, Bridget, and me.
Sometimes, we’d climbed in each other’s beds just to hold on when the nights were long. I did like to have my hair stroked, maybe he would, too.
He shifted slightly, his features evening out before his eyes opened to slits. “Hey, princess.” His voice was low. “Was I snoring?”
I shook my head. “No.” Better not to mention his nightmare if he didn’t remember it. That might be uncomfortable for him.
He kissed me. I hadn’t expected it, but I quickly kissed him back. In this early morning where we were both hardly awake, it was so sweet that he’d done that. He slipped his hands between us, finding my clit and rubbing it gently. I gasped against his mouth.
“Zeke.” I didn’t know exactly what I was asking for, but I wanted more. That much I knew. I pushed against his finger, asking him to do it harder. Unlike the night before, it didn’t seem like there was such a thing as too much right then.
I wasn’t sore; I was needy.
I reached between us and found his cock. He was hardening already, and I took him in my hand, giving it a strong hold so that I could stroke him while he did the same for me. We moaned against each other, our foreheads pressing together like they were magnets that couldn’t stay apart.
It would be easy to come right now, I just had to let go and it would happen. He pulled his finger away, and I made a sound of disappointment. It was pretty much a whine, to let him know how much I disliked that. Who needed words when I could make myself understood perfectly well without them?
He pushed my hand away and pressed his tip inside of me. I gasped. We were absolutely not shielded by a condom, and for just that second, we were skin to skin in the most intimate way possible.
“I just want to feel you for one second, Layla. Just one.” He pulled out fast, grabbing a condom from his drawer, this time sheathing himself in swift movements that were much betterthan what I’d done the night before. He pressed back inside of me.
I gasped at the fullness of him, closing my eyes to feel the weight of our bodies joined together. I squeezed him inside of me, letting my muscles welcome him, drawing him closer to where I wanted him to be.
He moaned. It was a great sound. I wanted him to crave this as much as I did. I wanted to be the source of his pleasure, the reason for him feeling all of the sparks that were happening between us.
We moved together, and soon he drew from me my own noises—gasps, moans, pleas to match his own. He swore, and I dug my fingers into his back. The bed squeaked and shifted. It was the most beautiful collection of sounds I’d ever heard.
