He snickered. “You're amazing to wake up to.”
He kissed me, and I didn’t even mind his morning breath. The sun shone through my window and my heart felt fuller than it had in, well, what seemed like forever. I wrapped my arms around him and let him slide between my legs. My hips ached in all the right ways and my body felt as if it had been run over by an eighteen-wheeler.
And yet I let him slide into me.
I gasped. “We have to be quiet.”
He kissed my nose. “I know.”
“Clint, I don’t know if—oh.”
And when he captured my lips, he swallowed my sounds.
Slowly, deftly, he rolled against me, pulling us both out of our hazy stupors. He swallowed my moans and I held on to his groans. My hands slid down his back as his skin prickled underneath my touch. I’d never get used to waking up to him like this. It would always be a treat. Feeling him fill me would always be a surprise encounter I hoped would never end.
He moved so easily my bed didn’t even rock. He ground his tightly-wound curls against my body, shivering me to ecstatic heights. I kissed him, sucking on his lower lip. I relished how he felt first thing in the morning. I wanted to always experience this. Him. Inside me. Slowly waking us both up.
Whatever I had to do in my future to get that, I would.
Because Clint was my future.
We climbed up the precipice before throwing ourselves over the edge. And as he collapsed against me, I felt him filling me. Time and time again. His body quivered as I clung to him. I locked my legs around him, refusing to let him move. He growled against the crook of my neck, kissing and nibbling my collarbone. And once our bodies stopped shaking, I sighed with relief.
“We really do have to go to school, Clint.”
He groaned. “You really know how to ruin a moment.”
I giggled, kissing the side of his face. “Come on. Up, up, up.”
“I don’t want to go to school.”
“You sound like a toddler. Get up and let's go.”
“You’re so mean, stupidhead.”
His pouting voice made me laugh out loud.
“Come on, now. Don’t make me scold you like a child.”
He harrumphed like a toddler and I fell apart in laughter.
“Quit being the lazy son of a bitch you’ve turned into and get your ass to school.”
He scoffed. “Wow, Mom. So harsh.”
I smiled. “I know. But sometimes, you test me.”
He cupped my cheeks and captured my lips. He rolled me on top of him and it took all I had to wiggle away from his grasp. I knew if he kept distracting me, touching me, and sliding between my legs, I’d stay there. All day. Enjoying him and feeling him as our bodies writhed together.
And we really needed to get to school.
I stood up. “Come on. School will help us get our minds off things.”
He grinned. “You take my mind off things.”
“It’s not working, Clint. I’m not coming back to bed.”
“Oh, really? Not if I… do this?”