“Well, I got it this far, but with the position I’m in and this thing,” she waved her broken arm around. “I’m going to need a hand now.”
Shifting over her until I was balanced on one fist next to her head, I growled out, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I meant every word of it, too.
Never in my wildest dreams—and trust me, I’d had a lot of those since she’d come back into my life—had I expected what I was looking at now.
Sasha’s eyelids dropped to half-mast as she stared back up at me. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
Out of patience, I took the hem from her and maneuvered her good arm out of it first, pulled it over her head while thanking every God available for the stretchy material, and then tugged it carefully over her cast. It had the same fate as her shorts as I tossed it over my shoulder, relieved that nothing was blocking her from my view.
Running a hand from her neck down her body until I got to her pussy, I rasped, “Fucking perfection,” as I slowly pushed my finger back inside her, groaning at the wetness waiting for me.
I knew from how tight she was that I needed to make her come at least once before I got inside her or I’d hurt her, so I added another finger on the next plunge, watching as her back bowed off the bed.
Bringing my thumb into the mix, I circled her clit in time with what my fingers were doing, grinning when she ground down into my hand, and a scream burst out of her as she spasmed around them.
Before she could get her bearings, I leaned over and pulled out a condom with my free hand. She didn’t miss the movement, even if her brain was mush.
“I found these after my family left,” I admitted, holding it in the air as I gently withdrew my fingers from her. “I didn’t think I’d be using them so soon, but I’m fucking grateful for their brains right now.”
Her eyes widened as the realization sank in. “We’re using a rubber your family provided?”
When she put it like that…
“It was likely Marcus,” I pointed out, hoping that made it better. It did for me!
Two brains, same thought, apparently, because she blew out a breath. “Okay, that makes it less creepy.”
“You still want to do this?” It’d kill me if she said no, but I’d understand it all the same.
Maybe I could go out and get new ones without dying?
“Does C-3PO stand for Cyborg 3 Protocol?”
Blinking, I tried to make sense of it. “What?”
“Nothing,” she blushed, clearing her throat. “Yes, I still want to do this.”
Squinting at her, I slowly pushed my shorts down and got them off my legs with a modicum of style instead of looking like an ass. For the first time in my life, I wanted this to go smoothly. And that included not having to kick my legs around or risk falling on her as I got undressed. Well, at least not without the condom on first.
Her eyes were stuck on my cock as I rolled the latex down it until it was in place.
Returning to my position over her, with my weight braced on a fist planted next to her head on the bed, I grabbed hold of my length and notched it at her entrance.
“Just so you know, once we’re done tonight and we’ve had some sleep, we’re going to discuss your Star Wars reference.”
Before she could say anything, I started to push inside her, stopping to withdraw, before pushing in again.
With only the first three inches inside her, I stopped and began thinking of anything I could to stop me from blowing too soon. It was impossible, though.
“Maybe I’m being hasty,” I admitted. “It might take me a couple of days to get my brain working on anything that doesn’t involve being inside you.”
Chuckling—which was hell because her muscles clamped down around me—she used her leg to pull me closer to her.
“Sadly for you, you can’t do your schoolwork from home.”
Dropping my head and groaning quietly, I felt an irrational irritation at the thought of even going to classes right now.
“I’ll tell them I broke my back. That’ll buy us some time.”
Unfortunately, this made her laugh again, adding to the hell I was in until I could feel sweat building on my skin. “You need to stop laughing.”
The begging plea that burst out of me worked because she stopped laughing. But then she asked, “Why?”
“Because I’m trying to go slowly so I don’t hurt you, and every time you do it, your pussy makes me want to slam inside you all at once.”
With Sasha watching me closely now, I mustered all of the control I could and withdrew before pressing back inside her, repeating the move until I had my whole length encased by her silky, slick, tight tunnel.