With a growl I push into her in one long thrust. She cries out and her eyes flutter closed. For a second I wonder if I hurt her—but then her leg tightens around me, and she arches her back, dragging me closer. Taking me deeper.
Damn. She’s so fucking tight, so fucking hot. I grunt as I grip her leg, slide my hand up to her ass and push inside her one last inch.
Oh, shit... She clamps around me, squeezing my length so tightly I can’t catch my breath. My hips jerk of their own volition. Need takes over me, and the world goes hazy as I draw out a ways, then slam back into her heat.
We both cry out. Sensation rips through me, raising goose bumps all over. It’s never been so good before. I do it again, pulling back, driving back inside, and oh hell, it keeps getting better.
My hips piston back and forth, faster and faster. I release her wrists, and her hands fall on my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. She’s panting hard, her mouth slack, her eyelids heavy. Water rolls down her cheeks like teardrops. She whispers my name.
And then she comes, rippling around me, squeezing me, moaning my name.
I barely manage to pull out before my balls contract, and my cock jerks. I let go of her, slam one hand on the wall for balance and grip my dick with the other. My mouth falls open as the pressure rises and rises until it crests, and I come so hard I see white. My cum sprays on her—again—and before the water washes it off it’s like rivers flowing between her breasts, dipping into her navel then spilling out, traveling down her body.
Crap, I’m more wiped out than I thought. I feel drunk. High. Can’t think straight.
“Bed,” I decide and tug on her hand. “Come on.”
She follows gamely, looking a little dazed herself, and lets me wrap her up in a towel and steer her toward my bedroom. Once there, I unwrap her again and pull her with me under the covers. I lie on my back and pull her to me until she rests her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her. She fits perfectly there, by my side.
The sky has begun to darken outside, and my eyes are heavy. A feeling of calm steals over me as her heart beats against my side. I inhale her scent of flowers. I think it’s her shampoo, and I bury my nose in her soft hair. I fall asleep before I know it, and this time I don’t dream.
***
This time, when I open my eyes, it’s morning. I can tell by the gray dawn breaking over the sky outside. I don’t know what woke me up, and for a long moment I’m content to just lie on my side, in my bed, and just stare out the window at the visible sliver of sky over the building across the street.
Peaceful. Warm through and through. I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so good, and unavoidably, that has alarm bells ringing in my head.
Yeah, that’s me. Ruining this unique moment of feel-good to find out why I’m not feeling like crap as usual. Pure genius.
Then something shifts against my back—a warm body, I realize with a shock—and a small hand, a woman’s hand, slides over my hip and settles there. I stare at it, waiting for my brain to catch up and for the pieces to fall into place.
And they do, echoing in the void of my mind.
Ev. In my shower. In my bed.
Holy shit.
All I know is she makes me feel good. Wanted. Cherished. I’ve never felt that way before, or at least I can’t remember feeling that way. I can barely remember my mom. Never met my dad. The few foster families I was placed with over the years didn’t care much for me.
I have a better family now. Zane and Rafe care. They worry for me and look out for me. But this... Why do I feel like this with her? Like I could stay here, with her, to the end of time?
I put my hand over hers a
nd tangle our fingers together. Her hand is small, and it fits perfectly in mine. She sighs, a warm puff of air on the back of my neck, and she slides ours entwined hands up over my ribs, settling on my chest.
“Hey,” I mutter. “Morning.”
“Hey...” Her voice is heavy with sleep, low and sexy.
In a flash I remember how she moaned my name in the shower as she came around my cock. I also remember she’s naked under my covers, and so am I. My dick finds this little fact very interesting, and it stiffens, rising up to hover against my stomach.
Then she gasps and sits up. “Morning? It’s morning? Crap, I need to go. I texted my parents last night, but I didn’t say where I was, and they’ll be frantic—”
I twist and wrestle her back down on the mattress, pressing her hands on either side of her. She squeals, and I grin widely, then lower myself over her, pressing my hard-on against her belly. She’s breathless now, her eyes wide, and she’s so cute I nuzzle her neck and lick her.
She yips, but then arches her neck to give me better access. I kiss and lick my way down the hollow between her collarbones and pull back just for one second to look at her breasts. Beautiful. Nipples taut, the color of butter candy. I lick them and nip at them, first the one, then the other, and they taste like candy, too. I flick my tongue over the hard bud again and again, until she moans and squirms, her hips lifting urgently underneath me.
My grin widens. I kiss a path down to her navel, and she shivers. I let go of her hands to stroke the silky skin of her thighs and move them further apart, so I can bury my face between them.