I rocked on him, letting him guide me with his hands. He could lift me and press me down like I was weightless if he wanted, but he was letting me control the pace. I could see the desire in his eyes, and I reached down to plant his hands on my hips. Our foreheads, beading with sweat, pressed together as our eyes were drawn to each other.
“Come for me,” I moaned. “Please.”
He seemed to understand the permission I was giving him, and his fingers dug into my hips. Suddenly, he had control and was driving himself up into me. The moans were heavy and increasing in speed as he thrust over and over. My breasts bounced heavily in his face, and he buried himself between them as he tensed. Another earth-shattering climax took over as I let my head fall back and my eyes squeeze shut.
He exploded deep inside me, and the sensation of his hot, powerful cum sent me over the edge of my own intense orgasm. I shook violently, unable to control myself as he wrapped his arms around me and bucked as he emptied himself. Eventually he fell back, his cock still buried deep inside me, and scooted so his head rested on my pillow, me still on top of him.
“Stay with me?” I asked.
He nodded and kissed my head.
“Absolutely,” he said.
22
GERRY
I could get used to this.
That was the first thought through my head as I opened my eyes and realized where I was and what had happened. A smile crept across my face so wide and so deep that I thought I would wake Malia up with the sound of my lips stretching. This was quickly becoming my favorite thing in the world.
Waking up to her soft arm draped over my chest and her silky hair pooled over my arm, her head tucked into my shoulder, that was something I planned on enjoying as much of as I was capable of. I shifted a bit, and Malia purred in her sleep, curling up closer to me. My grin only grew wider.
Eventually, her eyes fluttered open, and our noses touched briefly. She looked down at the sheet pulled up over her breasts and then bit her bottom lip. It was like she too couldn’t believe where she was.
“Morning,” I said. “Sleep well?”
“Extremely,” she said. “You?”
“Best sleep I’ve had in a long time,” I said.
The sound of a door shutting upstairs was followed by footsteps down the stairs. Malia’s eyes went wide, and she looked momentarily scared. Then she pursed her lips and kissed me quickly before rolling to the side of the bed and standing. As the sheets fell off her, I admired her gorgeous, sexy back and nearly reached out to run my fingers down her spine before she got her crutch under her and hobbled to the dresser.
“Look, I don’t know how my sister is going to react,” she said. “I’ve never brought a guy home before. She might freak.”
“Okay,” I said.
“But I am an adult. So, she really shouldn’t say anything,” she said. “She said this place is my place while I live here, so if that’s true, I can have guests, right?”
“Right,” I agreed, amused as she made her way around the room, picking up various articles of clothing and then tossing them either at me or the hamper. Eventually, she made her way to her dresser and pulled out a tank top and some yoga pants.
“So, it won’t matter if you come out of the door with me at…” She peered at the clock. “Eight in the morning. Because I am an adult. Who can have a man stay overnight with me if I want.”
“Correct,” I agreed.
“She’s going to freak, isn’t she?” she asked, turning to me with one leg in the pants as she tried to maneuver her stump in.
“Well, I guess all we can do is go see,” I said. “It’ll be alright, I’m sure.”
Slowly, she nodded and looked at the door of her room. Then she straightened up, stuck out her chin, and adjusted the tank over her until it was in place. I slipped out of bed and got dressed as well, then joined her at the door. Malia took a deep breath and leaned in for a sweet kiss.
“If she freaks out,” she began.
“She won’t,” I said.
She nodded again, and we opened the door together. She went ahead of me, and when Dee saw me, her eyebrow cocked high, though she didn’t say anything. I ducked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of mugs, pouring the freshly brewed coffee, which I assumed was on a timer, in. Dee was the first person I put a mug in front of, and she didn’t seem like she was going to start anything at that point.
“Morning,” Malia said, doing an admirable job of pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary as she made her way around her sister to the kitchen.