He held her hips as he drove in and out of her. How had she never experienced this position before? It was amazing. She could feel him so deep. A whimper rose from inside her as she felt herself driving higher and higher toward that peak.
“You’re going to come now, girl.”
She shook her head. Not because she didn’t want to. She did. But she didn’t think she’d come without some stimulation on her clit.
“Yes.” He moved one hand to the back of her neck, rubbing that spot she hadn’t realized could feel so good before him. Then with his other hand, he reached around to flick her clit.
Oh. Oh. Ohhh.
“Come, girl.”
She screamed as she came, pulsing around his thick cock. He moved his hands back to her hips, holding her steady as he pounded inside her. Then he let out a grunt, filled with satisfaction as he drove deep, then came.
When he slid out, he moved to her side. She rolled onto her side, facing him.
She really wanted a cuddle. But she wasn’t sure if that was something he’d want.
This is only sex.
Wow. That made her feel so sad. She thought she could do it. Keep her feelings out of this.
More fool her, huh?
“Fuck, girl. I’m dead.”
“Am I meant to say sorry? Because I’m feeling that way myself.” Moving wasn’t an option right now. Even if she probably did need to tidy herself. And definitely fix up the bed, it was a mess.
But all of those thoughts left her mind as he placed his arm over her. His eyes were closed. He looked so tired. Poor guy. That earlier nap didn’t seem to have cut through his fatigue.
“I need to get up and leave,” he murmured.
“Sure you do. You can get up in a minute.” She ran her fingers through his hair. He looked so different like this.
Before, she’d just sat and watched him sleep, pretending to work on an outfit. Having him like this . . . well, it was as good as the sex.
Gradually, his breath evened out. He was likely going to be peeved that he’d fallen asleep again.
But she’d worry about that in the morning. She slid from the bed and got cleaned up before pulling the covers up.
He rolled over, facing away from her. “I don’t sleep with women. Ever.”
She froze. Okay. She didn’t know how she felt about that. Did he mean that he didn’t want her to get into bed with him?
But it was her bed!
Or did he mean she was special because he was sleeping with her? She liked that. Too much.
It won’t be that, silly girl.
And yeah, she knew he was mostly asleep and wasn’t really expecting her to say anything.
When he was definitely asleep, she settled back on her side of the bed.
Screw it. If he didn’t want to be in the bed with her, then he could get up and sleep on the couch.
But it did take her forever to fall asleep. She was just too aware of him lying beside her, and his soft breathing filled the room.
Maybe it was insane of her to have him sleeping in her apartment. She barely knew him. But she liked him.