He dips his eyes to my pussy before shedding his shirt, dropping his pants, and kicking his shoes off, smiling.
“You’ll get me in a lot of trouble,” he murmurs, amused, coming to me with pleasure in his eyes, his hardness pointing up.
“With your friends?”
“Yeah…”
Somehow, I doubt it.
He enters me smoothly while I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
He moves.
It’s like he’s home.
It’s like I’m home. Completely wrapped in his arms, his frame on top of mine, his hard-on rooted deep into my core.
His lips are next to my ear, his breath hot, rolling into my hair.
I feel him intimately, as if his heart beats inside my chest. As if his skin breathes into mine. As if the air drawn into his lungs also flows into mine.
“Are they there already?” I ask.
“They probably are.”
His voice vibrates against my ear, a raspy tone with sensual inflections.
“Do they know we are here?” I ask.
His answer is curt.
“Yes.”
“Then they must know what’s going on.”
“Maybe…”
A grin lines his voice.
He pushes up a little and looks at me. Propped on his elbow, he moves on top of mine, his hand splayed over my neck.
My hands slide to his torso and then back to his butt. I tilt my hips up while he moves.
He looks down.
We both do.
And for a few moments, we watch him moving into me.
The second I feel the heat swirling and my pleasure soaring, I cup his face and demand his kiss.
He lowers himself again and crashes into me. And the harder we kiss, the hotter we get. And the hotter we get, the deeper we slip and end up doing what we, maybe, were never supposed to do. Toss some emotions into the mix.
We’re not trying to hide it. We are not. We’re just not giving it a name. We’ve banned the words and accepted the feelings.
A tacit understanding since we’ve never admitted it.
And this is subject to change, and it will change. I have no doubt about it, but for now, things work, and instead of obsessing over how volatile this story is, we simply enjoy it.