Hell, there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for her, my heart feeling so full it was a wonder it still fit inside my chest.
I’d barely gotten under the covers when she let out a sigh. It was low and sexy, and sent a vibration right to my shaft. She did that a lot in her sleep, the little whimpers and moans making me offer more prayers to the Virgin Mary than I had in my entire lifetime.
Ignoring my hard-on, I circled my arms around her and shuffled in close. It was only when my hand rested on her hip that I realized what she was wearing. It was that pink slinky thing she’d worn the first day I’d come over. It was soft and clung to her every curve, advertising everything underneath that was just out of my grasp. I was convinced it had been spun in the pits of hell by the Devil, the demonic cloth torturing me some more as she moved against me.
Jesus. Christ
No, really, Jesus. Because praying to the other saints and angels hadn’t fucking helped, and I was doing my goddamn best. So, if someone upstairs wanted to throw me a lifeline, I’d sure appreciate it, because I was really close to losing all fucking sensation in my legs.
My hips rolled without permission, shaking my head as I tried to stop.
Too late, my dick pressed against her ass, letting me know I was on my own.
“Fuck’s sake,” I cursed under my breath, thanking whoever was listening that I still had my underwear on. It was probably the only thing stopping me from fucking the fabric like a deviant, the feel of it in my hands making my eyes water.
I needed to jerk off.
It was either that or dry hump her ass until I came in my boxer briefs, so jerking off was definitely the better plan.
Giving her hips one last squeeze, I rolled to my back so I could slide out of the bed without waking her. But the second I moved, she rolled over too, the barely-there straps falling off her shoulders and exposing one of her tits. She pressed it against me, her nipple hardening as it made contact with my skin.
Really?
I looked up at the ceiling and flipped it off, any hope of heavenly help being torched as her hand came to rest on my waistband. I couldn’t even think straight, trying to recite the batting order of the Yankees in an effort to get a handle on the situation.
“Mmmmmmm,” Presley breathed out, her eyes still closed as she tilted her head up and kissed my neck.
I wasn’t going to make it.
My skin itched, my hands flexing and releasing while my nerves jangled like a junkie desperate to score. And the second her lips moved to mine, I knew it was over.
Fuck. It.
If I was going to burn in hell, I might as well enjoy it.
My tongue slid into her mouth, a breathy moan vibrating up her throat as one of my hands landed on her ass. My fingers played with the fabric, pushing it up her back so I could touch her bare skin as she arched into me.
“Presley, please tell me you’re awake,” I begged, dancing on that blurred line of consent as I continued to kiss her, unable to stop.
“Yes,” she groaned into my mouth, moving farther onto my chest as her fingers threaded through my hair. “I’m awake and desperate for you, please tell me you want me too.”
Tell her I wanted her? I wasn’t sure I could remember my middle name, my ability to talk lost as she ground against my leg. So with words not being an option, I decided it was best to show her, hauling her on top of me and letting her ride my hard-on.
“Does that feel like I want you,” I panted against her mouth, bucking up from under her as her hips circled. “Or do you still need me to tell you?”
The strap from the other side had dropped, both of her perfect tits swaying as she moved. I leaned forward, those pretty pink peaks too fucking delicious not to taste as I sucked on one and then the other.
“Jared,” her pelvis pushed down, the thin fabric of her panties getting wet. “I want you. I want you so badly.”
And fuck medical advice. If my baby wanted me, then I wasn’t going to tell her no.
My fingers reached for her ass, yanking at her panties until I heard them tear. She yelped, my hand slapping her skin the minute it was bare, making her lift just enough so I could pull her destroyed panties all the way off.
Doubling down on the opportunity, I pushed my boxer briefs off my hips, letting my dick spring free. She didn’t waste time going back to what she wanted, lining herself up on my length and continuing her teasing glide.
Maybe we could just do that, I mean, technically it wasn’t sex, right? The gray area one I was happy to exploit as she made me feel fucking awesome while getting herself off.
Her hands pressed against my chest, holding herself upright as she worked us both over. It had been too long, everything feeling waaaaaaay too good as I focused on making sure she came before I did.
“I want to fuck you,” she breathed, her voice reed thin as she continued to move. “I want you deep inside of me when I come.”
So much for the gray fucking area.
“Okay.” I nodded like an idiot, agreeing to whatever she wanted regardless of the consequences. It couldn’t be helped, both of us too far gone to resist, slaves to our hormones like two savages.
I’d barely got my hand around my dick, ready to guide it in, when she sunk down, taking my whole length in one deep slide. It was intense, both of us groaning as we stopped moving, my heartbeat ringing in my ears. “No condom,” I gritted out, trying like hell to be responsible while my balls were telling me to shut the fuck up.
“Pill. I’m on it. Always take it. Please don’t stop.”
Her broken sentences were just as sexy as the rest of her, and she was doing a stellar job at pleading her case. Who needed a condom, we sure as hell didn’t, especially not when it felt that good.
“I won’t stop,” I promised, fairly sure I’d lost the capacity around five minutes ago. “I need to feel you come, Presley.”
It had only been a month, but it felt like a year, my mouth needing hers as we started to move.
With every one of my up thrusts, she pushed down, both of us finding a rhythm that was both hard and fast, getting me in deep.
It was a mess of tangled hands. Hers on me like she couldn’t get enough, and mine touching her everywhere, like I was discovering her for the first time. She was beautiful, every inch of her more perfect than I remembered, and I could barely believe she was mine.
So.
Goddamn.
Lucky.
“Ahhh,” she cried out, tensing as I pushed in. “I’m so close.”
She wasn’t the only one, not knowing how much longer I was going to last as my thumb dropped to her clit.
I’d barely touched her, the pad of my thumb slightly grazing her sensitive skin as she pulsed around my shaft. And that pretty much did me in, sending me over the edge and chasing her as I came too, exploding with a shout.
I said her name over and over again, feeling like my soul had left my body as my hands circled her waist. I was still moving, unable to stop until I teased the last shudder from her.
“Come here.” I pulled her down to me, kissing her hard as she pressed against my chest. “I know we broke the rules, but I can’t find the motivation to care. I love you.”
She laughed, and it was the most amazing noise I’d heard in a long time, warming me from the inside out. “Which rule are you worried about? Unprotected sex or just sex in general? Because I’d say we had multiple violations.”