“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I love everything you do. And you can have anything you want.”
That was what I liked to hear. I had loved being on top the last time and quickly found my rhythm as he reached up and played with my nipples.
Just as they grew super tender, he rose up, kissing them, his arms moving around me as I continued to ride him.
He moved us to the edge of his bed, where he began to bounce me, holding me under his thighs so he could thrust his hips. One hand snaked up to caress my breasts, which were bouncing so hard they were slapping together.
I hadn’t tried many positions and was curious about others when that one felt good. I moved back and spun around, sitting with my back to his front, and lowered myself nice and slowly onto his shaft.
It felt a lot different from this direction. It seemed to stretch me wider, his base becoming much thicker, or so it seemed.
I took my time, and Seth didn’t push. “Are you good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said as he leaned back a little. He finally moved forward again as I settled on his cock and reached around to put his fingers in my mouth.
It surprised me.
“Suck them,” he whispered. I did as he suggested and realized why when he moved his hand down to play with my clit. It felt amazing. “Oh, you feel good on my dick, baby.” His words were so naughty they brought on different stimulations, and soon, everything was a pleasure.
“You feel amazing inside me.” I continued to ride him, but all of a sudden, his legs tightened, and he rose up, keeping me impaled on his cock. He turned around and put me face down on the bed. I rested on my hands, and he thrust hard behind me, our flesh slapping together as he worked me over.
It was so intense, but I couldn’t stay on my hands for long. As my pleasure increased, they became spaghetti, and I collapsed to the mattress. “Don’t stop,” I said when he hesitated. “Please, don’t ever stop.”
Seth laughed, but it was sort of a half moan too. “You better hurry because I might not be able to hold back.” He was sincere with his word, and as soon as I found my release, he pulled back and shot his load across my back.
The warm jets poured across my silky flesh, like butter melting in a hot skillet.
“Fuck,” he said. “That was close. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but you were milking me so hard. It felt too good.”
He picked up his towel and wiped me up before he rested beside me.
“That was fun,” I said, rolling over to snuggle closer. “Are you sober yet?”
Seth gave me a big grin and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “I’ve never been more awake or alive.” He kissed my shoulder. “We can go again if you want?”
I chuckled. “Easy boy. Give a girl a chance to catch her breath.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
The only thing I was concerned about was him falling asleep before round two. His eyes were gorgeous but also bloodshot, and he had a wild look in his eyes that I knew was from liquid stimulation and not my own.
“At least we have your apartment to be alone in. We can’t do this kind of thing in mine.”
“Why not? It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Because I’m about to get a roommate.” I thought I’d mentioned it at the hospital, but he gave me a strange look as if he didn’t remember. It made me realize we’d missed so much. I’d missed so much with the coma as well.
Seth rolled over on his back. “As long as it’s not a guy, I’m good with that. Unless you want some dude with no dick and a permanent limp.” He palmed his fist.
I giggled. “It’s Abi. I asked her if she wanted to move in. She’s kicked out of her dorm anyway.” I had a few second thoughts about her, but it wasn’t like I could change my mind.
“I remember now. Clara was talking about that. You should just let her have it.” He rested his hand on my hip. “You could live here with me.”
The suggestion shocked me, but he couldn’t be serious. “Oh? Are we just going to shack up together? You make it sound like it that’s simple.”
“Why can’t it be?” He rose up and reached into the drawer. “I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of things being complicated. I know what I want. I want you and me to be together. We can even get a better place if you want.” He sat up beside me, and when I looked down, I noticed he had a little black box in his hand. “How about it?”
“What’s that?” I asked, feeling my heart thump. Was this a proposal? As much as I loved him, I wasn’t sure this was a good time. Or the right way to do it. I’d always pictured something much more romantic, but then, it was Seth, and none of that really mattered as long as he wanted me.
“I bought this the night we had the wreck. I thought I’d give it to you at the end of the night. I wanted to show you that there’s never going to be another girl for me.”
“You want to marry me?” I didn’t know if I was getting it right or not. What else could it mean? I suddenly felt as if we were going warp speed. It wasn’t a bad thing.
He chuckled. “Yeah, you say it like it’s so hard to imagine. But this is just a promise ring, so no pressure.”
“Oh, well, an engagement would be fine too,” I said. “Regardless, I’m never going to want anyone else either.”
“Good. So, you’ll wear it?” He opened the box and took it out.
The ring inside was simple but pretty, and there were two diamonds nestled together in the setting. “Yes, of course. It’s beautiful.” I offered him my finger, and he slipped it on. It was a perfect fit, but I didn’t bother asking him how he knew it would be.
“Thanks. I thought so too. I didn’t think you’d want anything too flashy, but it’s still feminine.”
“You know me. That’s for sure.”
“Well yes, and that’s what the saleslady told me.” His cheeks turned a darker shade. “So, you will really marry me someday?”
He had to be crazy to think I wouldn’t. “Yeah, probably sooner than you’d want if you asked me.”
“I will ask you. I promise.” He pulled me in close, making love to my mouth as our bodies melted together.
He pulled away, and before I could speak, he took my hand. “I want you to move in,” he said. “Let Abi take your apartment and be with me.”
“Really? Like right away?”
“Yeah, your parents let Clara move in with Dillon, and she’s not much older, and I’m his age. They got to know me some while you were in your coma.”
“Why didn’t I know that?” I said, laughing at the mental image.
“Because we’ve wasted all this time fighting. I’m surprised Clara didn’t tell you. I beat your mom at cards.”
“You beat Mom at cards? No one ever beats Mom.”
“No one ever beat me but Bryan. It’s the only thing I’m ever lucky at. And it didn’t matter the game. We played Canasta, Gin, and Spades. She even tried to beat me at Go Fish. No luck at all.”
I was sad I missed it. They would all share memories I’d never have, and for that, I was a bit jealous. “I hate that I slept through that. Seems like you fit in better with them than I do.”