26. Don’t Hold Back
26
Foster
The first thing I notice is the smell of orange blossoms. The second is a warm body pressed against me from chest to groin. And the third?
My hand is clamped around a soft, heavy breast.
Consciousness chases away the last dregs of sleep and I blink my eyes open. Memories of last night come back to me in a rush, and though I want to lie still and relish them, I have a problem. In addition to my wayward, unconscious groping, I’m also hard as fuck. And my cock is tucked between Hadley’s soft, warm thighs. I can feel her heat all around me, and if I move, even to pull away, she’s going to wake up.
And fuck if I want her to think I’ve been molesting her in her sleep. I haven’t. At least, not intentionally.
Okay, first things first, my hand. Her arm is over mine, trapping me against her. I straighten my fingers to release her breast and attempt to slide my arm free, but Hadley groans in her sleep and wiggles backward, snuggling even closer. My breath rushes out between my teeth as her hot center glides over my cock. And that dental floss she’s wearing as underwear is certainly no barrier between us.
Fuck. Even in her sleep, she’s wet for me.
I try again to pull my arm free, and Hadley’s entire body tenses. I freeze, my mouth falling open to apologize. Before I can utter a single syllable, Hadley clamps her hand over mine, pressing it to her breast. Then she tilts her hips, releasing a breathy moan as the tip of my cock nudges her clit. A fresh wave of moisture surrounds me, and my heartrate speeds up. She moves again, rocking back and forth slowly like she’s testing the waters.
“Hadley,” I whisper, grinding my palm over her nipple.
“Foster,” she moans back, gliding her pussy over my cock again and again.
I shift my position slightly to prevent my cock from accidentally slipping inside her. As much as I want to feel her pulse around me, that’s not what we’re doing here. I want to make sure she’s clearheaded and ready before we take things that far.
She cries out as she starts to move faster, my erection tapping against her clit again and again as my fingers pinch her nipple. I press my mouth to her shoulder, kissing it before letting my teeth graze lightly over her skin.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want. Don’t hold back.”
She makes a sound of approval deep in her chest. Note to self…my sweet girl likes dirty talk.
“Oh, God,” she breathes. “I can’t.”
With those words, her fingers curl around mine and drag my hand down between her legs. I find her clit and massage it in quick, determined circles while she continues to ride the ridge of my cock. I’m soaked in her juices, and I can feel my balls tighten.
I’m going to come, too.
“You’re so wet for me, Hadley,” I say, my voice deep and husky. “Come for me. Show me how much you love my cock.”
She sucks in a harsh breath and freezes for a moment before jerking violently with a loud moan. I take over, pumping my hips to drive through her slick folds, drawing out her release while furiously chasing my own.
I grunt as I come, my entire body hardening with tension before sagging into the mattress. Hadley’s hair ruffles as I pant into it, and her hand covers mine as I slide it up to her stomach. We lay there for several long minutes, and just when I’m sure she’s fallen back asleep, I feel her grab the sheet and wipe off her thighs before she rolls over to face me.
Giving me a soft, sleepy smile, she says, “Good morning.”
“Good morning, indeed,” I say with a smirk before leaning in to peck a kiss to her mouth.
Her smile remains even as a sigh slips through her lips. “I need to get up and take a shower.”
I nod. “Me, too. I have to go check on the progress of the house today.”
“Oh, okay. Cool.”
“Do you want to go with me?” I offer.
“Really?” she asks, her voice rising a few octaves. “Yes. I’d love to see it.”
“Meet you downstairs in half an hour? We can stop by Tessa’s shop for some coffee on our way.”
“Sounds perfect,” she says, and starts to roll away.
My hand snakes out to catch her around the waist, pulling her back for another kiss. She melts into me, and I contemplate blowing off the appointment with my contractor and staying right here, in this bed with Hadley, all damn day.
“Okay,” she says, breaking off the kiss, “I really need to get started if I’m going to be ready in thirty minutes.”
“Fine,” I say with exaggerated disappointment before I roll over onto my back.
Hadley chuckles and leans over to kiss my chest. I try to snag her again, but she anticipates the move, squealing as she quickly rolls away. She lands gracefully on her feet, and my eyes rove over her.
“Oh, shit,” she chirps, realizing she’s basically naked in her sexy lingerie.
She starts to cover herself with her hands, then stops. Her eyes are on me, but I can tell her mind is somewhere else. After a beat, her gaze refocuses, and she drops her arms to her sides. Her blonde hair fans out as she spins around and marches from the room, her head held high and all of her assets on display.
“Fuck,” I breathe, dropping my head to the pillow and staring at the ceiling as soon as she leaves the room.
Confidence makes her even more irresistible than she already was, and I’m barely hanging onto my resolve, as it is. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, tempting me like that.
But then again, maybe she does know.
I’m the one who’s been holding out, taking things little by little and expanding her horizons before burying myself deep inside her. Hadley’s wanted it from the very beginning. I made myself her gatekeeper, telling her I’m the one who isn’t ready so I can control the pace at which we progress.
Am I in the wrong here? Who am I to dictate Hadley’s personal sexual journey?
Or am I right, and I’m only second-guessing the choice now to give myself permission to take everything she’s offering? To finally get exactly what I want, and have wanted for months, even before I moved in here?
Fuck, I don’t know. I just know I’m enjoying every minute I spend with her.
Hell, I’m not even excited to meet with the contractor today. The whole reason I moved in here with Hadley was so I’d be closer to the build site. So I could be hands-on during the entire process and make sure the house is perfect.
And I haven’t visited once since I’ve been here.
I’ve approved choices and decisions over the phone, telling the contractor I’ve been too busy with the team to carve out some time for him. The lies flow like vinegar from my tongue, even the ones I tell myself about why I haven’t been more into the process.
The truth is, I’m so invested in this thing with Hadley––whatever it is––I don’t want to even think about the house and everything it means for my future.
Because when my new home is complete, I’ll move into it. Away from this old Victorian. Away from Hadley. And I could never ask her to leave this place and move in with me, should things progress to that point between us. She loves this house too much. This is where her dreams were born and where she built them into a reality.
So where does that leave me? Where does it leave us?