Chapter 17 #2
His hand doesn’t tremble as it goes higher and brushes against the bottom of my breasts. I moan and arch into his touch, and he raises his hand higher and cups one of them. I arch into him and regretfully say, “Stop.”
He groans and hangs his head while removing his hand.
“My turn. Take off your pants, please.”
He raises his eyebrows but does as I ask, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs. “It’s not fair that I’m almost naked and you’re still fully clothed.”
I shush him, and his lips seal shut as I climb on top of him and hover just above his erection. His head rests against the pillow as his hands go to my hips. “Ready?” I ask.
“For?” he says through clenched teeth.
I giggle, enjoying this game way too much. “Keeping time. I get only twenty seconds. Don’t let me go over.”
“Right.” He clears his throat. “Ready.”
Lowering myself onto him, I search for release against the throbbing between my legs and grind my clit against his cock. The fabric between is a little cumbersome, but honestly, it adds to the feel. It’d feel better if there were none, I know that, but I’ll take what I can get.
His fingers tighten their grip on my hips, and he curses under his breath.
I make another pass of my hips and tip my head back at the delicious feel of the pressure.
It makes my stomach tighten and my pussy clench.
I begin rotating my hips, our breathing and the music playing softly in the background.
At this point, he’s helping me rotate my hips back and forth. I can feel myself so close to release. My abdomen tightens, and fire lights up in my veins as a slight sweat breaks out along my spine.
“Time?” I whisper.
“Fuck the time,” he growls and flips me over.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly. No one has handled me that way. Especially with my weight.
“What we both want,” he says, snagging the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulling them down my legs. He drops them on top of my laptop. Next, he slips out of his boxer briefs and lifts one of my legs to wrap around his hip.
Scattered among notes and textbooks, he pushes inside.
We moan together, and my walls ripple around him.
He waits there, letting me adjust, before he takes my mouth in a searing kiss.
Our tongues immediately tangle, and he starts moving inside me.
He’s gentle, both in his kiss and his movements.
Just like whatever is going on between us, my climax builds in a slow burn.
I moan into his mouth when he hikes my leg higher and goes even deeper. His fingers tighten around my thigh while the other rests by my head.
“So beautiful,” he says when my moans turn deeper, my climax building to an all-time high. “So stunning.”
He trails kisses down my jaw and to my ear where he nibbles on the lobe and whispers, “Absolutely breathtaking.”
And this time, I believe him. He’s said it before, but in this moment, in the heat of passion, I know he means it. This isn’t just a fuck, a quick release; this means something. It’s deliberate.
A portion of my walls cracks and fractures away as I grip his back and dig my nails into his skin, holding onto him, onto this moment.
With my shirt riding up at our motion, his stomach touches mine, and it’s the most delicious feeling in the world. It’s completely comforting to feel his skin on mine.
My climax builds and builds, and then I shatter around him. He pumps his hips faster, riding out my climax as I groan his name until he pulls out and comes all over my stomach with a deep moan.
When he’s finished, and our breathing is slowly coming down from a ragged pace, he flicks his gaze to mine before climbing off of me, bending over the bed, and angling my head to kiss me passionately.
“Towel?” he asks.
“Bathroom,” I say, pointing.
He slides his underwear back on and exits my room, heading to the bathroom. He’s back in no time with a wet washcloth, and he cleans up my stomach with a gentle touch. When he’s done, he tosses it in the hamper.
“This is not why I came over, I swear.” The guilt on his face makes me smile. He’s gripping the back of his neck and I can tell he’s about to start pacing.
“I know.”
“You do?”
I nod. I sit up and pick up my shorts, slipping them on. “I fully believe you came here for homework.”
“So you’re not mad?”
“No.”
He drops his hand and breathes a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.” He flicks his gaze to the floor then back to me. “What does this mean?”
I twitch my lips to the side. “I don’t know. I know it means something, but I’m…I’m so jumbled, Reid.”
“Okay.” He slowly nods. “So we don’t label it. It happened, we enjoyed it, and…maybe it’ll happen again?”
I know the meaning behind his question. He enjoyed the connection just as much as I did. I give him a small smile and say, “I’d like that.”
A grin spreads across his face, and then he looks around the floor for his jeans. He picks them up and puts them on. “Homework?”
I laugh and scoot over to my side. “Probably should.”
He settles in next to me, grips my chin, and presses a kiss to my lips.
And then he gets to work, and I can’t help but stare at him a little longer.
I know he’s trying not to make a big deal about it, afraid to scare me off, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him and call him mine.